Chapter 582: President

Holy Radiance City, a city with a prosperous economy.

One cannot say it represents the highest level of the Eternal Day Empire, but it is not far behind.

These past few days, Li Chen's schedule was packed full.

During the day, he shuttled between major churches, his gilded holy robe shining in the sunlight, and wherever he went, believers knelt in rows.

Pilgrims from surrounding cities crowded the square, just to catch a glimpse of this legendary Pope's Personal Guard from afar.

"My Lord, these are the holy fruits sent by the Bishop of Emerald City; they rushed here overnight to deliver them." Alfred held a crystal tray, piled high with rare golden berries.

Li Chen casually picked one up, and the berry turned into golden juice at his fingertips.

The onlookers, the nobles, let out exclamations; this was clearly the "Manifestation of Divine Grace" recorded in the "Holy Scripture"!

Don't ask how Li Chen did it; it was too simple for him; he learned it after seeing it once.

When the sunset sank, the private confession room of the old Castro mansion became lively.

In the candlelight, Lady Ophelia was always the first to kneel before the holy emblem, her snow-white church robe hanging loosely on her shoulders: "The subordinate's sins are deep, I ask the Personal Guard Lord to bestow upon me Holy Light, let me be baptized."

Her blurred blue eyes looked at Li Chen, as if she were really confessing some monstrous crime.

Marianne maintained the most standard kneeling posture, every button of her high-collared long dress fastened tightly.

But when Li Chen gave the order, she wouldn't even tremble an eyelash, pious enough to make one's heart itch.

The most amazing thing was that she could always maintain a saint-like solemn expression even in the most shameful postures.

Lilith and Namelia, this pair of twins, had been particularly clingy recently.

Namelia's silver-white long hair had somehow gained a few more strands of gold, and Lilith's dark red hair tips had begun to curl naturally; this was a side effect of long-term contact with high-level Holy Light.

"My Lord, can you give me a bit more Holy Light today~" Lilith rubbed against Li Chen's knees like a cat, completely forgetting her original intention of coming as an undercover agent.

"Sister, leave some for me!" Namelia was anxious to grab the Holy Light; if she hadn't grabbed it fast, Lilith would have swallowed it all.

Carlos, also a steward, heard this outside the door, his temples throbbing.

He sent his wife Isabella to watch this pair of live treasures day and night, fearing they would let something slip.

Because these two girls now had Li Chen in their heads, who knew if they would accidentally say something that would make them all die here.

One night ended so excitingly; Carlos currently performed even more loyally than Li Chen's dog.

No way, if he didn't perform hard, and Li Chen discovered him, it would be difficult to handle.

He could only pray for the President to set up the net early, and let himself trick Li Chen into the trap.

As long as Li Chen died, his wife wouldn't have to suffer these hardships.

Of course, it was just him feeling that his wife was suffering.

At noon, Lilith and Namelia were resting lazily, still reminiscing about last night's events.

The maid's voice suddenly broke this peace: "Two ladies, Veronica of the Drake family requests an audience."

Lilith looked suspiciously at Namelia beside her: "What is she here for?"

Namelia shook her head, indicating she didn't know either.

In the reception hall, Veronica knelt before the two stewards.

She keenly noticed that Lilith and Namelia, who already had good figures, now had a bit more charm about them.

Around their ankles were chains studded with holy crystals; were these still the demonesses of the Blood Demon Society?

They were simply like pious church members. ===== CHAPTER 583 =====