After Xiaozhi and his party left, the smile on Old Fuji's face suddenly dropped, and his expression became extremely serious.

"Strange, why does this kid smell like that Pokémon?!"

As the creator of that Pokémon, he could smell this smell even through the Poké Ball.

He frowned, then shook his head violently.

"Impossible, there's no way that Pokémon is related to a novice trainer..."

After thinking for a long time, Old Man Fuji's eyes narrowed, he hurried into the house and dialed the number according to the memory.

The call is connected.

"Oh, is it Fuji? You haven't called me for a long time? I heard that you are the director of the orphanage now?"

There was a chuckle from the other end of the phone, and the voice seemed to be that of a talkative old man.

"Don't talk about it. Do you still remember the Pokémon we created together?"

Old Man Fuji asked in a deep voice.

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Chapter completed!