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Chapter 581 Do you know what this means? (Please subscribe and vote with monthly tickets)

Even more astonishingly, the holy light flowed tangibly over the eight women.

Veronica's black hair danced in the holy light, Teresa's ruby ​​necklace sparkled brilliantly, and Grace's wheat-colored skin was edged with gold.
"Purify!" Li Chen shouted softly.

The angelic phantom suddenly folded its wings, and countless specks of light fell like snowflakes.

The kneeling women simultaneously let out soft moans, feeling a warm current flowing into their heads, instantly cleansing every pore of their bodies.

When the light faded, everyone was stunned.

The eight beauties were surrounded by a faint holy glow, and even the most frivolous third wife, Grace, exuded a saintly solemnity!
“Thank you for your grace, Your Excellency!” Nader prostrated himself, his forehead pounding against the marble floor.

He used to think that Li Chen was reluctant to use female relatives of his family.

Now, Li Chen has offered him plenty of benefits, and he would gladly accept them even if they were right in front of him.

Who knew that Li Chen would elegantly adjust his cuffs, say "The bluefin tuna tonight is delicious," and then turn and leave, the hem of his holy robe sweeping across Nader's graying head.

Once the doors closed, the banquet hall erupted in chaos.

"My headache is gone!" the eldest daughter exclaimed, rubbing her head.

Second Lady Theresa stared blankly at herself in the mirror. The ruby ​​necklace around her neck now contained a miniature Holy Cross inside each gem!

The most striking was the fifth daughter, whose already outstanding figure now possessed an even more ethereal charm, radiating a halo effect with every gesture.

Seeing Li Chen leave just like that, Nader was dumbfounded. He looked at Carlos with an expression that seemed to say: Deacon, didn't you say that this papal guard was a lecher?

Carlos glared at him, as if to say: Don't ask any more questions.

Just one day later, a heated debate was taking place at the "Golden Rose" tavern in Holy Radiance City.

"Isn't it said that Lord Drake is a womanizer? The ladies and daughters of the Drake family are all stunning beauties, aren't they?" a burly mercenary said cautiously.

Whenever the women of the Drake family were mentioned, he would look on with longing. They were people he could never reach, but people he would think of every night when he was lonely.

The church clerk at the next table immediately retorted, "You don't understand, do you? Saying that Lord Guard is a womanizer is just a rumor. Who saw it? But I was in the Drake family's house that day, and I personally saw the phantom of an angel envelop the entire East District! Do you dare to question a miracle?"

"Rumors, the slander that Lord Guard is a lecher must be rumors."

"I really wish the Royal Guard would come to my house too."

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

These past few days, Drake Manor has been filled with a joyful atmosphere.

The maids hummed tunes in the corridor, the young ladies' laughter in the garden was as clear as silver bells, and even the aroma of roasted meat wafting from the kitchen was stronger than usual.

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

Outside the window, his third wife, Grace, was picking the freshest flowers in the rose garden with her daughters, their faint, holy glow standing out in the sunlight.

"Master." First Madam Veronica pushed open the door and entered, her black silk skirt sweeping across the Persian carpet.

Her newly painted nails gleamed with a pearly luster, a wondrous change brought about by the baptism of holy light.

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

Nader tilted his head back and drank the wine in his glass, the amber liquid dripping down his white beard: "Madam, look at the back of Grace's neck."

Veronica squinted, noticing a faint golden cross mark on Grace's wheat-colored nape—a mark recognized by the higher-level Holy Light.

"Isn't this a good thing?" She pretended not to understand, but she knew perfectly well what was going on.

Ever since that purification ritual, she has dreamt of the phantom of the six-winged angel every night.

Nader suddenly grabbed the lady's wrist, the force so strong that she frowned: "Blood Raven sent a message this morning." He lowered his voice, his Adam's apple bobbing violently: "A deacon in the guild said that we betrayed the Blood Demon Guild and the guild master, and that we should be punished with a blood pact."

Because Li Chen's matter has caused such a big stir, the Blood Demon Society must be paying attention to it.

Many idle butlers felt that not only did they complete their missions, but they also became a family protected by the Holy Light. Wasn't that a betrayal?
Blood pacts are a means by which the Blood Demon Guild controls its members. If a member disobeys, the guild leader can directly eliminate that member.

"They were the ones who told us to use our beauty to get close to the royal guard! We just did as they said, how would we know if it would work or not, and now they're coming to interrogate us?" Veronica's eyes showed some displeasure.

Nader slumped into the high-backed chair, looking as if he had aged ten years.

He stared at the family crest hanging above the fireplace, which should have featured the Drake family's silver wolf, but now resembled a Bloodhound's lackey.

Veronica suddenly looked up, her beautiful eyes fixed on her husband: "My lord, which is more fearsome, the Blood Demon Society or the Holy See?"

"Shh!" Nader pressed a finger to the First Lady's lips.

He turned around and locked the door, then took out a crystal from a hidden compartment in the jewelry box.

When the crystal glowed faintly, the entire room was enveloped in a pale golden barrier.

“Master already has the answer in his heart, doesn’t he?” Veronica stood to the side, her skirt blooming like a black lotus.

It was the first time Nader had ever realized that his wife had this side to her.

"But what about the blood pact?" That was the question that Nader was concerned about.

Veronica's eyes grew even more sinister: "Once the guild leader dies, no one will be able to control the blood pact."

This statement gave Nader much to think about.

That's true. Blood pacts are a tool used by the guild leader to control everyone.

Theoretically, if the leader dies, this contract cannot be established.

As the head of the family, everything must be for the benefit of the family.

They paid a heavy price to join the Blood Demon Society and avoid the destruction of their families.

They later learned that it was probably the Blood Demon Society that was behind it, trying to get them to join.

Just as Nader was thinking, footsteps suddenly came from outside the door. Nader quickly pulled his wife up, and the two instantly returned to their usual aristocratic couple appearance.

When the maid knocked on the door to bring tea, they were discussing the evening's menu.

Only after the door was closed again did cold sweat trickle down Nader's forehead.

He stared at the gold markings beneath his wife's collarbone, then suddenly lowered his voice: "Do you know what this means?"

"So we must strike first." A ruthless glint flashed in Veronica's eyes. At this moment, she didn't resemble a pampered noblewoman, but rather a beautiful snake baring its fangs. "The Royal Guard can summon six-winged angels at will and has even defeated a six-winged Blood Demon Angel. Do you think he would be afraid of the Guild Master?"

The firelight from the fireplace cast their shadows on the wall, twisting like dancing demons.

Nader recalled Carlos's gaze that day, and the dirty tricks the Blood Demon Society had made them do over the years.

He suddenly grabbed his wife's shoulder: "Prepare the carriage; I need to make a secret visit."

Veronica shook her head and said, "No need, I have a better way."

In her view, a secret visit was dangerous, as there were Blood Demon Society spies around, and she would be doomed if she were discovered.

Our honey trap failed, but two of our attempts have already succeeded. Why not try to win them over?

This is Veronica's plan!

(End of this chapter)