The Legendary Mage (Alavin)

Chapter 177

"Alavin, please show mercy!" the onlookers cried out in alarm, hastily moving to intervene.

Alavin suddenly erupted with explosive force, leaving behind a shadowy afterimage as he charged headlong toward Marak.

Marak's complexion changed drastically as he attempted to dodge, but Alavin closed in on him in an instant, landing a fierce punch in Marak's belly.

Woah!! Marak's body arched as he was powerfully launched away. His body tumbled through the air like a leaf caught in a gale before crashing into a stone wall ten meters away, creating a web of dense cracks.

That punch was delivered with ruthless ferocity. Marak lay on the ground, curled up tightly. His body was tense, his mouth wide open, and he was drooling. His mind went blank except for the piercing agony.

"Lord Alavin, you must stop!" the guards forcefully positioned themselves in front of Alavin, sternly berating him.

Who would take responsibility if a life was lost?

"Alavin, enough is enough. What has Lord Marak ever done to you?" Vinos and the others rushed forward, anxious to shield Alavin, while the rest scrambled to help Marak up.

"Nothing." Alavin was still keen on delivering a couple more punches to Marak, but the guards had already surrounded him.

"Nothing? Then why did you attack him?"

"Because I wanted to!" Alavin glanced at Marak.

"You..."

"Alavin, screw you..." Marak forced out the bitter words through clenched teeth, having never been so humiliated; he couldn't even stand straight.

"Mutual feelings, I’m sure. If I don't finish you off, you'll do the same to me eventually. We both know it... let's take our time playing this game." Alavin sneered, then finally left the room.

Enosto, in charge of the guard duty today, hurried over and saw Alavin walking out. "What happened here?"

"I caught a spy for Lord Viperbane, seems he was gathering intelligence."

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"Don't know." Alavin shrugged.

He didn’t know? Inside, Vinos and the others twitched at the corners of their mouths. Was Alavin just shrugging off responsibility with a single phrase?

A guard came out, sweating profusely, and whispered, "Captain! It's Marak, Lord Viperbane's young son. Alavin beat him up."

"Marak? What's he doing here? Who let him in?" Enosto's heart skipped a beat; if the Eight Orders took this the wrong way, it would be hard to explain to the Lord of the City.

"Not sure, we've only just found out."

"Why did Alavin hit him?"

"Seems like... there's some bad blood..." The guards offered a wry smile and shook their heads; they were completely baffled. Alavin had started the fight without any apparent reason; the only

explanation was that there had been a previous conflict.

"Enosto! What are your guards here for? Watching our guests get beaten? Make yourselves useful! Your words are like farts!" Vinos and the others didn't dare yell at Alavin, so they vented all their anger on Enosto.

Enosto wasn't one to be trifled with. "Lord Vinos, you seem to have developed quite the taste for foul scents, eh?"

"You..." Vinos fumed with rage.

"Ha ha!" The noble bystanders outside laughed wildly, whistling carelessly, enjoying the commotion.

"Lord Marak, how did you get in here?" Enosto asked with a grim face. He was responsible for today's guard duty and would certainly be deeply involved in what had just happened. If the Eight Orders sought accountability, he would not escape blame.

“Obviously, I walked in!” Marak, his pallid face showing pain, could hardly stand. “Curse that Alavin, I will have my revenge!”

Vinos and the others were displeased. "What do you mean by that? Is there a sign at the Springs of Serenity forbidding Lord Marak from entering?"

"Escort Lord Marakback to the manor!" Enosto commanded, not daring to get involved further, leaving it to the manor to handle.

"At once!" The guards swarmed in.

"What are you doing!" Vinos and the others tried to intervene but were roughly pushed aside as two burly guards took hold of Marak, forcefully managing him.

"Let me go!" Marak raged as well.

"Lord Marak, please honor us with your presence at the manor." Enosto deliberately raised his voice, indicating it wasn't an arrest, but an invitation. He didn't want to give anyone a handle to cause more trouble for the city manor.