Pokémon Invasion Marvel

Now that he has made a start, Emerson will naturally not be stingy and directly tells Wilson what he knows about the Pokémon.

However, he didn't tell them all. There were many beings in this world who could pry into their thoughts, and some secrets were only suitable for him to know.

A set of rhetoric that he had already prepared was fed into Wilson's mind.

Emerson had long expected that once the elves began to appear in front of the world, he would definitely be able to tell the origin of the elves.

He couldn't directly say that it was a product of another world, he could only make it up himself.

For this reason, he mixed together the legends about magical animals from all over the world, and tried to make the image as close to the elves as possible.

In order to make it flawless, Emerson once published a book under a pseudonym, which contained the information he had integrated. It was full of myths and legends that he had magically modified.

For example, King Magikarp was directly changed by him into a late-game elf who sleeps on his fuel and endures courage just for the sake of leaping over the dragon's gate.

As for most Magikarp, before evolving into Gyarados, the fact that they could only splash and jump has been artificially ignored by others.

Emerson was talking serious nonsense here, but Wilson, who was listening carefully across from him, didn't know that he was eager to take notes now. This is all precious extraordinary knowledge!

With his mouth dry after speaking, Emerson picked up the tea bowl and took a sip. Looking at Wilson who was still looking at him eagerly, the corners of his eyes couldn't help but twitch.

"I really don't have any more!"

"No, you still have it!"

Wilson was not moved at all. He was now very eager to learn and take root in the ocean of knowledge!

Emerson looked at the stubborn Wilson and suddenly had the urge to throw this guy into the elf ball.

He has been talking non-stop for three hours since the beginning, and his tongue has become numb.

"Wait for me!"

Suddenly, Emerson had a flash of inspiration, and something appeared in his mind, and he rushed into the house with just one sentence.

Wilson sat there without moving, looking at Emerson's embarrassed back, a smile couldn't help but appear on his lips.

In fact, he did this on purpose. Even though Emerson told him the cause and effect, he still couldn't help but feel a little annoyed when he thought that the extraordinary power he was looking for was always so close at hand.

However, Wilson also understood Emerson's difficulties and was just using this innocuous behavior to vent his frustration.

Emerson, who was rummaging through boxes and cabinets in the house, didn't know that he was being tricked. In his opinion, Wilson's situation was normal.

No matter who is suddenly exposed to the mystery of the unknown, his curiosity and thirst for knowledge will skyrocket.

But if he knew Wilson's inner thoughts, he would probably know why the flowers were so red!

The bookshelf, the bedside, and even the utility room where the trash was kept were all searched through by Emerson.

But what he wanted to find, he never found.

He spent a little too much time, and Wilson outside couldn't sit still. He poked his head through the door and asked.

"Emerson, what are you looking for? Do you need me to come in and help you?"

"Well, I can just do it myself. I'll find it soon."

Emerson originally wanted to agree, but when he looked up at Wilson, he gave up the idea.

What you said is true, but are you sure you can come in without opening the door?

Although the wooden house looks exquisite, it is actually just a temporary settlement in Emerson, and it was built without much care.

The same goes for the door. Emerson just measured himself and felt that he could come in.

Who would have thought of today's situation, and quickly stopped Wilson who wanted to come in.

It was at this turn that Emerson suddenly spotted what he was looking for out of the corner of his eye.

After two steps, he walked to his daily table. Emerson gently lifted the tabletop with his hand and reached down with the other hand.

When he stood up straight, a dusty book appeared in his hands.

"No, all the secrets are in here."

Emerson put a finger on a corner of the book and gently pushed the book towards Wilson.

Wilson's forehead veins throbbed and he bared his teeth as he asked Emerson.

"Are you sure?"

Emerson glanced at the dusty books with scarred covers on the corners of the table.

The corners of his mouth moved unnaturally, and then his face suddenly showed the majesty of an elder brother.

"Do you understand this is a disguise?"

"Look how shabby my place is, and I'm often away from home. Of course I have to disguise something important like this!"

After finishing speaking, Emerson nodded matter-of-factly to prove what he said.

Wilson sighed. Every time Emerson did this, he knew he couldn't continue asking.

Otherwise, this guy will definitely become angry. No one knows the virtues of this guy better than him.

Wilson could only comfort himself in his heart that he was already in his thirties and could not be as experienced as this guy.

He reached out and picked up the book on the table, knocked it on the edge of the table, and cleaned up the dust on the surface.

Only then did Wilson see the cover of the book clearly.

The color of the book cover is like a fairy ball, with the same red and white splicing, and a black dividing strip running across it.

Apart from these, there is no pattern on it, only a row of vertical Chinese fonts.

"Magic Elf Illustrated Book"

Slowly turning over the book cover, the first page is some introduction about elves.

Wilson took a quick look and found that there was not much difference between what was written above and what Emerson said to him. There was just a slight difference in wording.

Wilson did not continue reading, but closed the book. He had planned to take the book away and study it slowly when he got home.

"When you leave, this book will be given to you."

Seeing his actions, Emerson also guessed some of his thoughts. Before Wilson could speak, he mentioned it first.

"good."

Wilson smiled and put away the books directly.

He would not be polite to Emerson. He took it without any hesitation, not even a polite word.

Wilson put the books into his bag and then looked up at Emerson.

"Since you have such ability, then I still need you to do me a favor."

"Oh, tell me."

Emerson was very interested. He guessed that someone had provoked Wilson, and Wilson wanted to help him.

As Magikarp gets closer to evolving, Emerson's mentality has also undergone great changes.

If it were something like this that would expose him before, even if Wilson opened his mouth, he would think about it carefully.

But now, what he was thinking about was how to help Wilson solve the problem.

When Wilson mentioned this matter, he felt a little depressed. He was considered a person now, and logically speaking, few things would trouble him.

But there was one thing that made him feel powerless.

That is his apprentice!