I just reached the maximum level, and you want me to be a puppet emperor?

Chapter 564 This is all I should do! (Please subscribe and vote with monthly tickets)

"Whether you are devout or not depends on your performance." Li Chen shook his head slightly and strode towards a chair not far away.

To show his loyalty, Carlos shifted his knees and quickly wiped the stool a few times with his sleeve before Li Chen could do so. He then moved aside and said to Li Chen with a fawning smile, "Please sit down, sir!"

"Hmm." As soon as Li Chen sat down in the cleaned chair, Carlos, who was kneeling on the ground, picked up the teapot and quickly poured half a cup of tea for Li Chen.

After doing all this, Carlos knelt down to the side, quietly awaiting Li Chen's judgment.

“He is indeed very devout.” Carlos’s performance made Li Chen nod in approval. He had to admit that Carlos did have the potential to be a dog.

"Thank you for your praise, sir. Carlos is willing to give everything for the Holy See and for you!" Carlos lowered his head, his expression unreadable, and his voice trembled as he spoke, seemingly very excited.

For a heretic to say he was devout to the Church was actually more painful for him than to be killed.

"Get out." Li Chen waved his hand impatiently. Carlos was indeed obedient, but that couldn't hide the fact that he had disturbed his enjoyment.

"Thank you for your kindness, sir!" Carlos was beaming with excitement, as if Li Chen's instruction to get lost was a great favor. Before he finished speaking, he had already curled himself into a ball and rolled towards the door, even remembering to close the door behind him.

Isabella could hardly believe her eyes. Was this really the same towering Carlos? He looked more like a loyal dog!
"The nuisance is gone, let's continue." Li Chen smiled faintly, pulled the dazed Isabella into his arms, and returned to the room.

Isabella was indeed still unsatisfied, unsure whether she wanted to kill Li Chen or be killed by him.

Kneeling outside the door, Carlos listened all night to the two rhythmic breathing sounds coming from inside the room, his eyes already bloodshot with rage.

He did send Isabella to poison him, that's true, but this is no way to do it!

Where did you put the poison?

Several times he was so angry that he wanted to push open the door and question Isabella about what she was doing, but he was ultimately forced to suppress it by his reason.

There's no way to defeat a Saint!
The next morning, Li Chen walked out of the room with a look of lingering enjoyment.

Isabella was indeed very attractive, but a wild horse only looks like a wild horse. In reality, she has no wildness at all. Instead, she is like a lady from a noble family, reciting poetry and chanting. Who could be satisfied with that?
Upon seeing Li Chen arrive, Carlos, who had been waiting at the door, quickly put on a fawning expression and said, "Would you like to have a meal, sir? I'll have someone prepare it right away!"

"Sure, remember to bring plenty of beef." Li Chen waved his hand casually.

"Yes, I will definitely do it well!" Carlos patted his chest and assured him.

After waiting for Li Chen to leave for a while, he looked around suspiciously like a thief before entering the room.

Isabella lay limp on the bed, her body hastily covered by a quilt made of swan meat, but large areas of her snow-white skin were still exposed.

"Why? My wife? Why did you do this!" Carlos clenched his fists, staring fiercely at Isabella on the bed.

He did want Isabella to poison him, but at most he wanted her to put the poison in the teacup while toasting.

Isabella stared intently at Carlos, sighed deeply, and gritted her teeth, saying, "Didn't you say it yourself? It's all for the Blood Demon Society! He's a Saint, and I had no other choice."

Looking into Isabel's affectionate eyes, Carlos's anger dissipated considerably. He knew Isabel was telling the truth. Realizing that everything was caused by his decision, Carlos felt a surge of hatred and secret guilt.

Carlos hesitated for a long time before finally sighing and saying, "I'm sorry, my beloved Isabella."

"No, it's all for the Blood Demon Society. These sacrifices are nothing." Isabella forced a smile to comfort Carlos and try to make him feel better.

But the more he felt this way, the more guilty and remorseful Carlos felt.

Isabella quickly changed the subject, saying, "My poison doesn't seem to have any effect on him at all. Could it be because he's a Saint?"

“I think it must have had some effect on him, otherwise he wouldn’t have had that expression when he went out today. He must have realized that something was wrong with his body but couldn’t find the cause. If this continues, he will surely die. But…” Carlos looked at Isabella’s exposed skin and couldn’t help but shake his head.

"No, we have no better way, Carlos. I must kill him to prove my love for you!" Isabella gritted her teeth. As a wife, she knew perfectly well that if Li Chen didn't die, her husband would likely harbor resentment towards him.

The sobriety that followed her pleasure made her feel ashamed to face her husband.

"I have to go. I can't let him find out." Carlos smiled bitterly to himself. He never thought that one day he would not only have to be someone else's dog, but also have to sneak around to see his own wife.

He actually wholeheartedly agreed with Isabella's suggestion; it seemed that the only way to kill Li Chen was to continue accumulating the poison.

Meanwhile, in the restaurant.

Gwyneth, dressed in sexy attire, was serving Li Chen a meal with Sophia and others.

Gwyneth snuggled into Li Chen's arms, her face full of pleading, "My lord, my sisters and I have heard that observing a sacred ritual can bring enlightenment, so we discussed it together and decided to perform the ritual with you."

Sofia, Gwyneth, and the others were originally competing with each other, but Isabella's appearance immediately made them feel threatened.

They're family, after all. How can they let that dancer steal their 'holy light'?
The saying goes, "Don't let the good stuff go to outsiders." Even if it has to be divided, they should get the lion's share!
Unsurprisingly, the group immediately joined forces.

"To conduct the ceremony together?" Li Chen was naturally delighted with this and immediately nodded, saying, "In that case, Madam will make the arrangements later."

Alfred, who was sitting alone across from him, showed no annoyance whatsoever. Instead, he said with a fawning expression, "Thank you for your kindness, my lord. I will never forget your generosity!"

He has now been slapped halfway by the First Madam, and if the First Madam does not replenish him with holy light, his entire family will be in grave danger.

There is naturally competition among the Holy Descendant families. If he doesn't have enough strength, it's uncertain whether the manor will still belong to him in the future.

Li Chen is undoubtedly his lifeline at this moment.

He now harbors no resentment towards Li Chen whatsoever; on the contrary, his gratitude is genuine.

"Patriarch Alfred, please don't take it to heart. This is all I should do!" Li Chen smiled and nodded slightly.

(End of this chapter)