Life After Prison

Chapter 1819
The middle–aged man caught Rourie’s hint and came to realize that Severin was a level nine royal saint instead of just an
ordinary practitioner! Such a powerful figure would be treated with the utmost respect
by any of Nontwo City’s families.
Everyone was startled that Rourie would so generously double the number of pills given to Severin and
even offer a Sun–grade combat technique. However, the techniques were useless without a person to
learn them, and having a level nine royal saint in the Chorteaus‘ ranks would elevate the family’s standing dramatically in Nontwo
City. They could soon compete with first–tier families and share a substantial
portion of incoming profits.
Moreover, Southsky’s state’s sacred lake would be opened to the public the following month. Such an occasion occurred only
once every 20 years and would soon become the center of intense competition.
for all the families in Nontwo City.
Upon considering all those factors, the man apologize, “I apologize for my comments.”
Rourie, in a conciliatory tone, said, “Our third elder can be a bit rash and crude sometimes. Please don’t
take his words to heart.”
Severin smiled and chose not to dwell on it. The siblings had told him and his group about the
remuneration given to honorary elders, so Rourie had been exceedingly generous, as the middle–aged
man suggested.
The fifth–grade pills were of little interest to Severin because he was already a fifth–grade high–rank
alchemist. However, the offer of a Sun–grade combat technique had caught him by surprise. In all his

years of training, he had acquired only one Sun–grade technique which is the Rose Petal Rain. The magnitude of that offer
suggested that Rourie wanted something in exchange.
After pondering for a moment, Severin gently placed his teacup down and asked calmly, “I am thankful for your generosity, and I
would like to take this opportunity to inquire if there is anything you would like to
ask of me.”
Rourie chuckled when he realized that Severin had caught onto his intentions. “I assure you that the
Chorteaus harbor no ulterior motives. I simply have a favor to request.”
Rourie had come to that decision after some careful consideration the previous night. A level nine royal
saint, along with several other individuals suspected of being royal saints, were a group that could
challenge the Chorteaus in terms of strength. The rewards provided to an honorary elder would hardly
suffice, so he thought carefully and decided to make some sacrifices for the family’s sake.
It would undoubtedly be beneficial for them to reach a potential alliance with Severin, and he almed to reasons for Rourie’s
magnanimity.
Severin looked at Rourie and asked. “May I ask what favor that is?”
Rourie smiled and said, “My children must’ve told you all about the quota for the sacred lake that all of
Nontwa City will vie for.”
Wuhlricht nodded and said, “Yes.”
Rourie took a sip of hot tea before saying, “I offered the generous remuneration to Elder Severin in the hopes that we might be
able to strike a cooperation with each other. I would greatly appreciate your help
to secure us a quota in the sacred lake.”
Once Rourie broached the topic of the sacred lake, Severin merely put down his tea and stopped drinking.

The information he and his family received from the siblings had only touched the surface. They were
aware that a sum of spiritual stones had to be paid to the Grandiuno Sect for access to the sacred lake,
and it was in the sacred lake that the opportunity to make a breakthrough to warrior emperor existed.
However, the details of how one might obtain a quota remained a mystery to Severin and his group.