Chapter 142 – Full-time Nanny (1/2)

Although Snow was just a 10-year-old brat, she had never been afraid in dealing with these sly old foxes.

Her age was her protective umbrella, her cute appearance was her best disguise. Previously at Sheryl City, that dirty old man, Peterson, was tricked by her immature appearance. A bishop had his dick chopped off by a little girl, and was burnt into ashes.

That’s why even if she was assigned to Sheryl City with an unfamiliar Bishop, Snow was never worried she’ll get bullied.

If Anderson really planned to have a show of strength, she had sufficient methods to deal with it, but against the damn fatty, who was a wolf in sheep’s clothing, Snow couldn’t see through him.

After Snow was transferred, Anderson never bullied her, never made things difficult, and never looked down on her because she was a little kid. On the contrary, he enthusiastically worked with her to take care of things.

Although he was cooperative in terms of daily affairs, he had no intention of changing his terrible ways, he still pigged out just like before, exercising no restraint.

What he said was that he was almost 50, and he devoted the first half of his life to the Goddess, killing demons daily and never had a good day. Now that he was an Archbishop, he wasn’t corrupt or lecherous, he just liked eating. Just that, so even the Goddess should be understanding.

Speaking of that, Snow couldn’t force him to do anything, especially since Anderson didn’t lie, and he didn’t have any other problems other than his gluttony, he was a model archbishop.

But for no reason, Snow hated this damn fatty.

He didn’t know how to speak, even eating that fatty meat couldn’t plug up his damn mouth. Even earlier he faintly mocked her by telling the blind Snow to ‘look’ at the steak he was eating, yet he was still acting as if it was natural.

Look my ass! How about I poke your eyes out and let you have a ‘look’?

It would be nothing much if it was just him running his mouth, but he was also a scheming fatty!

On the surface he cooperated with Snow’s work, and reported everything big and small to Snow in accordance with the rules, accepting the Saintess’ supervision, but he continuously sneaked around behind her back.

After this many years, Anderson already had a tight grasp on Winterless City. If he actually wanted to hide something, it wasn’t something Snow could see through at one moment’s notice.

Was he hiding a gold vault? Or cultivating power?

Snow didn‘t know the answer, but today, she finally caught onto Anderson’s tail.

This damn fatty actually prepared a large transport squad behind her back! If it wasn’t because Snow was quick-witted, he would have almost gotten away with it.

“Archbishop Anderson, you didn’t report such an important matter, could it be that this is something I shouldn’t know about?” Although Snow was asking him, it carried a denouncing tone.

“Haha, what are you saying? You’re the Saintess, you have the right to question anything in this dioceses, you should know everything!” He forcefully chewed and swallowed the meat in his mouth, and smiled.

He was eating steak in his mouth, but he felt like he ate shit. Although he was smiling, he really wanted to stab Snow to death with the knife in his hand.

How the hell did this damn blindy find out about his movements! He hid it with all his resources, he planned to take everyone away and desert the place, and when Snow realized it would’ve already been too late.

But he never expected her to stop him within the church before he even left!

Preposterous, how could this damn blind brat be so hard to deal with?

Sometimes when looking at her cute loli appearance, Anderson even suspected that she wasn’t a 10-year-old kid, but a monster that possessed a little girl’s body.

“If that’s the case, Archbishop Anderson, why didn’t you tell me beforehand? Your reason?” Snow sternly asked.

“Snow, I was just busy eating… uh no, busy with work so I forgot about it. Don’t think too much of it.” Anderson was uncomfortable and could only try to laugh it off.

“Busy with work?” Snow mouth twitched, and she quietly sneered, “Are you bullying me because I can’t see anything? So are the plates and bowls on this table filled with work, or pig feed, pray tell?”

“Pig feed? Uh… Saintess, y-you really know how to kid around.” Anderson frowned and had an unnatural expression, but didn’t dare express it.

“Anderson, tell me honestly, what’s with this transport team?” Snow didn’t waste any more time, and got right to the point, “If you don’t give me an acceptable reason, I have the power to immediately disband it! At that time, don‘t even think about going anywhere, and you can just obediently eat your pig feed in the church!”