"May I ask, as your ally, what exactly do I need to do?" Ling Feng couldn't help but ask.
Saint Di Anfu smiled faintly. "Don't worry, it's absolutely a good thing. But as for the specifics, let's wait until we meet our Archbishop to discuss."
Very soon, the two arrived in front of a massive cathedral. The cathedral had already been occupied by the Papal Court of Light. Inside, aside from members of the Papal Court of Light, there were no outsiders at all.
"This is one of our Papal Court of Light's bases in Paris!" Saint Di Anfu said with a smile. "If you ever have troubles you can't resolve and wish to seek my help, feel free to come here, alright?"
Ling Feng was preparing a retort, but a cold gaze suddenly landed on him.
Ling Feng's expression stiffened. Such a blatant display of hostility toward him—there weren't many people like this.
Looking up, he saw a young knight on the second floor of the cathedral glaring at him with venomous eyes.
