The Legendary Mage (Alavin)

Chapter 180

"What?" Original content from NôvelDrama.Org.

"My friend in the Organization. I'll introduce you to her and help bring you together. How about that?" Lylian's eyes twinkled.

"You're selling out your friend just like that?"

"Don't put it so crudely. I'm just the matchmaker; the rest is up to you."

"And if it doesn't work out, wouldn't I be at a loss?"

"Believe in yourself. You actually have some merits. You may not be the best looking, but you've got a strong build. You might not be likable, but you're talented. You might have a dark heart, but you're tough. You might be violent, but you can protect when it counts. You're... well, you have your good points. I think my mentor sister will like your type. To use her words from the tournament, you are 'A true warrior!'"

"Are you complimenting me?" Alavin was at a loss for words.

Balder and Cedrick shook their heads; the girl sure was bold. Teasing her, Balder said, "Miss Lylian, what about me? Could you introduce me to a friend , too?"

"You? No way. My friend s are delicate flowers; you might crush them."

Alavin couldn't hold back his laughter.

Balder scratched his head awkwardly. He was indeed heavyset, but not that heavy.

"Come on, tell me your secret first," Lylian pressed, genuinely curious. If she could get her hands on it, it would be like possessing a life-saving skill.

"Go back to where you came from. I'm not telling."

"Come on, how about I introduce you to a couple of friends? Three if you're lucky."

At that moment, a bevy of beautiful maidens arrived in the corridor, fluttering like a group of enchanting songbirds. They soon found Lylian in Alavin's chambers. "What are you doing here? We've been looking for you."

They were draped in bathrobes that hugged their curves. Their lithe bodies and slender arms were hinted at beneath the fabric, exuding a misty allure. They must have just emerged from the hot springs because their skin was dewy and radiant, setting hearts racing.

Alavin and his companions were overwhelmed; these women were so bold, simply waltzing right in without any sense of modesty.

"I've come to discuss some matters with Alavin." Lylian winked at him, gesturing subtly toward the outermost woman among her sisters – a striking beauty towering at least six feet tall with legs that embodied perfection. Her serene demeanor and exquisite features were complemented by the glimpse of her skin through her bathrobe. She was the kind of beauty one could never forget. She was none other than the Advanced Mage Protégé of the Floral Enchantress, Aymee, the leader of their delegation.

Alavin was speechless, hastily gesturing for her to leave.

"Think it over, I'll be waiting for you at the city hall. It's a rare opportunity; don't waste it," Lylian nudged her sisters as they left.

"Lord Alavin, do visit the Floral Enchantress when you're free," the girls called out cheerily.

Balder sipped his wine and chuckled. "I see you're quite popular with the ladies. Ever thought about winning a few over?"

"Not interested."

Alavin soaked in the medicinal spring, continuing to enjoy its nourishment while quietly practicing Restoration Mantra. He drew Restoration Aether from the fragrant Seraphic Springs, directing it into their room.

The incident with Marak caused a stir, significant enough to alarm the eight Commanders.

Every Clash of Eight Orders was under the watchful eye of the Five Lords; it was a fact that couldn't be avoided. They just tried to keep things under control. As long as the Five Lords didn't overstep, they would turn a blind eye. Over the years, the five royal houses had mostly played by the rules, at most sending spies to observe in secret, careful not to provoke the Eight Orders. Never had a royal house dared to send someone of significance.

But this time, Lord Viperbane was audacious indeed, sending his son. Were there more powerful guardians lurking in the shadows?

Search!

At the command, all the mid-aged Protégés accompanying the Eight Orders dispersed into the night-covered Warriors' Vale. These seasoned Protégés were ruthless in their searches, not heeding the family of Doramon's pleas as they purged the city of those aligned with Lord Viperbane.

The Commanders of the Eight Orders gathered to deliberate Marak's fate. Killing him was out of the question, but so was letting him go. They even suspected Lord Viperbane might have more troops hidden along the way, ready to ambush an Organization's team. The possibility was real, as ambushes had happened before, so they had to be cautious.

As for Alavin, no one held him responsible, but the Elders of Cobalt Strike were displeased; he had brought them trouble once again.