"Whether you're devout remains to be seen from your conduct." Li Chen shook his head slightly and strode toward a nearby chair.
Eager to prove his loyalty, Carlos shuffled forward on his knees and hurriedly wiped the chair several times with his sleeve before Li Chen reached it. Then he moved aside, smiling ingratiatingly. "Please have a seat, my lord!"
"Mm." No sooner had Li Chen sat in the freshly wiped chair than Carlos, still kneeling on the floor, picked up the teapot and hastily poured him half a cup of tea.
Only after doing all this did Carlos bow low and kneel off to one side, quietly awaiting Li Chen's judgment.
"Very devout indeed." Carlos's performance made Li Chen nod inwardly. He had to admit that the man truly had the makings of a dog.
"Thank you for your praise, my lord. Carlos is willing to give everything for the Holy See and for you!" Carlos kept his head lowered, hiding his expression. His voice trembled as he spoke, as though he were deeply moved.
For a heretic like him, declaring his devotion to the Holy See was actually more agonizing than being killed.
"Get out." Li Chen waved him away with a hint of impatience. Carlos was certainly obedient, but that could not erase the fact that he had spoiled Li Chen's fun.
"Thank you for your grace, my lord!" Carlos's face lit up with excitement, as though being told to get out were an immense favor. Before he had even finished speaking, he curled himself into a ball and rolled toward the door. At the end, he even remembered to close it for Li Chen.
For a moment, Isabella could hardly believe her eyes. Was this still the Carlos who had once stood tall between heaven and