Exorcist's Self-Cultivation-Chapter 449 - 445, Make Them Divorced

Midday, 11:30.

Alex’s home.

The midday sun was extremely dazzling.

Du Wei sat on the bed, his face showing signs of fatigue after overexertion.

At that moment.

Alex walked in, wearing a beige bathrobe and drying her hair.

She was without makeup now.

But her delicate features and her exquisitely fair skin seemed even more attractive than when made up, especially since she had just bathed, giving off a very fresh feeling.

Moreover, she had dyed her hair back to silver.

This made her entire demeanor and aura completely different from before.

By contrast.

She felt that her boyfriend was somewhat different too.

He had a certain indescribable quality...

So, Alex took a seat on the bed, tilted her head, and asked Du Wei, "Baby, have you been studying etiquette at the church’s school recently? I feel like your demeanor has improved."

Demeanor is something that can be cultivated.

Hearing this, Du Wei smiled faintly and responded, "Of course, besides interior architectural design, I have also specifically learned noble manners. After all, I have to accompany you back to Wittebach family estate; it’s essential to take it seriously."

Interior architectural design was something he had made up on the fly.

As for noble manners...

They didn’t exist at all. The improvement in his demeanor was entirely the result of fusing with the Evil Spirit Du Wei.

After all, the innate elegance and coolness resembling that of a gentleman from the medieval nobility was not something that could be imitated with just a bit of study.

In a sense.

The Evil Spirit Du Wei, who only lived in the past, was a reflection of the current him.

Their fusion was perfect.

Alex was unaware that her boyfriend, during his "study" days at the church, had secretly returned to New York twice, nor did she know that he had also taken a bus trip around Europe.

Therefore, she took his words at face value and joked with a smile, "I didn’t realize you were so thoughtful. It’s just your gifts are always the same, which is quite annoying."

Du Wei looked mildly embarrassed, "Then, should I switch to a different flower next time?"

Alex gave him a glare, "What’s the difference? The time before last you gave me a whole carload of flowers, last time it was a bouquet, and this time it’s 99 stems. Are you a math genius?"

"Not... not really, I’ll give you something else next time."

Alex nodded in satisfaction, "That’s more like it."

Her requirements weren’t that high to begin with; a little effort that didn’t seem so half-hearted would be enough for her to accept.

After all, her boyfriend’s straightforward attributes had been going on for more than a day or two.

It was impossible to turn them around.

She had long since given up hope.

Meanwhile, Du Wei’s gaze turned reflective as he thought to himself, "Women like flowers; if she doesn’t like them, it must be because I give them too frequently. In that case, lipstick sounds like a good idea."

He remembered clearly.

When he previously wanted to give Avery 999 lipsticks, she declined, saying it was too much and she couldn’t possibly use them all, not wanting him to waste money.

But she didn’t say she disliked it.

If there was a chance next time, he would just give fewer.

Rounding up or down, perhaps 520, 99, or 66 would do.

Simple.

Suddenly.

Du Wei remembered about visiting the Wittebach family estate and asked his girlfriend, "By the way, when are we supposed to leave?"

Alex thought for a moment and said, "I originally thought you’d be back in a couple of days, so I planned to leave on the 26th. It’s up to you, though. Do you have any more business in New York?"

Although she didn’t like Du Wei frequently dealing with the Evil Spirit.

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She wouldn’t force her boyfriend to do this or that, after all, she had to give him his personal space.

Du Wei shook his head, "There’s basically nothing left to do, and besides, after we leave your family estate, I need to make a trip to St. Bodia."

Alex asked, "Where are you going and what for? On a pilgrimage?"

Du Wei replied in a deep voice, "Inside the church right now, there’s a high-ranking official on the verge of death, and I will be taking over his position. Moreover, I will become a bishop, assuming the role of the head of the Tribunal."

Upon hearing this,

Alex frowned, sensing something amiss.

A bishop? Head of the Tribunal?

If she remembered correctly, her boyfriend seemed to have just received a promotion not long ago.

Another promotion so soon?

She looked at Du Wei warily, "Have you really been learning architectural design at the church these past few days? Why do I feel like you’ve been dealing with Evil Spirits again?"

With an unchanged expression, Du Wei said, "Why would that be, my dear? I finally had a chance to rest, so why would I confront Evil Spirits? You don’t really think my sense of justice is that strong, do you?"

Alex, still furrowing her brows, said in a conflicted tone, "It does seem so, but why are you being promoted so quickly?"

With a mysterious smile, Du Wei said, "It’s all about connections."

After that, he added, "That sums up my side of things. How about we set off for your family’s place tomorrow? Or maybe this afternoon?"

The quicker things progressed, the better.

Otherwise, Du Wei was truly afraid his girlfriend might notice something was off.

And then he’d have to come up with another excuse to gloss it over.

Alex didn’t think too much of it and pondered, "Actually, going this afternoon would work too, but I was also planning to buy you some furniture and household items, since your house was demolished by the earthquake."

"You’ve been staying at my house recently, so we should get all your clothes and essentials sorted out."

Du Wei was slightly moved, "Okay, you arrange then."

...

Time always flies by.

Du Wei and Alex relished their renewed joyful life, starting to prepare for the visit to the Wittebach family.

When evening came,

At a private club in New York,

Tom and Father Tony also started their night lives...

This looked like a very disreputable club.

The walls were covered with drawings of scantily clad men and women, the images quite sensational.

Moreover, there were odd symbols, reminiscent of a Cult organization’s style.

But Tom seemed rather enchanted by it.

Uh-huh...

His attention was solely on the women.

The club was now filled with many people, all handsome men and beautiful women, among them people of color, and a few mature women still oozing charm.

These individuals all had one thing in common, they wore very little.

Following Tom into the club, Father Tony stared intently at a young woman in the crowd.

But, being nearly sixty and attending such an unconventional party for the first time, he felt quite out of his depth.

"Hey... Tom, I’m a bit panicky."

Father Tony, who was about to strip, tapped Tom with a troubled expression.

The latter asked in surprise, "Panicky about what? Where’s the swagger of our Red Light District War God Combo? Look at those women, aren’t they just your type?"

Father Tony awkwardly responded, "But I only like divorced ones."

The women from the Red Light District could be chosen according to one’s preferences.

But at this unsanctioned party, you couldn’t be sure of anyone’s real status.

Tom looked at Father Tony with disdain and remarked, "I’m really disappointed in you. What does it matter if they are divorced or not? Just make them divorced."

Those words sounded utterly shameless.

Even Father Tony felt it was a bit too much, "Isn’t that going a bit too far... and I’ve only ever partied in the Red Light District, this is a... a party."

Tom sneered, "That’s why from now on, our Red Light District War God Combo is officially renamed Party War God."

Having said that.

Tom stripped off his jacket, pointing at all the women in the party and proclaimed, "Tonight, I am going to be their god!"