Techniques and Dao

Chapter 140 Sunny Paris (2)

Although all of Mieying's requests were met, the two of them still had no direction in Paris.

There is no such thing as Klin's School of Witchcraft and Wizardry on any map of Paris. Not only is there no Klin's School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, there is no such school of magic at all.

For Hanamori, this was entirely expected. In his entire life, he had never heard of real magic. If Klin Magic Academy existed in such a large city, it would surely be world-renowned. How could this be the first time he'd heard of it?
Could it have been written by that girl named Jane?
Despite the strange occurrences of the past two days, Hua Sheng did not believe that Jian had gone to such lengths just to tell a string of lies at the Shudao Academy.

There is only one France in the world, and only one Paris.

If that's the case, where in Paris would Klin's Magic Academy be hidden?
Hua Sheng couldn't find the answer. He and Mie Ying wandered aimlessly through the streets of Paris for a while, but still came up empty-handed.

Just as Hua Sheng was feeling somewhat discouraged, the figure of a foreign boy suddenly flashed before his eyes.

The white boy had short, curly reddish-brown hair, a slightly chubby build, and a face full of freckles. These features were easy to remember and recognize.

Hua Sheng suddenly realized the person looked familiar and quickly patted Mie Ying, pointing at the person's back and saying, "Look! Isn't this the magic student who broke into the Magic Academy with Jian before?"

Mieying glanced at the man and immediately widened her eyes, saying, "That's right! I remember he wasn't wearing a sweatshirt like you are now, but a black robe and carrying a tree branch! No, he was carrying the magic wand you mentioned!"

Hua Sheng secretly rejoiced, "Looks like we're in luck. As long as we catch this person, we'll definitely be able to get him to take us to the Demon School!"

Hua Sheng and Mie Ying caught up with him in three quick steps.

Taking advantage of the other party's suddenness, he grabbed the student by the collar. The fat student turned his head and was about to get angry when he saw that they were two students who looked like East Asians. His face immediately showed a look of confusion.

Hanamori pointed to himself and said in broken English, "Do you remember? The Academy of Arts and Sciences!"

The chubby student immediately realized what was happening, pulled a magic wand from his pocket, and was about to cast a spell.

Suddenly, Mieying swiftly raised his skateboard and slammed it hard against the fat student's cane.

With a crisp, loud "smack!", the magic wand was sent flying high into the air by the skateboard.

Hanamori and the chubby student were stunned by the sudden attack for a long time, standing there watching the magic wand fly further and further away until it fell into the middle of the Seine River in the distance.

"Well done, Miss!!!"

Hua Sheng couldn't help but exclaim in admiration, almost wanting to give a thumbs up.

"OK! OK! I give up!" The chubby student shrugged and raised his hands.

Hua Sheng was about to let go when the fat student suddenly slammed his sturdy forehead into Hua Sheng's nose with a loud thud.

Hua Sheng was completely caught off guard; the sudden impact to her face caused thousands of golden flowers to bloom before her eyes.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, the chubby student turned and ran away, disappearing into the crowd on the road.

Hua Sheng couldn't see anything, so she could only cover her face and shout to Mie Ying, "Quickly remember what his clothes look like!"

"I know!"

Mie Ying reacted swiftly and immediately gave chase.

After a brief pause, once Hanayama could see clearly again, he immediately followed closely behind, muttering under his breath, "That foreign devil is too cunning!"

Hua Sheng, Mie Ying, and the chubby student with reddish-brown curly hair ran wildly through the streets of Paris, one after the other.

After a chase, a solid, light brown stone building came into view, surrounded by a huge crowd of people.

Hundreds of stylishly dressed foreigners and journalists were walking up the high steps. The red-haired, curly-haired, chubby man blended into the crowd and disappeared through the deep doors of the building.

Hua Sheng and Mie Ying finally managed to squeeze through the crowd and looked up at the entrance. Above them were several large characters:

"Grand Palais".

"Where is this place?" Mieying asked.

Hanamori recalled, "I saw it on the map just now; it looked like a place called the Grand Palais in Paris. It has a history of over a hundred years and now it seems to be an exhibition hall."

"Why are there so many people? What kind of performance are they going to see?"

Hanamori glanced around at both sides of the entrance, where several giant posters, dozens of meters high, hung. They were covered in various French and English texts. After looking for a while, Hanamori finally found a few English words he recognized among the prominent text and read them aloud:
“Paris Fashion Week…” He thought for a moment, “Does this mean… Paris Fashion Week? Is this where the famous Paris Fashion Week is being held?”

"What do you mean?" Mieying asked, somewhat puzzled.

"Fashion is clothing that people design and release each year based on the different colors and styles, so that everyone can wear different clothes every year," Hua Sheng explained, pulling Mie Ying inside. "But one thing is certain: those clothes are all extremely expensive!"

As they walked, Mieying asked, "Were those people forced to choose their clothes? Why didn't they choose what they liked, instead of spending money to buy the different clothes that others release every year?"

“It’s not forced. People feel that if they don’t wear it, they will look old-fashioned, backward, and vulgar.”

