Chapter 581: Do you know what this means? (Seeking subscriptions, seeking monthly tickets)

Even more astonishing was that the Holy Light flowed on the eight women like substance.

Veronica's black hair danced in the Holy Light, Theresa's ruby necklace burst with brilliant radiance, and Grace's wheat-colored skin was plated with a layer of gold edge...

"Purify!" Li Chen gave a light shout.

The angel's phantom suddenly retracted its wings, and countless light spots drifted down like snowflakes.

The kneeling women let out light moans simultaneously; they felt a warm current pouring in from the top of their heads, instantly washing every pore of their entire bodies.

When the light dissipated, everyone was stunned.

The eight beauties were surrounded by faint holy radiance, and even the most frivolous Third Wife Grace revealed a saint-like solemn temperament!

"Thank you, My Lord, for your grace!" Nader prostrated himself, his forehead knocking against the marble floor with a thud.

Previously, he felt that if Li Chen wanted to use the family's women, he would be somewhat uncomfortable out of helplessness.

Now, Li Chen had given enough benefits, so even if it were in front of his face, he would gladly accept it.

Who knew Li Chen would elegantly tidy his sleeves and say "Tonight's bluefin tuna is delicious" before turning and leaving, the hem of his holy robe sweeping over Nader's graying head.

After the gate closed, the banquet hall instantly exploded.

"My headache has disappeared!" the eldest daughter exclaimed, touching her head.

Second Wife Theresa stared blankly at herself in the mirror; the ruby necklace around her neck currently had a miniature holy cross condensed inside each gem!

Most exaggerated was the fifth daughter; her already outstanding figure now added a bit of holy charm, and she carried a halo effect with every gesture.

Seeing Li Chen just leave like this, Nader was dumbfounded, looking at Carlos, his expression seeming to say: Steward Lord, didn't you say this Pope's Personal Guard was lustful?

Carlos glared at him, meaning: Don't ask too much.

Only a day later, in the "Golden Rose" tavern in Holy Radiance City, a fierce argument was unfolding.

"Didn't they say the Personal Guard Lord was lustful? Those wives and daughters of the Drake family are all stunners, aren't they?" a mercenary with a face full of flesh said cautiously.

Whenever he spoke of the Drake family's women, he had a face full of yearning; those were people he couldn't climb high enough to reach, but he would think of them every night when he was lonely.

The church clerk at the next table immediately retorted: "You don't understand this; saying the Personal Guard Lord is lustful is just a rumor, who saw it? But I was in the Drake family that day, and I saw with my own eyes the angel phantom covering the entire East District! Do you dare to question the miracle?"

"Rumor, slandering the Personal Guard Lord as lustful must be a rumor."

"I really hope the Personal Guard Lord comes to my house too."

Through these, Li Chen's reputation in Holy Radiance City rose several levels.

These past few days, the Drake manor was filled with a joyful atmosphere everywhere.

In the corridors, the maids hummed little tunes, in the garden, the young ladies' laughter was as crisp as silver bells, and even the aroma of roast meat drifting from the kitchen was richer than usual.

Only Patriarch Nader stood alone by the study window, his wrinkled fingers unconsciously rubbing the crystal cup.

Outside the window, his Third Wife Grace was leading the daughters in the rose garden to pick the freshest flowers, the faint holy radiance surrounding them particularly eye-catching in the sunlight.

"My Lord." First Wife Veronica pushed the door and entered, her black silk skirt sweeping across the Persian carpet.

Her newly painted nails shimmered with pearl luster; that was the wonderful change brought by the Holy Light baptism.

"The whole family is bathed in divine grace, why are you looking so worried?"

Nader looked up and drank the wine in the cup, the amber liquid dripping along his graying beard: "Wife, look at the back of Grace's neck."

Veronica squinted, and on the back of Grace's wheat-colored neck, a golden cross mark was vaguely visible; this was a mark recognized by high-level Holy Light.

"Isn't this a good thing?" She deliberately pretended not to understand, but in reality, she knew it clearly.

Since that night's purification ritual, she could dream of that six-winged angel phantom every night.

Nader suddenly grabbed his wife's wrist, the force so great it made her frown: "Blood crow sent a letter this morning." ===== CHAPTER 582 =====