Life After Prison by Silencieux novel 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.

"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!"

'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 Rourie 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.