Mie Ying exclaimed, "Are these people brainless?" "They're not brainless, they're just easily influenced by others."

Mieying continued, "Then how did the people who designed these clothes know what styles would be popular in the future?"

"That's because these people design and release their designs at major fashion weeks, and then each year a certain style becomes popular."

Mieying frowned and said, "Isn't this just a mind control spell? It's like a magic illusion, brainwashing people so they obediently hand over their hard-earned money to buy these fabrics."

"You're right, Shadowbreaker. But I think those who can afford high-end fashion are probably people who don't work hard to earn money..."

Mie Ying shook her head: "The human world is too complicated. This young lady doesn't understand."

Hua Sheng gave a wry smile.

"Actually, I don't really understand either."

The two followed the crowd to the entrance and saw that everyone had a tag hanging on their chest and an invitation card in their hand. They then conjured up identical tags and invitation cards and blended into the Paris Fashion Week show.

Stepping inside the Grand Palace reveals a completely different scene. Looking up, you see an elegant, transparent glass dome overhead. The interior is lined with tall columns and rich classical carvings, making you feel as if you've stepped into a European palace from the Renaissance period.

The upbeat music filled my ears, making me feel like I was walking into a dance floor.

In the center of the vast space inside the Grand Palais in Paris, a giant T-shaped stage has been erected, almost spanning the entire interior of the building. The stage is tightly surrounded by flowers, and the rest of the space is filled with seats.

The venue was bustling with people, and most of the temporary seats set up for the event were already occupied by guests.

Behind the runway was a huge electronic screen that was playing luxury brand advertisements featuring supermodels on repeat to upbeat music.

The countless spotlights and dazzling decorations were dazzling, and Mieying couldn't help but exclaim, "It's so lively here! There are so many people! What's that stage for?"

"I think that must be the runway at Fashion Week, where models walk the runway in their clothes after the show begins."

As Hua Sheng spoke, he observed the crowd.

"That curly-haired fat guy must be mixed in with the audience! But there are at least a thousand people here, maybe more. Foreigners all look very similar to us, so they are not easy to distinguish in a crowd."

"No way! I can't let him get away!"

Although Hua Sheng knew this, he couldn't think of an immediate and effective solution, so he could only reply, "That's right. He's the only one we found at Klin Magic Academy..."

Before he could finish speaking, the room suddenly went dark.

The crowd erupted in cheers, and all the spotlights were focused on the T-shaped stage in the center. A deep male voice boomed from the speakers, speaking in French:
"Mesdames and Messieurs, la Conférence de haut niveau de Chanel en automne et en hiver commence maintenant. S' il vous faut des photos, éteignez le flash."

He then repeated it in English:
“Distinguished ladies and gentlemen.Chanel autumn and winter haute couture fashion conference now begins. Please turn off your mobile phone or put it on mute.If you need to take photos, please turn off the flash.”

Seeing this, Hua Sheng stamped his foot and said, "Oh no! The press conference is about to start! This will make the venue even darker, and it will be impossible to find us."

Mie Ying rested his chin on his hand, his eyes darting around: "We can't just blend into the crowd, unless we have a viewpoint that can see the whole scene..."

"Where can we see the whole stadium?" Hanamori looked up. "Up on the glass roof?"

"No...it's too far away."

"That is……"

With a wave of his hand, Mie Ying said, "Right there! A place where you can see all the spectators!"

She pointed earnestly at the T-shaped stage and said, "I'm going to walk the runway at Paris Fashion Week right now!"

Hua Sheng gasped upon hearing this.

"You're going to walk the runway at Paris Fashion Week?" He immediately shook his head vigorously. "If you go up there now, the show will be forcibly interrupted, and the scene will be even more chaotic. When the crowd is running around, finding that curly-haired fat guy will be like looking for a needle in a haystack!"

Mieying seemed unconvinced and pouted, saying, "Isn't it just like what was shown on the big screen just now, walking around for a bit? I can blend into the group of models and no one will notice me."

“Miss, this isn’t a market! These are all top-tier supermodels, one in hundreds of thousands, and I’ve seen them on TV before. They’re not walking in a bunch, they’re walking one by one. If your catwalk is wrong, your figure is wrong, your posture is wrong, everyone will immediately notice!”

Mie Ying glared at her: "You dare to complain about my figure?"

"No, no... I mean those models are all very tall! You really can't be like that!"

Mieying pouted, frowned, and thought for a while: "I've got it! Eldest sister and third sister are the tallest among the nine of us, why don't we send them?"

Hua Sheng quickly recalled the appearances of her eldest and third sisters, Mieying, and said, "Your eldest sister, Qingmiao Immortal Master, is too reserved and serious. I don't think she'd be suitable, and she might not even agree. But your third sister is quite tall and thin, and when she's not smiling, she does have a bit of a supermodel vibe. Who knows, she might actually be able to..."

Just as she thought of this, Hua Sheng shook her head and said, "That's not right! She has no experience walking the runway at all, she hasn't even studied it, how could she possibly walk exactly like a world-class supermodel!"

(End of this chapter)