Life After Prison by Silencieux
Chapter 1827

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Chapter 1827

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Zined watched as Dlea left. Her cold words still echoed in his ears, and he flew from the center of the

lake with the fishing rod in hand. Since he had been living with the Walpens over the years, he could not be considered an official part of the Chorteaus. However, he had been covertly assisting the Chorteaus for many years, and that support was what enabled his son to adopt the Chorteau surname and reside

within the Chorteaus.

Zined did not expect that his training inside the Walpens secret realm would give other people an opportunity to harm Endric. The perpetrator went even further and destroyed both his attainment and his energy core. Those actions suggested that the person viewed Zined with little respect.

With that in mind, his wrath was fueled to the extreme, and he ascended into the air with a murderous expression. After leaving the Walpens, he swiftly made his way to the Chorteaus

It did not take long for Zined to arrive. The first thing he saw was Endric being carried out on a stretcher. Endric's miserable state filled Zined with unbridled anger.

Though unable to move, Endric exclaimed with joy when he saw Zined's arrival. "Dad! You're finally here!" Zined inspected Endric's injuries and saw red. To his shock, there was not a trace of attainment

remaining within Endric's body. His expression grew increasingly grim. He took out two healing pills from his robe and fed them to Endric in the hopes that the injury might not worsen. He then motioned with his

hand and lifted the stretcher via an invisible force.

"I'm bringing you to meet Rourie. I want him to explain why he allowed this to happen! Whatever the reasons, I will make sure he pays the price!" As the healing pills began to restore Endric's body, he could not help but recall the day he was injured by Severin. He had witnessed Severin's overwhelming strength as a level nine royal saint, and he knew that Severin's power far surpassed Zined's. An immediate confrontation would only result in death for both of them.

Worry crept into his expression as he asked, "Is it just the two of us? Severin is a level nine royal saint..." Upon seeing Endric's apprehensiveness, Zined replied with an ominous glint, "Your mother has asked your

grandfather to drop by too. Severin won't have anywhere to run now." He carried Endric on the stretcher and soared right over the Chorteaus' gates. Once he was in, he marched directly toward the main hall. Meanwhile, Severin had been in seclusion inside a quiet room somewhere in the Chorteaus' estate. The place was enshrouded in protective formations. As he opened his eyes slowly, a pair of blazing bright lights appeared instantly in his pupils. It appeared as though there were two radiant suns within Severin's eyes, capable of cutting through the airl

"This technique truly lives up to its name! All I needed was a bit of practice. My eyes are now as sharp as

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royal saint would be unable to withstand a blow from me!"