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Inside Li Chen's private castle, gilded candlesticks illuminated his contemplative face.

He reclined on a soft couch draped in ermine fur, considering what to do next.

After this battle to wipe out the Blood Demon Society, his fame would surely spread throughout the Eternal Day Empire. It was time to visit the Papal Palace and give the Pope a surprise.

"My lord!" Carlos scurried in with a shamelessly obsequious air and dropped to his knees with a thud. "Your subordinate has something to report."

Li Chen lazily raised his eyelids. "Speak."

"Quite a few of the rebels captured from the Blood Demon Society sincerely regret their actions." Carlos rubbed his hands, his face plastered with a fawning smile. "They're all begging you for a chance, my lord."

Li Chen frowned. Guiding the lost back to the right path was indeed customary for the Holy See, but the process was terribly tedious. He had no desire to waste his time on it.

Carlos watched his expression closely. Having served as Li Chen's lapdog for some time, he seemed to grasp what Li Chen was thinking and immediately added, "Especially the Society President's four wives. They're weeping like pear blossoms drenched in rain, insisting on confessing to the Personal Guard in person."

"Oh?" Li Chen immediately perked up, set down his wineglass, and rose. "Since they're so sincere, I'll take a look myself."

In the square outside the castle, dozens of "sinners" from the Blood Demon Society knelt in orderly rows.

Imposing knights of the Holy See stood around them, their silver armor gleaming in the sunlight.

Naturally, everyone who had made it here alive was willing to surrender.

As for the stubborn holdouts, Carlos, that "glorious Deacon of the Holy See," had already disposed of them all.

Li Chen stood with