Life After Prison

After a while, Godfrey started to enter a breakthrough and became a level three royal saint.

As he stabilized himself, Godfrey was delighted and thrilled. “I see! No wonder I can’t even perform it after studying it for many years, I went about it the wrong way!”

After that, he was grateful to Severin. “Mister Severin, thank you for sharing your views. If not, I don’t think

We

will ever know we were looking at it the wrong way.

The other elders felt the same way too, and quickly bowed respectfully at Severin,

Severin was touched and waved his hand. “I’m flattered, but it’s just a small matter to me.”

else, but Rourie stopped them. “Alright. Take it easy. He’s a level nine royal saint. His attainment, knowledge, and experience are incomparable with us. If you guys act so formally, it’s going to make him feel uneasy.”

Severin treated his friends very well. It was a hell of a

nothing as he looked at the elders, who were extremely grateful to him. He knew for

would never politely and respectfully ask him about

and only kept it to himself. As

about the tournament. There was nearly half a month left until the date of the tournament. After destroying the Walpens, he made a name for himself in this city. Someone had listed him as the third strongest in

was a member of the Grandiuno Sect. perhaps an inner disciple. His power was not to be underestimated. Rumors had it that he once killed a spirit beast almost as powerful as

the Lischalts, Justin Lischalt. At the age of twenty, he had become a level nine royal saint.

about this ranking. He cured more about the quota