Chapter 1979 Field Marshal's Request

Chapter 1979 Field Marshal's Request

Date- 18 April 2321


Time- 11:48


Location- Card World, Southern Region, Blossom District, Sky Blossom City


'If not for the peculiar soul energy signature of the Davis Family Sins, I would not have known her identity. But that is not enough to tell that she is blood-related to the Davis family. How can you tell that?' The Field Marshal asked Wyatt after all, Wyatt wasn't even born when the Davis Family was exterminated so how can he tell their descendants apart?


'Add it to your list, I will tell all in time,' Wyatt dismissed the Field Marshal's question. He could have lied that it was related to a new blood rule meaning he had comprehended but he did not as the Field Marshal's eyes were unique though not as handy as his unique eyes, still unique enough to confirm if he had indeed comprehended such a blood rule meaning. Now that the Field Marshal had given him her undying loyalty he did not want to lie to her. But also being dismissive of her questions was also not preferable but he did promise to tell her the truth in time.


'So now that you know she is the Davis family's descendant, what are you going to do about it?' Wyatt asked changing the topic.


'Nothing. She has nothing to do with their crime. If anything she is one of their victims. I have been watching this girl for a while now, she is a tough one, and I plan to recruit her in my private army. Can you help her like you helped the orphanage headmaster?' the Field Marshal requested.


The Field Marshal wasn't lying, she had been watching Marcy, wondering when she would give up or die because of her stubbornness, but somehow every time she manages to pull through. Watching Marcy survive day after day the Field Marshal pondered if she did not know that she wasn't supposed to survive.


Otherwise, Marcy would not stubbornly stick to her values and reject Fine Gold's special needs program which would allow her to live the last few days of her life comfortably. The reason why the Davis family's experimented humans never caused trouble after being granted freedom by Anna was because they sooner or later succumbed to experiments done on them by the Davis family. However, seeing that Marcy would wake up every day prepared to fight the life itself, the Field Marshal had grown overly fond of her. She was just waiting for Marcy to turn a legal adult before approaching her.


'If you just want to check if I can turn all mortals into card apprentices, then just say so. You do not have to make up such stories,' Wyatt said rolling his eyes at the Field Marshal's sneaky attempt to confirm her doubts.


'Can't it be both?' the Field Marshal retorted saying that she was interested in both Marcy and confirming Wyatt's abilities.


'Whatever, since it is a request from my most loyal elder, I will fulfill it,' Wyatt accepted the Field Marshal's request. Of the many things she asked of him this was something he agreed on. This way the Field Marshal will not be able to complain that Wyatt didn't do anything for her.


"Special needs program is for those that are unable to take care of themselves and not someone like me. I can fully take care of myself," Marcy continued to stubbornly reject the idea of being considered one among the special needs. Other orphans might have been happy to sit in a rent-free home and collect subsidies every month but not her she had something to prove.


"Girl, you look like staked bones waiting to be knocked down by the passing wind. But fine, if you do not want to be in the special needs program, suit yourself.


However, if you are willing to clean the city sewers then you would not mind being a janitor at the Fine Gold's tower right? Though it is a dead-end job with average pay, it comes with full medical insurance, housing allowance, and other benefits. It should be enough to get you the proper medical help that you desperately need.


Don't think I am doing this as a charity, I like your strong values and ethics. I want someone like you to be a part of our organization. So, do you accept the job?" Diana stopped persuading Marcy to make use of the benefits of the special needs program and offered a decent job better than cleaning city sewers. Not that she looked down on it but a sickly sixteen-


year-old girl cleaning sewers did not sit right with her.


"I accept, Madam Diana,"Marcy hurriedly agreed to Diana's request and bowed expressing her gratitude.


ƈοm However, just then Wyatt spoke, "Diana, you can't hire someone like her as a janitor."


"What? What did you say to my sister?" Brian was preparing to apologize to Diana and thank her for helping her sister, but listening to Wyatt he went berserk in rage. He rushed at Wyatt with the intent to fight to the death.


However, Marcy who was next to him hurriedly caught him and pressed him down with all her might. Because of her sickly physique, she struggled to hold down a nine-year-old. Nonetheless, Daisy who had been quietly following Brain and Bloodette the whole time, made full use of her small size, sneaked next to Wyatt, and kicked his shin while crying out loud attracting the attention of everyone in the dining hall.


Wyatt ignored the gaze from the masses and looked at weeping Daisy who continued to kick his shin while crying her lungs out. He wondered if crying was part of Daisy's strategy to not get hit in return. Anyway, it worked.


"Daisy! Stop kicking him," Marcy shouted fully aware of her sister's calculative side. However, she had her hands full with Brain so she was at her wit's end trying to think of a way to save Daisy.


However, to her and onlookers' surprise, Wyatt picked up Daisy in his arms, ignoring her struggle and cries, he laughed and said, "You are the smart one of the three, aren't you Daisy? So, stop it or I will hit your sister."


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