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

Chapter 570 The Holy Light will bless every devout believer! (Please subscribe and vote with monthly tickets)
Lady Ophelia nodded knowingly, her full breasts rising and falling slightly with her breath: "I understand, my dear."

The two quietly left their seats and walked along the corridor covered with rose petals toward Li Chen's bedroom.

The flickering candlelight on both sides of the corridor cast long shadows of the two people.

This area is also considered old Castro's territory, so he can certainly move around freely.

However, just as they were about to approach the bedchamber, a sound that made them blush came from inside.

The voice was sometimes high-pitched, sometimes melodious, interspersed with a few familiar soft moans.

"This...this is..." Old Castro stood there, stunned. He clearly recognized the voices of his daughters-in-law among them.

Lady Ophelia blushed as well, her full lips parting slightly: "My goodness, these are Gwyneth and Sophia."

The two men looked at each other in bewilderment. Old Castro immediately pulled his wife away and quickly found their son, who was entertaining guests.

Old Castro pulled his son aside and, in a low voice, demanded, "Alfred! Where are your wives? Why are they in the Royal Guard's room?"

Alfred was taken aback at first, then his expression suddenly changed to one of realization: "Father, you've misunderstood! The Royal Guard is bestowing holy light upon my ladies!"

Old Castro frowned: "Infuse holy light? What kind of holy light needs to be infused in a room?"

Alfred hurriedly explained, "It's true! Just go and see the training ground in the backyard. Last time, after Gwyneth received the Holy Light, he destroyed the entire training ground with a single move!"

He pointed to his chest, which was still wrapped in bandages: "Even I was almost beaten to death."

Old Castro looked at his son with some skepticism, then gazed out the window at the training ground.

These words were utterly absurd, but Alfred's serious expression suggested he wasn't lying.

At this point, Alfred knew his father would definitely be angry.

Indeed, that was the case. Old Castro suddenly slapped his thigh and said angrily, "Why didn't you say so sooner?!"

He turned to look at his still-attractive wife, his eyes gleaming with shrewdness: "Ophelia, perform well these next few days and try to get the royal guard to bestow holy light upon you as well."

Lady Ophelia covered her mouth and chuckled, her full breasts trembling slightly with her laughter: "I understand, my dear. For the honor of the family."

Alfred stared at his parents in disbelief.

He had expected to be severely reprimanded, but his father was surprisingly understanding.

Old Castro patted his son on the shoulder and said earnestly, "Son, you've finally done one thing right. Remember, in this world, strength is everything. If you want to gain power, you must pay a price!"

As he spoke, his gaze unconsciously drifted towards Li Chen's bedroom, where the sounds were growing increasingly intense.

Old Castro suddenly lowered his voice: "However, you'll have to teach your mother how... how to behave to win the favor of the Royal Guard."

Alfred nearly choked on his own saliva.

He glanced at his elegant mother, then at his expectant father, and stammered, "This...this, perhaps Gwyneth and Sophie will know when they come out."

Lady Ophelia, however, was quite poised and elegant. She gracefully tidied the stray hairs at her temples and said, "Don't make things difficult for the child. Although I'm getting on in years, I still know what I need to know."

Just then, a dazzling light suddenly burst forth from the direction of the sleeping quarters, illuminating the entire corridor as if it were daytime.

The light contained a pure, sacred power that made all three of them feel a pang of fear.

Alfred pointed excitedly at the light: "Look, this is the Holy Light!"

A greedy glint gleamed in old Castro's eyes as he gripped his wife's hand tightly: "We must succeed! If we can obtain this power, our family will rise to a new level!"

Lady Ophelia took a deep breath and puffed out her proud chest: "I will do my best." Meanwhile, inside the bedchamber, Li Chen was enjoying the "devout offerings" of Gwyneth and Sophia.

"My lord, please give me some more holy light!"

"My lord, she can't absorb my holy light, I'll absorb it!"

Li Chen's lips curled into a playful smile: "Don't worry, the Holy Light will bless every devout believer."

Perhaps in the eyes of these women, the holy light is the energy of the Holy Spirit, a gift from God.

But for Li Chen, it was nothing more than some of the energy from his peak Saint Realm. He could satisfy not only a few of them, but also dozens or hundreds more.

Thinking of the beautiful woman he had just met, Li Chen exerted even more effort.

Tonight is destined to be a sleepless night.

The following morning, golden sunlight streamed into the courtyard of Alfred Manor.

Gwyneth was carefully adjusting Li Chen's formal attire from the Vatican. Her fingertips lingered on the gold-embroidered collar, and she would occasionally steal glances at Li Chen's handsome profile in the mirror.

“My Lord Guard, do you think this is appropriate?” Gwyneth pinned the last holy emblem to Li Chen’s chest, its fullness almost touching his arm.

Judging from how close they are, you'd think they were a real couple.

Li Chen turned to face the bronze mirror. The well-tailored, dark blue papal robe embroidered with gold accents made him appear even more handsome and distinguished. He nodded in satisfaction: "Not bad, I didn't expect you to know these things."

Gwyneth covered his mouth and chuckled: "I specifically consulted the tailors in the city. You said you were going to travel incognito and didn't bring formal attire, but how can we be careless on such an important occasion?"

As she spoke, she took out a belt inlaid with gemstones, bent down and tied it for Li Chen. This angle allowed Li Chen to see the spring scenery inside her neckline.

When Li Chen walked out of the manor gate, the Papal knights who had been waiting outside knelt down on one knee in unison.

The leading knight announced loudly, "Welcome, My Lord Guard!"

The streets were already packed with people who came to pay their respects.

Among them were ragged commoners and richly dressed nobles, all kneeling on the ground with their foreheads pressed against the earth.

Li Chen's Saint Realm aura was inadvertently revealed, causing everyone to feel a chill.

"My God, is this the Pope's personal guard?"

"This oppressive force is almost suffocating me!"

"Holy light above, this must be a divine messenger descending!"

They not only respected Li Chen's status as a personal guard, but were even more afraid of the Saint Realm power emanating from him. This was their debut, and Li Chen's prestige was off the charts.

A bright red carpet was laid in the middle of the road, and upright Papal knights stood on both sides, their silver armor gleaming in the sunlight.

Li Chen walked slowly forward, and with each step he took, the surrounding air seemed to become more sacred and pure.

Alfred and Carlos followed behind Li Chen, one on each side.

Alfred was so excited that his face turned red. He never dreamed that he would be standing in this position one day. In the past, he was always the one kneeling in the crowd.

Carlos, suppressing his discomfort, played the role of a loyal protector, while secretly calculating when the leader's trap would be ready.

(End of this chapter)