Life After Prison Chapter 1841-When they arrived at Nontwo City, Selene was a level six saint. As she was given plenty of alchemical pills from the Chorteaus, she was about to improve vehemently.

Nonetheless, Severin figured she would need at least half a month after the end of the tournament to become a royal saint. Yet, he was wrong.

Wulricht stood up and looked at the whirlpool with shock. He said, “Severin, Selene has definitely inherited your talent. Just how long it has been and she’s already becoming a royal saint!” Felipe smiled as he stroked his beard and said with jealousy. “An eight–year–old royal saint. The youngest royal saint that I know!” The Chorteaus did not expect to hear this mind–blowing news. They stood there looking baffled and shocked. Especially Rourie, who had prepared his congratulations speech.

Initially, he thought it was one of Severin’s wives. To find out that it was Severin’s daughter instead, hist jaw almost dropped to the floor. He had seen Severin’s daughter and knew Selene was just eight.

The elders continued to look shocked and had a hard time accepting it. Wulricht and the others found their reactions very amusing.

“An eight–year–old royal saint?!” “Mister Severin, are you sure it’s your daughter?” |

“Oh, my god! An eight–year–old has just become a royal saint? I was only a warrior king when I was eight.