the young trainer entered what was his mother’s room. He looked around to find a few things worthy of getting sold. It would get him a nice starting fund, but nothing more. He searched for a bit, along with Browler that carried any item he found. After a while, a nice aroma filled the room, even the whole house. They quickly walked down. Cashprize was currently plating the cooked flesh of her former pokemon.

Crim sat down in front of the TV and waited for his slave to bring him his food. Cashprize carried the heavy golden brown corpse to the table. She sat down beside him, expecting to share this time with him, but instead, he just gave her the pile of items they harvested. “you worked in the shop. Tell me what those are worth.” he ordered as he turn on the TV on his favourite show.