Chapter 73 Goodbye Fanny Valentine always has a sharp point...

Fanny Valentine always had a way of seeing through other people's concerns. Even though Mary didn't want to be influenced by his words, she still began to feel confused about the future.

Where will her future go?

Mary had just sarcastically mocked Valentine for having neither family, love, nor friendship, but wasn't she the same?

She had no family, and she didn't dare believe Fani's crazy talk. She tried hard to be friends with Blackmoya, but he treated her with the utmost respect, treating her as his superior and not daring to overstep his bounds in words.

Besides... he was the most loyal dog around the president. Ever since Mary discovered that he would reveal his movements to the president, Mary's remaining feelings towards him were only wariness and impatience.

She hated her job so much that every time she saw a brief, she wanted to throw it on the ground and stomp on it. But when it came time to quit, she had no idea what to do next.

Although it has been several years since she left the wilderness and came to the big city, Mary does not feel that she is a part of this city.

Although she made a lot of money, a sum that many people could only dream of, she had invested all of it in land, which meant that when she left the White House, she would be penniless.

Although the Arizona desert was a great place to go, Mary surprisingly didn't want to stay there.

With the exception of the forward-thinking Yin and the relatively gentle Abian, the other Indians were completely hostile to Mary. They didn't understand money, nor did they know they had to pay for the land they walked on. Therefore, they had no appreciation for Mary's sacrifices and only considered her an enemy.

Compared with other humans, they work harder to develop their brains and more to evolve their bodies.

They are extremely strong and can run at speeds and times comparable to horses. They stick to their unchanging lifestyle and have not changed their habit of eating raw meat and drinking blood.

Mary didn't think there was anything wrong with the way they lived, nor did she arrogantly want to change their lifestyle. She was just sure that after living in the White House for a long time, she had found it difficult to adapt to eating raw meat and drinking raw water.

But if she didn't go to Arizona, she would have to find a job to support herself.

What can she do?

Mary doesn't know

Ever since she agreed to be Fanny Valentine's personal bodyguard, except for missions, she has spent the rest of her time in the White House, guarding the blond and blue-eyed man and has never really left him.

So Mary had doubts about her own worth and whether she could survive.

Most importantly...how could she find the saint's remains?

When she unconsciously discovered that Fani Valentine had a weathered heart buried in her body, her heart began to beat irregularly.

What was it, exactly? Why did she want it the moment she saw it?

Fanny Valentine accepted Mary's first lustful look quite well, and could even be said to be genuinely happy about it.

"You want it that badly?" Fani slowly unbuttoned his shirt, revealing his sturdy chest. "Yes... this is the remains of a saint."

Mary felt her body stiff with excitement. She stared at the dead heart in a daze and even forgot to speak.

Fani accepted Mary's silence and lack of romance well. He lay lazily on the bed, talking about the origin of the relic in a rambling manner.

Mary was not interested in Fani's past, but when he turned over and lay on his side, revealing the scars of various sizes on his back, she stopped letting her mind wander and listened carefully.

"That's it... I obtained this treasure, and I was certain I was chosen by heaven to change the country." He sighed, "If it weren't for the excessive human, material, and financial resources required to find the remaining remains, and the lack of any legitimate reason to hide them, they would have been collected long ago."

"I can go find it. It's no problem to leave these things to me alone!" This was the first time in her life that she was so positive.

Seeing Mary's impatience, Fani added slowly, "My dear, I certainly don't doubt your ability. It's just that this is not within your scope of responsibility, and I can't bear to have you leave me for a few years."

"several years?"

"That's right," Fani's eyelids began to twitch, and he spoke in a light voice. "I once got a map of it, and I knew its approximate location, which was quite far away... I burned it after I looked at it. Who knows if its location will change again due to natural factors? Who knows if the map is fake?"

Fanny Valentine had said all the good and bad things, and Mary could only put the matter behind her in disappointment.

"Oh..." Mary, who was sitting on the tree at this moment, sighed deeply and forced herself not to think about it anymore.

Don’t think too much about trivial things, just continue to complete the work you have not completed.

It will be some time before she actually leaves the White House.

In this way, Mary returned to Fanny Valentine and became his personal bodyguard.

Whenever Fani Valentine took a nap at noon, she would look at the scenery outside the glass window when she had nothing to do.

