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Chapter 583 Just make up any excuse, it won't matter how you explain it! (Please subscribe, please vote!)

The light from the crystal ball went out, and Lilith and Nymeria looked at each other, both seeing fear in each other's eyes.

This was the first time they had ever seen the guild leader so angry. If they disobeyed the guild leader's orders, he would activate the blood pact, and they would be doomed.

Lilith and Nymeria sat on a soft couch in the secret chamber, with a crystal ball lying to one side.

Nymeria's long, silvery hair fell down, obscuring her pale face.

"Sister, do we really have to go back? The president must be furious right now." Her slender fingers were clenched tightly, showing how nervous she was.

Lilith bit her thumbnail, a habit she had when anxious: "What else can we do but go back? We're bound by the blood pact. Why don't we try contacting the other deacons and have them sound out the guild master?"

Nymeria: "That's all we can do."

Carlos was definitely excluded by the sisters; it would be good enough if he didn't say anything bad about them, let alone say anything good about them.

The crystal ball lit up and then went out five times in a row.

Each deacon who received the call either responded with sarcasm or immediately cut off the communication.

The most outrageous one was the Fifth Deacon, Greg, that old man with a face full of scars, who actually made lewd gestures in front of the crystal ball: "I heard you guys are quite good at it, always making that guard of the Holy See enjoy himself until the next day."

Lilith was so angry that she smashed the crystal ball.

Just then, there was a gentle knock on the door of the secret room, and Veronica entered carrying tea and snacks. Her black hair was styled in an elegant bun, and a beauty mark at the corner of her eye was faintly visible.

"You two have worked hard. Has the chairman changed his mind?" She respectfully poured tea.

It seemed like they were waiting for good news from the two of them, but it was actually a rhetorical question they already knew the answer to.

Lilith scoffed, "Those idiots! They won't listen to any explanations!"

Veronica immediately feigned concern: "What should we do?" She put down the teapot and lowered her voice, "I have a bold idea."

Namelia looked up: "What are you thinking?"

Veronica looked around to make sure no one was eavesdropping, then whispered, "Instead of going back to be punished, it's better to shut the president up forever."

Lilith jumped to her feet: "Are you insane? The blood pact will kill us!"

“That’s precisely why.” A glint of light flashed in Veronica’s eyes. “Once the Guild Master dies, the blood pact will naturally become invalid. The Royal Guard’s strength is unfathomable; if we could…”

Nymeria gasped: "You mean using someone else to do the dirty work?"

Veronica nodded slightly: "You two only need to provide the whereabouts of the chairman. The guards will only think that it is to eliminate heretics and will never know your identities. When others see this, in order to save their lives, they will definitely support you two as the new chairman."

Lilith fell into deep thought. Her silence proved that she was considering whether it was possible. Veronica continued to incite: "Think about it, what has the president treated you two as all these years? A caged canary, a dispensable ornament, or rather, a tool."

Nymeria suddenly grabbed Lilith's hand: "Sister, she's right! The president has never treated us like family!"

Seeing that the time was right, Veronica said no more and simply left the secret room respectfully.

She knew she had said all she could; the rest was up to these two adults to decide.

After the door closed, Lilith remained silent for a while before speaking, "This is too risky."

Actually, if either the president or Li Chen were to die, the two of them would be better off.

She said this because she was afraid Li Chen would die.

Nymeria said excitedly, "But this is our only chance. As long as the guild leader dies, we will be free."

In the study of the Drake family patriarch, Nader was pacing back and forth anxiously.

Wax dripped from the candlestick, congealing on his expensive silk slippers. He glanced at the doorway every now and then, a growing tension in his heart. This was betrayal; defeat meant death.

"Master, it's done." Veronica pushed open the door and entered, the crystal hair ornaments in her black hair jingling.

Nader grabbed the lady's wrist: "They agreed?"

Veronica sneered, "Yes, those two stupid girls are plotting how to get rid of the chairman through the bodyguards."

She gracefully removed her gloves, revealing a newly appeared golden holy mark on her wrist. "However..."

"But what?" Nader pressed eagerly.

Veronica suddenly knelt down at her husband's feet, an unusual move that startled Nader.

As she tilted her head back, the beauty mark at the corner of her eye shone alluringly in the candlelight: "To gain the true protection of the Holy See, we still need to give more."

Nader's Adam's apple bobbed: "You mean?"

"Tonight I'll take Theresa, Grace, and our five daughters to the Royal Guard to 'confess.' This will both silence the Blood Demon Society's suspicious rumors and gain the Royal Guard's trust. I hope you won't mind, sir?"

Veronica deliberately emphasized the word "repentance," making no attempt to hide it, since she already knew what was going to happen.

Nader's expression was priceless.

First came shock, then struggle, and finally, a strange excitement settled in: "Of course I don't mind!"

He frantically rummaged through the jewelry box: "Make sure they all wear their most expensive jewelry! Oh, and Grace hasn't worn a backless dress yet, so we should prepare that too."

Veronica chuckled and interrupted, "Don't worry, leave this to me."

An hour later, seven beautifully dressed women walked in.

Theresa's pale yellow dress had a thigh-high slit, Grace's backless gown was adorned with crystals, and the five daughters each had their own unique charm: the eldest wore teardrop-shaped ruby ​​earrings, and the second daughter's amber eyes were veiled with a light gauze.
Nader stared wide-eyed, these were all sensations he had never experienced before. Suddenly remembering something, he lowered his voice and asked, "What if the Blood Demon Society's spies find out?"

Veronica straightened his bow tie, her red lips almost touching his ear: "Just make up any excuse, it won't matter how you explain it anyway."

As night fell, the mansion of old Castro was brightly lit.

As soon as Li Chen stepped into the central courtyard, he heard the sounds of laughter coming from the confessional.

When he pushed open the door, even he, with his vast experience, couldn't help but raise an eyebrow. Lilith and Nymeria were kneeling at the front, with the eight beauties of the Drake family kneeling neatly behind them.

Sixteen pairs of beautiful eyes turned to look at them, and a sweet fragrance filled the air.

Lilith crawled forward on her knees, a few new strands of gold appearing in her dark red curls: "My lady-in-waiting, we've brought the women of the Drake family to continue their purification."

Not to be outdone, Nymeria pressed closer, her silver hair now streaked with even more gold: "They said the holy light last time improved their physical condition~"

Li Chen's gaze swept over the eight beautiful women who were meek and obedient.

Veronica's black tulle dress revealed glimpses of her neckline, Teresa's ruby ​​necklace dangled deep into her cleavage, and Grace's wheat-colored back was completely bare.
Li Chen thought to himself: I didn't touch you last time because I was concerned about saving face, but this time you've practically delivered yourselves to my doorstep.

He stopped acting abruptly and slowly unfastened the gold buttons on his holy robe: "Repentance requires piety."

“Lord Guard, we are the most devoted!” The eldest daughter of the Drake family suddenly looked up, her teardrop-shaped earrings swaying alluringly. Her sisters immediately echoed her, even deliberately letting the straps slip halfway down.

The battle in the confessional ended when the first ray of holy light rose.

Unbeknownst to anyone, a cardinal had already arrived at the doorstep of old Castro.

(End of this chapter)