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Chapter 588 Such severe injuries require immediate and intensive treatment! (Please subscribe and vote with monthly tickets)
Inside Li Chen's private castle, gilded candlesticks illuminated his pensive face.

He leaned back on the soft couch covered with ferret fur, contemplating what to do next.

After this battle to wipe out the Blood Demon Society, his reputation will surely spread throughout the entire Eternal Day Empire. It's time to make a trip to the Papal Palace and give the Pope a surprise.

"My lord!" Carlos trotted in with a sly grin and knelt down with a thud. "Your subordinate has something to report."

Li Chen lazily raised his eyelids: "Speak."

"Among the traitors captured by the Blood Demon Society, many have sincerely repented." Carlos rubbed his hands together, his face full of a fawning smile. "They all beg you, sir, to give them a chance."

Li Chen frowned. It was indeed the Vatican's practice to guide people back from the wrong path, but the process was very complicated, and he didn't want to waste his time on it.

Carlos, who had been Li Chen's lackey for some time, seemed to have figured out Li Chen's thoughts and immediately added, "Especially the four wives of the Blood Demon Society's president, they were crying their eyes out, saying they must confess to the guard in person."

"Oh?" Li Chen immediately perked up, put down his wine glass and stood up. "Since you're so sincere, I'll go and see for myself."

In the square outside the castle, dozens of Blood Demon Society “sinners” knelt neatly on the ground.

All around stood imposing Papal knights, their silver armor gleaming in the sunlight.

Those who made it this far alive were naturally willing to surrender.

As for those tough nuts to crack, they were long ago dealt with by Carlos, the "glorious deacon of the Papacy."

Li Chen stood with his hands behind his back, his gaze sweeping across the crowd.

Carlos immediately fawned over her, "My lord, this is Cecilia, the first wife of the Blood Demon Guild's leader."

A blonde, blue-eyed young woman was kneeling in the front row, her long neck bowed, her silver-threaded dress outlining her breathtaking curves.

Li Chen shook his head in anguish: "So young, she must have been forced by the Blood Demon Guild leader. Look at her pale face, she's obviously suffering from chronic sleep deprivation. Someone, take her to my castle to rest for a few nights."

Carlos understood immediately: "Understood!"

He turned and winked at the maid, whispering, "Quickly take the lady to the best guest room in the west wing, or directly to the guard's palace!"

The second lady, Flora, was brought up. This purple-haired beauty had a voluptuous chest that seemed about to burst through her clothes.

Li Chen exclaimed indignantly, "What a terrible thing! The Blood Demon Guild leader is a beast! He actually beat her chest so badly that it's swollen like this! She must be treated immediately and taken to my room. I want to personally cast a healing spell on her."

Carlos, suppressing a laugh, nodded repeatedly: "Your Excellency is both kind and skillful!"

In this way, Li Chen took in all sorts of beautiful women under various bizarre pretexts.

The men were simply sent to church to confess.

Throughout the process, Butler Lina stood by attentively taking notes, the golden strands in her silver hair shimmering in the sunlight.

She suddenly realized: "So that's how it is! This is what the Royal Guard meant by 'analyzing specific situations specifically.' Indeed, we must teach lost sheep according to their individual needs!"

Lina's azure eyes were filled with adoration.
The bishops and knights around him all looked enlightened, and were full of admiration for the Royal Guard's "wisdom".

Several young nuns were even moved to tears, completely unaware that Li Chen was staring intently at Flora's shapely buttocks.

Li Chen is now eager to treat Flora; this loud noise must be extraordinary.

Carlos suppressed a laugh, thinking to himself that this bodyguard had truly taken double standards to a whole new level.

However, upon further reflection, realizing that he was now also a beneficiary, he cooperated even more diligently:

"My lord, this is the daughter of one of the three deacons of the Blood Demon Society. It is said that she was forced into this situation from a young age."

"How pitiful! Send them to the East Wing Sanatorium immediately!" "My lord, it is said that the Blood Demon Society still has many displaced lambs."

"You handle this matter, and let me save as many people as possible; this is also the Lord's will."

In this way, the east and west wings of Li Chen's castle were further expanded.

As for the male members who were sent to the church to confess?
Who cares! Anyway, the Royal Guard said that heretics... well, those who admit their mistakes and correct them aren't heretics!
We're already being generous by giving them a way to survive; what more do they want?
And so, news of the Royal Guard's efforts to reform the Blood Demon Society spread throughout the streets and alleys of Holy Radiance City.

Li Chen proved with his actions that he was indeed "doing his best" to influence these lost sheep.

Inside the castle's bedroom, gilded candlesticks illuminated the room.

Cecilia knelt on the velvet couch, her long golden hair cascading down like a waterfall.

She nervously twisted her skirt, a blush rising to her fair cheeks.

As the first one "chosen" by Li Chen, she expected to receive his favor immediately, but instead, Li Chen's gaze completely bypassed her.
“This lady looks like she needs urgent treatment.” Li Chen walked toward Flora with a serious expression.

Although this purple-haired beauty was dressed conservatively, her curvaceous figure was impossible to hide.

Especially when she retreated in panic, the waves in her chest seemed about to burst through her clothes.

Seeing this, the other ladies immediately understood and lowered their necklines, revealing their snow-white shoulders.

But Li Chen's gaze remained fixed on Flora: "Such severe injuries require immediate and thorough treatment!"

Flora panicked, "M-My lord, I'm alright."

Li Chen retorted righteously, "Nonsense! Look at your face, it's so red, you must be suffering from internal injuries!"

As he spoke, he reached out to untie her sash.

For the next two hours, the palace was bathed in holy light.

Li Chen was performing a "baptism" on Flora in the most "intense" way, his devout appearance was comparable to that of an ascetic.

Cecilia and the other ladies stared in disbelief, feeling a mix of fear, envy, and, more than anything, anticipation—would they be next?

When Flora was limp and bathed in holy light, Cecilia finally learned her lesson.

She lowered her head, feigning modesty, occasionally stealing glances at Li Chen; her coy and inviting demeanor immediately caught Li Chen's attention.
Outside the palace, Butler Lina knelt in the corridor, the gold strands in her silver hair swaying gently as she wrote.

She was diligently recording in the "Words of the Guardian": "...The Guardian performed penitential baptisms for heretics for more than ten consecutive hours without interruption, without eating or resting. Such piety is truly moving."

Meanwhile, in the distant Papal Palace.

The Pope put down his quill, his brow furrowing slightly beneath his gold mask: "What did you say? My personal guards killed the Blood Demon Guild leader?"

The kneeling cardinal pressed his forehead to the ground: "Absolutely true, Your Majesty. The entire Eternal Day Empire is now praising the Royal Guard's achievements."

The Pope was very puzzled. My personal guards? I only have a few personal guards, and they are scattered in different places. Which one of them has the strength to kill the Blood Demon Guild leader? What's even stranger is that Mordred, who was able to escape from his grasp, was actually killed with a single sword strike?

The Pope's lips curled up slightly. "Interesting. Issue an order for this 'royal guard' to come to the Papal Palace immediately to receive his reward."

Just as the cardinal was about to leave, the Pope added, "Remember to bring Ludwig along too."

He knew very well that this most senior cardinal in the Vatican never lied.

(End of this chapter)