The soft green gradually deepened, and the cheerful chirping of insects enveloped the glass, blocking the scorching sun and leaving specks of gold on the floor. As time passed, the chirping of insects faded, replaced by the footsteps of small animals.

They ran lightly on the trunks of the trees, licking the tiny berries carefully, and always shook off the shaky leaves on the way to picking them.

When the fallen leaves were buried in the snow and the window was wet with tiny snowflakes, Mary couldn't help but open the window a tiny crack, feeling the biting wind brushing against her brow. When she pulled back, her face and head were wet.

It turns out that the year is coming to an end.

She spent another year in a daze with Fanny Valentine. If it weren't for the scenery outside the window, she would not have been able to feel the passage of time.

Looking at the still sleeping Fanny Valentine, Mary suddenly didn't want to follow the usual routine today. So she found Blackmoya and asked him to guard outside the house while she walked out of the White House.

She wandered around aimlessly, stepping on the thin layer of snow on the ground.

Today was a holiday, and everyone stayed indoors during the day, enjoying the fire and the company of their families. Only a handful of people came out, making the place seem even more desolate.

Mary walked faster and faster, until she started running unconsciously.

Braving the cold and not warm sunlight of the day, she knocked away the scattered snowflakes and ran wildly on the deserted street.

She finally forgot who she was and the mess in her mind. Her only thought was to hurry up, faster.

Compare your speed with the blowing wind, compare your speed with the passing time, and compare your speed with yourself.

Gradually, she felt that she had shed her human shell and turned into the real wind.

Occasionally, when she passed by someone, they couldn't even see her appearance clearly. They could only feel the strong wind sweeping towards them and then suddenly going away.

…

When Fani opened her eyes, she did not see Mary.

He calmly got up, ignored Blackmoya who bowed to him at the door, and went to Mary's room.

All the clothes he had given to Mary were still hanging in the room, and the beautiful jewelry was lazily thrown on the table, looking quite messy.

Although the room was decorated with warm and sweet colors under Fani's deliberate arrangement, for some reason, it seemed so empty and boring after Mary left.

"Sir... do you need me... to get it back for you?" Blackmoya spoke slowly. He could feel that the president was a little more impetuous and uneasy than usual.

"No need." Fani closed the door and regained her arrogance and confidence. "She will definitely come back. Apart from me, she has no one around her."

Blackmoa said nothing, and Fani Valentine did not need his reply.

He freshened himself up a bit and threw himself into his afternoon work.

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It was already dark when Mary stopped.

The street lights on the roadside are as bright as a string of sunshine left over from the summer, warming the night.

The houses of every household are also warm and bright, and they begin to celebrate the upcoming Christmas.

There was still no one on the street, only the snowflakes were getting heavier and heavier.

She realized belatedly that she had run to an unknown place and it was impossible for her to go home now.

Going home...

That's not her home.

She has no home

Mary realized the flaw in her thinking and silently replaced the word "home" with "White House".

If there was no way to go back, how would she spend the night?

Mary held the few copper coins in her hand and knew that she was very poor.

Standing on the street with an empty stomach, Mary began to think about the feasibility of robbery.

As long as no one is hurt, stealing a few bills shouldn't be a bad thing to do...right?

Mary thought uncertainly, walked to a roof that could shelter her from the wind and snow, and waited quietly for the next passerby to come towards her.

But... she never expected that the person walking towards her was a stranger with whom she had a destiny.

The light blond hair that reached her shoulders, the cute woolen hat and the blue clothes immediately reminded Mary of who the other person was.

He was the big boy who helped me but I forgot to thank him.

Mary never thought that they would have the chance to meet again. When she stood up and hesitated whether to say hello to the other party, the other party bumped into her arms.

"Who is it?" He cursed. "Don't you look where you're walking?"

Only then did Mary realize that he had drunk a lot of alcohol. Compared to the last time when he was barely sane, he was now completely unconscious.

He held a half-drunk bottle of wine tightly in his hand and tried to push Mary away drunkenly, but he was powerless and could not find a foothold for a long time. He could only stay in Mary's arms, making gurgling sounds.

"Um...are you okay?" Mary asked quietly.

"What did you say?" The other party couldn't hear clearly, but just stared at Mary with his watery blue eyes.

Seeing this, Mary couldn't help but raise her voice: "Where do you live? I'll take you home!"