Life After Prison by Silencieux novel Chapter 1847

The following day, Severin emerged from his room with a refreshed look on his face and did a stretch. Upon reaching the yard, he engaged in some boxing to limber up his muscles after all the physical exertion from the previous night. Once the morning exercise was over, he drank the hot water that the Chorteaus' servants had given him and washed his face before having breakfast.

Not long later, Rainier and Frostia entered the yard. When they saw Severin reading leisurely on a rocking chair, Rainier approached him swiftly and greeted him respectfully. "Elder Severin, my father has requested to see you. He has something to discuss with you."

Severin placed his book down and looked at them. "Is the tournament about to begin?"

"Yes," Rainier nodded. "It's tomorrow."

"Time flies. I can't believe it's already been a month since we were invited into the Chorteaus."

Inside the hall, Rourie had an unemotive expression as he sat on the main seat with a cup of hot tea. Flanking him on the right were three or four elders. Their attainment was about that of level six royal saints, and they were waiting silently for someone. On Rourie's left sat an unfamiliar middle-aged man who dressed somewhat like that of a scholar. He exuded an aura of learned wisdom, and Severin deduced him to be a level nine royal saint from the mayor's mansion.

Severin settled into a chair upon entering the hall. After being served some hot tea, he turned to Rourie and asked, "What can I do for you today?"