The Legendary Mage (Alavin)

Chapter 184

Yet, no matter how shocking or hard it was to accept, the fact was set in stone. Roald, Felis, Semar, and the others had all been defeated, and it was said they were beaten soundly.

Galos sat stunned in his room upon hearing the news.

Tyral was in a daze for a long time after receiving the news. He had been preparing to rally people to humiliate Alavin, but how could this have happened?

All those who had oppressed or scorned Alavin fell silent that day.

Alavin? Top five of the Eight Orders! Alavin was bestowed with the title of the Shadowlord's Messenger by the Eight Orders.

Alavin, once oppressed and ridiculed within the ranks of Cobalt Strike and scarcely regarded by anyone, had now crushed his rivals in the Clash of Eight Orders and seized a spot in the top five. This stark contrast made it difficult for anyone who knew Alavin to accept.

While the Organization was abuzz, the Commander himself announced that he would convene an Elder council on the main peak that very night, pardoning Alavin from his servitude and elevating him from Freshman Protégé to Golden Protégé!

Another bombshell!

Alavin was to become a Golden Protégé. This was a meteoric rise!

The Protégés were frantic to learn the details of the championship, and were all eager to know what had truly happened. However, Roald had gone into seclusion, Semar and the others refused all visitors, and even Alavin had locked his iron door tight. In the end, only Nikulas spoke to a few close friends about the general events, describing Alavin's astonishing performance. As for what legacy

Alavin had received, and how he came by such mysterious Combat Magic, no one pressed the matter further, nor was there any need to.

Now, Alavin was not just a Protégé of Cobalt Strike but also one of the formidable top five of the Eight Orders of the Northlands. What if Cobalt Strike were to cast him aside? The other organizations would open their arms wide in welcome.

...

The Grand Elder of Cobalt Strike entered the Commander's chamber. He was refined and handsome, with a clear complexion that made him appear only in his forties. "Commander, you wished to see me?"

"Have you heard about Alavin?" the Commander asked, his back turned.

"Just heard the news. Top 5 Protégé, a name that resounds through the Eight Orders, the young kid has done well." The Grand Elder offered a faint smile, his eyes deep and unfathomable.

"Alavin may have encountered a special fortune, but he doesn't speak of it, and we need not delve into it."

"Such is the will of destiny; the fortune finds its master. Let it be."

"I'm considering pardoning Alavin from his servitude, promoting him to Golden Protégé."

"He is worthy of the Golden Protégé title. I have no objections."

The Commander nodded. "Good that you understand. There's another matter I need to inform you about."

"Please, speak your mind, Commander."

"The Mallister family has toiled in the Azure Mountain for eight years. It's about time to... end it."

The Grand Elder's gaze sharpened slightly. "Have you decided? We still can't be certain whether his parents are dead or alive."

After a moment of silence, the Commander sighed lightly. "Both of us know, deep down, that they are gone."

"That, too, is a sin that must be atoned!" The smile vanished from the Grand Elder's face. He had no objections to promoting Alavin to Golden Protégé. With all the organizations' eyes on Alavin, Cobalt Strike would appear petty if they did nothing. But to pardon the Mallister family? Was it necessary?

The Commander persuaded, "The sin was not theirs. Let go of your insistence. Hear me out, release them."

The Grand Elder's expression darkened, and after a long pause, he asked in a low voice, "When?"

"Ask Alavin what he wishes. Whenever he's ready to return, he may." All rights © NôvelDrama.Org.

"If you've considered it thoroughly, I... have no objections." the Grand Elder took his leave.

"Let's not disturb him further; it's over," the Commander reminded.

Atop Botanic Haven, the Elder of Botanic Haven stood on the mountain peak. "Your talk of a safe transfer, are you referring to Alavin?"

Mariela stood respectfully by his side. "The Chained Spirit might be within him."

"Possibly? You still haven't confirmed it?” The Botanic Haven Elder’s tone was slightly harsh. Upon hearing the news of Alavin’s rise into the top five, he had thought of the Chained Spirit. It was not

possible for Alavin to suddenly gain such strength and then defeat the elites of the Eight Orders so handily. It must’ve been some opportunity he had seized. Looking across Cobalt Strike, what opportunity could have allowed Alavin to ascend so swiftly? Surely, it was the lost Chained Spirit.

"I began to truly suspect Alavin and was convinced he had made a deal with the Chained Spirit. But on the way back, I pondered and thought there might be something more to it."

"Speak!"

"The Chained Spirit might at best guide him, not grant him weapons. From whence did he get his ancient sword? Why would the Chained Spirit summon Alavin, unless there's some other secret about him?"