Chapter 1839

After Severin drank the tea, he was about to sit down to watch Wulricht and Felipe's game of chess. All of a sudden, a guy walked out of the crowd and said, "Mister Severin, do you mind if I ask you a question or two?" He was wearing a green robe. The hair on his temple had turned gray. He looked like he was in his fifties, but he had a muscular build. Vaguely, Severin remembered this guy. His name was Godfrey Chorteau, the Ninth Elder of the Chorteaus and a level two royal saint. Although Severin had not been in the Chorteaus for too long, his place had been the most lively in the compound ever since he killed three level nine royal saints. Over time, there would be elders visiting him. Gradually, he started to know some of those elders. Severin put down the cup and said, "I don't know if I can be of help to you, but ask away." Even though he had been busy learning the Gigantic Hand Crushed in his room, he was aware of what was happening on the outside. Not only did Rourie incre