The world was vast, and Charles Stan could count the Saint Realm experts he knew on his fingers. He truly could not guess Li Chen's identity, but one thing was certain: even among Saint Realm experts, Li Chen belonged to the very best.
An "absurd" thought suddenly surfaced in Charles Stan's mind: If I brought him into my camp, wouldn't dealing with the Pope be as easy as taking something already in my grasp?
Luckily, he did not say it aloud, or Li Chen would have walked right up and slapped him.
This again? I've already been treated like this in two countries.
If I don't show you a little of what I can do, will you really take me for some lackey?
I meant to get along with you as an ordinary merchant, but all I get in return are recruitment offers. Don't force me to lay my cards on the table.
Before Charles Stan could pull himself out of his thoughts, Dill had already struggled out of the mud on the riverbank. After spitting out several mouthfuls of bloody sludge, he glared at Li Chen through gritted teeth.
He knew how strong his opponent was, too. After all, he had taken the beating himself.
He thought that since his identity was already exposed, if the hard approach would not work, he would try the soft one.
Thus, Dill said, "Venerable sir, I am a Red-robed Cardinal of the Eternal Day Empire. I have no intention of making an enemy of you. My target is the man beside you. If you leave immediately, I will consider it a favor, and you may come find me at the Holy See in the future. Otherwise, you will be branded a heretic by the Holy See."
Once the Holy See branded someone