Chapter 36: Meet Mery

Arriving at the trance of the apartmt building, David stepped out onto the street, heedless of the rain that was really pouring down.

Actually, he was still wondering whether he would go home on foot or in his car.

It's not like there is no way, he can call Mery, ask her to bring gasoline.

Since she said that she would help him with everything, David thought she would come ev if he called her now.

If anyone would do something to solve his problem, why would he need to refuse.

David did not think for long.

He tered the car, picked up his cell phone and st a message to Mery.

(Please come to this location, and bring a few liters of gasoline.)

He didn't forget to put the link of his location on google map so that she could find his whereabouts easily.

(Wait a few minutes!)

Appartly, Mery answered his order right away.

It's a bit of a wonder to David, if she didn't take a break at all.

After that, David chose to wait in the car, listing to music to short the time.

"Mm!"

He suddly saw someone coming out of another apartmt building, not carrying an umbrella but wearing a raincoat.

The raincoat only covered his body. He didn't use his hood to cover his head.

David recognized him because he was actually Chu Fg.

"It seems that he is also a Spiritual Being," David said in a low voice.

He could not specifically detect that someone was a Spiritual Being.

However, his instincts had their own guesses.

The thought that Chu Fg was a Spiritual Being was strong ough that he became convinced.

"I brought a hose, so we can transfer gasoline from this car to your car," Mery replied, th showed a small hose about 5 meters long.

After that, she actually got out of the Mercedes Bz, not waiting for David to ask her.

"Please op the tank of your car," she said, not caring about the rain soaking her body, something that made her look ev sexier.

"Ar't you worried about getting sick from the rain?" David asked her as he pressed the button to op the tank.

His question was rather silly as this woman was also a Spiritual Being.

However, ev though this woman was basically for him to command, he was not so heartless as to not pay atttion to her health.

Ev if she wasn't sick, she must have felt uncomfortable getting caught in the rain at this hour.

Mery shook her head as she replied, "from the age of 5 to 7, I wt to war, no matter how big the problem in a city is, it's not a problem for me."

She began to connect the hose she was carrying to the tank of her car and David's car.

Two years on the battlefield, David was quite surprised by the information.

The problem is that she started that life from the age of 5, isn't that too much?

After connecting the hose to both tanks of the car, she remained standing.

"That was long, get in the car," David told her.

With the hose, he was worried that it would take a minute to just about transfer one liter of gasoline.

David didn't know why the woman was still standing outside.

"It's convit, so I'm just here," Mery replied.

"Now I'm not sure how you think," David said. "I heard you're the daughter of a billionaire, why did you choose this kind of life? Shouldn't you be able to live a comfortable and relaxed life? Ev if what you want is spiritual power, you should be able to get it in other ways."

Asked about that, Mery looked into David's eyes for a momt.

"In the beginning I simply refused to be betrothed to the son of a billionaire in that region. I chose to flee to America, where I met Erza. She th gave me training. I happ to like this kind of life too. However, don't think it's easy to gain spiritual power ev for a billionaire's daughter. I really didn't know anything before knowing Erza."

"Are you serious? As far as I know, almost all billionaires in Southeast Asia are in the mining and oil business, why didn't you know? What about your father?" asked David, becoming rather curious about life in that distant region.

"It's not that simple," replied Mery. "It is true that local trepreurs in Southeast Asia control some of the mining and oil business in the region, but they all hire western contractors to mine and drill for oil. They don't have the technology to mine and drill for oil themselves. Afterwards, they sell their oil and mining products to western companies in raw form.

They know practically nothing but receiving money. There may be some who know, but you may not know, the rich people in the region are very cowardly."