In the courtyard, Rourie directed his servants toe with him and deliver the carefully wrapped gift


    boxes to Severin’s room. Severin was resting on a rocking chair while Rourie informed, “These are two


    ninth–grade spiritual weapons and pills from the Walpens. Those others are from the Roaldes and the


    Jentzes…


    Severin nodded upon hearing that. “You can just ce them here.”


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    Severin was given a first–hand experience of the implications surrounding the sudden fame. Though he


    had only secured first ce and had yet to achieve the level of a supreme saint, numerous people


    were already eagerly offering gifts to him in an attempt to win his favor. The ninth–grade spintual


    weapons and fifth–grade high–rank pills from the Walpens would be coveted by many a level nine royal


    saint.


    Each gift was significant, and even Diane and Wuhlricht felt a twinge of envy. They were both level nine


    royal saints, yet the weapons they wielded were merely eighth–grade spiritual weapons!


    After setting down the items, Rourie grinned sheepishly and exined. “Umm.. To express gratitude for


    Elder Severin’s contributions, I have personally decided to contribute two millennium–old pills, two


    ninth-


    grade spiritual weapons, and ten thousand spiritual stones from the Chorteaus‘ coffers!”


    Rounie’s thoughtful gesture was a testament to hismendable character, social acumen, and


    leadership skills as the head of the Chorteaus. Although the value of his gifts might not match those


    from


    more prominent families, they symbolized the Chorteaus‘ support. Though Severin did not need any of


    those items, he could always allocate them to his family and Wuhlricht’s group.


    “I appreciate your sincerity,” Severin said with a smile.


    Rourie was very much pleased with Severin’s response and excused himself respectfully as he stated,


    “Til


    take my leave now. I shall have to entertain the quests.”


    Once Rourie left, Wuhlricht smiled at Severin and remarked, “You’ve made a name for yourself in


    Nontwo City. I can’t imagine how many people are interested in cozying up to you. Look at the gifts


    they presented. They range from millennium–old pills to ninth–grade spiritual weapons. I got second


    ce in the tournament, but no one seemed to have given me anything!”


    Gilda rolled her eyes at Wuhlricht and retorted, “Enough with the teasing. Dad. He’s so strong that all of


    these are practically useless to him. He’s going to let us have them anyway.”


    Gilda’s observation was urate. Severin indeed regarded these seemingly redundant items with


    disdain. He had no need for fifth–grade high–rank pills, as he was currently refining a sixth–grade pill


    recipe that allowed for one to concentrate one’s spirit. Once sessful, he would ascend to the ranks


    of a sixth- grade alchemist, and fifth–grade pills would no longer Interest him. Moreover, Severin


    already had a ninth-


    failed to capture his interest, given his possession of three Sun–gradebat techniques.


    Severin waved his hand and extracted the pills from over a dozen gift boxes before distributing the rest


    to Diane and the others. The gifts had been rather generous too, for there was a total of ten ninth–


    grade spiritual weapons and several Sun–gradebat techniques.


    Addressing Wuhlricht, the Great Elder, and the others, Severin said with a smile, “I don’t need any of


    these, so you’re all free to choose whichever ones you like.”


    The array of pills, spiritual weapons, andbat techniques in front of them elicited a wide grin from


    Wuhlricht. “Don’t mind if we do then!”