Old Man Qian stared wide-eyed, scrutinizing Mark repeatedly as if he wanted to see right through him.
In the end, other than noticing that Mark had grown sturdier, he found nothing different from before.
He wanted to press Mark about what exactly was going on with these Caterpie, but Old Man Qian was still fuming. Continuing to question him would make it seem as though he had already forgiven the brat. In the end, he snorted again. "Don't just stand there. Come with me and take these Caterpie to the Caterpie Breeding Base, you troublesome little brat."
Mark gave a wry smile.
It was obvious that Uncle Qian Three was still very angry about him leaving in the middle of the night some time ago.
Naturally, that anger came from concern for him.
After all, if Old Man Qian did not care about him, then Mark leaving would have been no concern of his. There would have been no need for him to get this angry.
With that in mind, Mark did not try to defend himself. He silently led the nearby Caterpie and followed behind Old Man Qian, planning to explain once his anger had subsided.
Mark did not notice that Old Man Qian had been secretly watching him the entire way. More precisely, he was watching Mark and the Caterpie around him.
As they continued down the village paths, Old Man Qian became increasingly certain that Mark had mastered some method of commanding the Caterpie Group.
That reminded Old Man Qian of a legend he had forbidden in Clear Stream Village.
Maps, the Bug-type Master Trainer from over two hundred years ago.
Back then, Maps had done something similar to Mark. With his own charm, he had won over the Caterpie in the forest, brought back several hundred