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 longter, 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 ced his book down and looked at them. “Is the tournament about to begin?”


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    “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.


    nking 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 schr. 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?”


    Rourie gestured toward the middle–aged man and exined, “Haha, you should direct that question to


    the mayor here, Mister Kiyu Gahrr. He is the one who requested to see you.”


    Severin directed his gaze to the middle–aged man that Rourie pointed at.


    He was Kiyu, the mayor of Nontwo City and a disciple of the Grandiuno Sect. Despite being only a level


    nine royal saint, Kiyu possessed the strength to defeat supreme saints. It had only been a month since


    Severin had arrived in Nontwo City, and he had yet to meet anyone from the mayor’s mansion. As a


    result, he could not help but wonder just why the mayor would want to meet him on the eve of the


    tournament.


    Severin gestured respectably toward Kiyu and asked, “Greetings, sir. May I know why you wanted to


    see


    me?”


    Kiyu could tell that Severin had some doubts over the sudden courtesy call, but he smiled heartily and


    reassured Severin. “Ie bearing good news, so please rest at easel”


    He continued, “Considering your recent victory against three of the Walpens‘ royal saints, both the


    Gahhrs allow you to advance directly and avoid having topete in the tournament.”


    Kiyu, as the mayor, seemed to have experienced a fair share of such situations in the past. Severin had


    demonstrated exceedingly strong abilities, so much so that the Lischalts from the south and the Gahhrs


    from the north were feeling a little unsettled after hearing the news. They thus decided to make a


    concession of two ces to Severin so he did not need to enter thepetition.


    Severin was taken aback by the proposal, in stark contrast to the others who seemed to have been told


    of the news for some time already.