The Legendary Mage (Alavin)

Chapter 169

All members of the Eight Orders had returned to the castle after the championship concluded. Although the matches had ended, the Commanders would remain for a few more days, allowing their Protégés to recover from their injuries before setting off on the long journey back to their respective Organizations. Traveling from Warriors' Vale to each Organization posed risks, and there was no rush to depart until they were well-rested.

The old lord was a gracious host, attending to the Eight Orders Commanders with great hospitality. Generous gifts were prepared, including special rewards for the Top 5 Protégés.

Some Protégés were healing, others were making friends at gatherings, and some wandered the ancient streets of the city.

Now that it was over, there was no need for further worry. After many tense days, it was time to relax.

Many of the city's young nobles eagerly extended invitations to the Protégés in hopes of making their acquaintance.

In his room, Alavin lay on his bed practicing the Restoration Mantra to heal his wounds when he suddenly detected an intoxicating fragrance. He felt a presence nearby. Opening his eyes, he was startled to see Eyla seated on his bed!

Her perfect silhouette, glowing and smooth skin, and shapely legs were clear in his sight.

Alavin nearly had a nosebleed; he felt his body heat up at the sight of this enchanting girl. "How did you get in here?"

"The window was open," Eyla said casually, her legs draped over the bed as she leaned back.

Speechless, Alavin wondered why she hadn't used the main door.

"The Clash of Eight Orders is officially over, and the top five are decided," Eyla said with a teasing smile. Up close, Alavin really was quite attractive.

"Who made it?"

"Darron, Orland, Jackar." Content held by NôvelDrama.Org.

"Who else?"

"Me, my good sir." Eyla kicked off her dainty shoes, revealing delicate feet as she playfully wiggled them.

"Lady Eyla, this is quite improper," Alavin said, shifting uncomfortably to the side.

Eyla giggled. “You’ve been pierced through, and you can still move?”

“It’s just a flesh wound, nothing serious.”

“Let’s discuss something.”

“Go ahead.”

“Tell me the secret of how you absorb the Restoration Aether."

"That's a personal secret."

"Come on, be a gentleman."

"Is this about being gentlemanly? We're hardly acquainted."

"We'll get to know each other in time. Feelings can be developed."

"Forget it."

"Are you not afraid I might use a charm spell on you?" Eyla tilted her head toward Alavin, exhaling a seductive scent.

"Aren't you afraid I might cast a hex of spite?"

"Haha, how could I bear to?" Eyla playfully lifted Alavin's chin.

"Tell me, Lady Eyla, what exactly do you want?" Alavin protested, shifting further away. If not for his serious injuries, he would have fled the room.

Creak! The door suddenly opened, and Mariela entered the room, holding a scroll of Combat Magic, a prize for the Top 5 Protégés from the Lord of the City. But the scene before her eyes was rather shocking!

"Lady Mariela, what brings you here?" Eyla nonchalantly swung her feet and glanced over without much concern.

"You guys carry on," Mariela said coldly, tossing the scroll onto the table and shutting the door behind her with a bang.

"Is there something between you two?" Eyla inquired.

"You're thinking too much. I was but a servant before coming here."

"That makes sense."

"What did she throw?"

"A reward for you, from the family of Doramon. True Thunder, a Master Combat Magic."

"Oh?" Alavin's eyes lit up. Master Combat Magic? "Hand it here."

"You're too injured; rest now and train later.”

“I’m not going to train.”

“Then what will you do?”

“I’ll hide it away. It’s a treasure and not safe just lying about.”

Eyla passed him the scroll, which he tucked away with satisfaction. It was a fine prize indeed.

Eyla couldn't help but smile. "Let me ask you seriously, would you consider joining Bloodlore?"