Invincibility Begins with a Super Fairy Manny - Chapter 403

Chapter 403: Chapter 403: How Terrifying It Can Be When a Woman of Loose Immortal Cultivation Level Goes Shopping (1st Update)
The capital of F country, Paris.

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As a globally renowned city of fashion and romance, it has always been one of the most important cities in Europe.

The Church of Light naturally places great importance on this location, which is evident from the personnel assigned here.

Normally, dioceses are managed by purple-robed deacons, and even in a large city like Xiangjiang, only a deeply experienced purple-robed deacon is dispatched.

But Paris is different—it’s one of only two places where a diocese is overseen by a red-robed archbishop.

The other is London.

Klichen recently had been feeling quite restless.

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The guardian of London, Garry, had died.

Although this Garry had a bad reputation in the Church—many said he gained his position by flattery—regardless of that, he was still a red-robed archbishop.

What’s more, even the Radiant Knight Alonso had fallen alongside him.

This outcome had Klichen’s eyelids twitching incessantly, for since the Crusades, no Radiant Knight had died in conflict.

And the rumors about Xue An were also causing quite a stir, making even someone like Klichen tremble with fear and silently pray to the God of Light, praying that the Divine Slaughter would never come to Paris!

Unfortunately, the deity he worshipped could not protect him at this moment.

While he was silently praying, Xue An, with his family, had already set foot on the soil of Paris.

“Husband, what are we doing in Paris?”

“Of course, to continue our honeymoon travels!” Xue An said with a grin.

An Yan stuck out her tongue at his reply, “You don’t say! I had almost forgotten about that!”

So much had happened recently that An Yan had even forgotten their original purpose for coming to Europe was for their honeymoon.

Xue An affectionately tousled An Yan’s hair, “Silly girl! I promised you, so naturally, I will make it happen!”

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“Mhm!” An Yan was very happy.

Xue An smiled.

His purpose for coming to Paris this time was firstly to take An Yan on a leisurely tour, and secondly, to uproot the Church of Light here completely.

Then, heading southward, he planned to eliminate the Light’s influence along the way, and finally, directly attack the stronghold of the Church of Light—the Holy Nation of Light!

If anyone were to learn of Xue An’s plan, they would surely be dumbstruck.

Because it was simply too insane.

But to Xue An, it was just routine.

In his view, dealing with the Church of Light did not warrant a special trip; this method of simultaneously enjoying the tour while progressing with his plan was the best—killing two birds with one stone, and also drawing the Church of Light’s forces together for easy extermination.

In the following two days, Xue An took An Yan around the city of Paris for sightseeing.

One has to admit, Paris truly lives up to its reputation as a world-famous fashion capital.

Luxury bags and clothing were dazzlingly arrayed in every direction.

No woman could resist such temptation.

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An Yan was no exception.

She was like in a shopping paradise, with her most important task each day being to splurge!

And Xue An was responsible for paying the bill with his card from behind.

Two days later.

The clothes An Yan had purchased could fill more than a dozen large wardrobes, and it was with reluctance that she ceased her frenzied shopping spree.

Xue An couldn’t help but heave a sigh of relief.

He didn’t mind spending money; in fact, if he wanted to, he could buy up several of Paris’s top luxury companies.

The key issue was that not many men were willing to shop.

Especially when accompanying a wife with the cultivation level of a Loose Immortal on shopping trips, it was nothing short of a nightmarish experience.

From the moment An Yan opened her eyes in the morning until the shops closed late at night, she roamed energetically through various shopping malls and luxury streets.

Even Xue An started to crumble towards the end.

He really couldn’t understand why women seemed to have such endless energy when shopping, as if they never got tired at all.

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Fortunately, it had finally come to an end!

The grand cathedral in the suburbs of Paris.

Klichen had just solved some problems for a wealthy man and, after receiving a substantial reward, his mood had finally improved a bit.

In the past few days, everything had been calm, and it appeared that the threats from the Divine Slaughter were just words.

That would be more than ideal.

“Archbishop, today there are a few students who would like to interview you!” Having seen Klichen step out from the confessional, a priest hurriedly approached to say.

“Hmm? An interview with students?”

“Yes, they said they want to know about the day-to-day maintenance and repairs of our cathedral!”

Klichen frowned and waved his hand, “No, I’m not interested in meeting a few students!”

“Yes, Your Grace, then I’ll go tell them!” The priest said, turning to leave. “I also find it quite amusing that a few students from China actually want to interview about the maintenance of European ancient architecture!”

“Hold on!” Klichen called out to the priest, “What did you just say? Where are these students from?”

“Your Grace, they are all from China! Is there a problem?”

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Klichen’s expression fluctuated, and then he nodded slightly, “Bring them in to see me!”

The priest was slightly taken aback, but still obediently bowed his head, “Yes, Your Grace!”

As the priest left, he wondered what was with their archbishop today?

Usually, if there wasn’t a person of enough importance, he wouldn’t grant an audience at all.

The priest felt puzzled.

But Klichen already had his own plan.

Since these students were all Chinese, meeting them wouldn’t be a loss for him.

After all, the Divine Slaughter was also Chinese!

Internally, Klichen resolved that during the interview, he would showcase more of the benevolent side of the Church of Light, so as to leave a better impression in China.

Though it might be a futile effort, he still had to try.

Meanwhile, outside the cathedral, Ding Guang and his anxious sister Ding Ran and others were waiting uneasily.

“Sister, I told you this was impossible! This church belongs to the Church of Light, and I’ve heard that the archbishop is a cardinal. With such a status, how could he possibly meet with us?” Ding Guang said, somewhat despondently.

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Ding Ran was also feeling restless.

Ever since the last interview at the Blood Clan’s ancient castle nearly ended with them being devoured as after-dinner treats, Ding Ran’s worldview had been greatly shaken. It took her nearly seven or eight days of secluding herself in a hotel room before she slowly recovered.

But the thesis still needed to be written, and Ding Ran dared not approach those dark, gloomy castles again. Instead, she turned her attention to these majestic cathedrals.

In her view, these were the places closest to a deity, and surely they should be safer.

But the problem was that many of the churches of the Church of Light were not open to the public!

Having no choice, she summoned the courage and, after presenting a significant gift, proposed the request for an interview.

Just then, the priest came out of the church and said somewhat arrogantly, “The archbishop has agreed to your interview. Please follow me!”