Miss Planeswalker, are you free for romance?

After that day,

Mary had a serious illness.

That day after that,

He finally realized that he was actually a disgusting pervert after being liberated - he did not stop Mary from cleaning up, but just lay on the stairs, shaking his wine glass and smoking a cigar, looking at the woman with a relaxed look.

I saw her for about... a whole night? I don't know, but she got really sick.

George Romy, you are disgusting.

So disgusting.

Besides.

and also…

It's so fucking happy.

'Can you buy me breakfast?'

Without any covering, exposing oneself to everyone in the posture of a newborn.

Mary did the same.

I also asked him if he wanted to bring back some local specialty fruits.

Fuxk, here, all of this, he's in heaven.

Even God would envy him!

This woman, the man in black sunglasses, endless money and himself who is in control of everything.

'I want a servant to carry my wineglass.'

'Just holding the glass?'

'That's right, isn't it?'

'Of course, I just need to confirm the details - such as the servant's age, gender, hobbies, personality, etc.'

Soon, George Romey had a girl who had nothing to do except kneeling at his feet to hold his wine glass when he drank.

"Buyout, Mr. Romy." Mary held her head and looked at the man straight in the eyes. The corners of her mouth were raised appropriately: "In case you get drunk..."

'To avoid trouble, buyout is a good option.'

I was wrong, Mary.

It's not that God envies me.

You're fucking God—

'I'm glad you've finally adjusted to this life.'

Mary smiled.

On this island, you are God.

'Really? Then what are you?'

Mary did not answer.

As the sun rises and sets, alternating between light and darkness, some things, once opened, can never be closed again.

For example, human nature.

For example, malice.

For example, a Husky in a cage.

And George Romey's life reached its peak again after becoming a tramp.

A future hidden in the fog.

"That's not important, Mary."

The girl at his feet was holding a wine glass, and another skinny girl was kneeling on the ground as a pet to please her master. George Romy was dressed in an outfit that would alert the police, and Mary followed closely behind him.

"that's not important."

He said: "I have so much now, more than I should have given. If one day you raise a dagger to stab my heart, remember to use the one I have kept."

This is of course nonsense.

After enjoying a luxurious...even unreasonable to the point of disgusting life, there is no way he would be willing to die.

Of course, the organization behind Miss Mary would not let her die. She spent so much money and effort just to shoot a bullet into her head?

"You're right. That won't happen."

Mary carefully avoided the creature crawling on the ground that could no longer be called a human being, and quickly caught up with George Romey.

"Regarding the transaction, it will begin soon. Perhaps... you have some idea of ​​it?"

The target creature unleashes its deepest malice.

Already done.

Now, it’s time for the next step.

"trade--"

"Etc., etc…"

The man frowned and stopped, then kicked the pet away: "What did you say?"

"Mary? What's starting?"

"The transaction is about to begin."

"No, no, no, no... No, no, no. You can't inform me so suddenly and start on your own - we have an agreement, right? You have to let me prepare in advance..."

The man who had been chattering incessantly was no longer as arrogant as before. Instead, he shrank his neck and refuted carefully.

"That's exactly what we agreed on." The woman smiled, "We've met all your requirements, and also..."

You have to give us yours as well.

"…I hope it's not an organ or anything like that."

As his malice and greed grew, George Romy began to understand a little bit about the power of Mary and the organization behind her.

He knew very well that he could not resist.

But, if that's the case...

"You always like to tease me."

“Organ?” The woman smiled, a smile flashing in her deep blue eyes: “Don’t worry, Romy. If you are sensitive enough, you should have noticed something wrong long ago…”

This is even more terrifying.

I…

George Romeo recklessly removed the only cloak he had and searched his entire body.

like.

Didn't you lose anything?

Mary smiled but said nothing.

To ...

and many more.

He, he seems to know?

George Romy sniffed hard and found something wrong. He grabbed the girl on the ground, grabbed her hair, and roughly pulled the trembling girl in front of him.

He leaned forward and smelled it.

Something is wrong. Something is wrong…

A sense of smell that I am very proud of.

No more.

My sense of smell is failing?

"It seems you have discovered it." Mary touched the frightened girl's head and patted it soothingly: "It's just what you feel."

sense of smell.

to be honest…

George Romey breathed a sigh of relief.

It was just a sense of smell, but it was like it was going to kill him. He didn't need that useless thing at all. Now, he was no longer a chef who made a living by his sense of smell and skills, but a king with endless money and power.

If you like it, just take it.

"To be exact, it's not 'take away'." Mary corrected and moved closer to the man strangely: "Besides, are you sure you really can't smell anything?"

George Romy was about to speak when, as the woman approached, a faint scent of roses permeated his brain.

Good, good smell...

So delicious.

The woman ignored the intoxicated man, bent down with great satisfaction, turned around and went downstairs.

——And George Romey’s career as king also began a very interesting and dramatic turn at this moment.

He had, indeed, lost his sense of smell and taste.

Besides being able to smell Mary.

This is very strange.

He was increasingly confused about what the other party was trying to do. Taste, smell. He could only feel it on Mary.

What the fuck is this good for?

Isn't life the same?

It didn't stop him from drinking and having fun at all, and those girls didn't care at all whether he had a sense of smell or taste, right?

Hahahaha, that's fucking ridiculous.

Deal, deal.

If that was the deal, he was more than happy to do it to heaven.

"You won't go to heaven."

During lunch, the woman poked him lightly.

This made the man very unhappy...and turned lunch into some kind of routine.

She was nearly blinded.

But it's okay.

Today's Mary flavor is peach.

Why does this bitch always wear those weird perfumes?

Chapter 50 Taotie

That's not perfume.

"Nonsense, don't think I believe your nonsense. When I was still rich, those bastards smelled of banknotes, ink and fish all the time."

Mary held an ice pack against her swollen right eye, her smile still the same.

"As long as you like it."

"I fucking don't like it." Romy smashed the cup, and the fragments carved a long red mark on the woman's slender ankle - the blood instantly flowed into her shoe.

George Romy's throat moved and he swallowed his saliva secretly.