Life After Prison

Chapter 1854
Severin observed the crowd silently, noting that there were few level nine royal saints. Of course, there
was every possibility that some had deliberately concealed their attainment. As a result, Severin decided
it would be best not to underestimate anyone. As he scanned the surroundings, he suddenly sensed a
somewhat murderous gaze landing upon him. Being a level nine royal saint, Severin’s perception of the
external world was so acute that he immediately identified the source.
Not far from the Chorteaus waiting area stood a young man in a black robe. The young man was
surrounded by a group of people, and the onlookers gasped in awe when they recognized him.
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him.
“Isn’t that Thorold Gahrr? He’s an inner disciple of the Deifirm Sect! I didn’t expect to see him return for
the tournament!”
“Rumor has it that Thorold was born with the Thunderbolt Constitution! His ability to wield thunderbolt is
second to none”
“The Gahrrs seem to have put in their all to compete for a spot in the tournament!”
The chatter all around Severin led him to realize that the source of that murderous intent was Thorold.
“He’s pretty strong. Severin sized Thorold up right away. Thorold was considerably stronger than Rvein
from their previous encounter, but Severin was confident that he could defeat Thorold. Severin then
turned to Rourie and asked, “Have the Chorteaus contestants registered?”
Rourie replied in a seemingly confused manner, “Not yet.”

Wuhlricht then took the opportunity to step forward and declare, “Then we shall also compete for a place!”
Rourie was taken aback by that sudden statement. He looked at Wuhlricht in surprise because Wuhlricht’s
group–whom Severin always addressed as elders–had always been known for being level–headed and
low–key. It was out of character for them to behave that recklessly, especially when they should already
be aware that the participants had to be at least level eight saints.
Rourie pondered over the sudden statement and assumed it was a bit of banter that resulted from the
close relationship between Wuhlricht and Severin. “But you’ve just made a breakthrough to level one royal
saint! You’ll be putting your life at risk if=”
“Would this set your mind at ease?” Wuhlricht interrupted while producing a formidable wave of spiritual
energy.
Rourie, wide–eyed and momentarily stunned, sinuggled to comprehend how Wuhlricht could suddenly
become a level nine royal saint. When the realization finally dawned on him, he could only point at
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attainment! Rourie’s initial shock transformed into elation as he grasped the advantage Wuhlricht’s
participation would bring to the Chorteaus.
“Il put your name in at once!” Rourie exclaimed.
Felipe was all smiled as he chimed in, “And mine too!”
‘He’s a level nine royal saint too? Rourie could not believe his luck.
Samuel and the other three elders then expressed the same desire. “And us!”

Diane, Gilda, and the girls then said, “Hey, don’t forget about us too!”
“You’re...y–y–y–you’re all level nine royal saints?!” Rourie felt a slight tingling in his scalp when he saw their determination.
Except for eight–year–old Selene, all the others had expressed their fervent desire to join them. Their composed demeanor led
Roure to realize that all the people before him were level nine royal saints. His heart pounded at the thought of hosting 11 such
individuals at his home for nearly a month!
His expression became indescribably complex–it was equal parts excitement, anticipation, and
trepidation.