The Legendary Mage (Alavin)

Chapter 228

"It is done!" Alavin nodded, equally thrilled. After three days and nights of relentless effort, without rest, Alavin had tapped into his extraordinary capacity for understanding, mastering the third form of the Grand Arcanum of the Blade and the first two segments of True Thunder. However, it was the insights from Shadowbringer that brought him immense joy. He now felt a power within him like a surging river.

From Novice Mage to Advanced Mage, it was a complete transformation!

Balder gave a hearty thumbs up—what a prodigy!

"Alavin, what's done?" Dainis still radiated her soft, delicate composure, her demeanor elegant and calm.

"Good news," Alavin smiled.

"Still a secret from me, is it?"

At that moment, Felir approached quickly, his expression grave. "Trouble has come."

"What's amiss?"

"A host of a thousand stands at the city gates, claiming to be the Mollen family's troops; they demand entry."

"The Mollen family? What's that?"

"The greatest merchant guild of the Northlands, The Thousand Treasures Commerce!"

"How did they get here?" Dainis exclaimed in surprise. The Mollen family was somewhat unfamiliar, but the Thousand Treasures Commerce was as well-known. In the lands of the Northlands, aside

from the Eight Orders and Five Lords, there were many important entities, such as the Warriors' Vale's family of Doramon, the Thousand Treasures Commerce, and the Amber Valley known for its assassination contracts, and even the Iron family, rumored to be transcendent of all factions!

The branches of the Thousand Treasures Commerce spread throughout the Northlands and even had close ties with organizations in other regions, including Cobalt Strike. It was said that even the Cobalt Strike Commander showed great courtesy to the chieftain of the Mollen family.

"The specifics are unclear, but father has already rushed to the city gates to negotiate."

"Let's go see what's happening." Dainis was puzzled. Could it be that the Mollen family had spotted a business opportunity in Stormcast's rebuilding? If they got involved, Golden Scorch would have a hard time refusing. After all, their status and power were on a completely different level.

Alavin and Balder exchanged glances and smiled subtly, following suit. As they left the city hall, when they were alone, Alavin whispered, "It might be the Rocke family who ruined my family."

Balder's eyes narrowed slightly, but his smile remained as he cheerfully followed Alavin out of the city hall.

Outside the city gates, a caravan of over three hundred wagons and a thousand people stretched out like a dragon across the wilderness. The flags of the Thousand Treasures Commerce and the Mollen family were held high at the front of the procession. They didn't have much of an escort, nor did they need one. The mere sight of the two flags was enough to deter many ill-intentioned brigands.

A man, three meters tall, stood at the very front of the group. Covered in black fur, with muscles coiling around his body like small serpents, he was a magnificent and exaggerated sight, resembling a fiery ape. His face was hideous and fierce, and he carried a shining golden cudgel that exuded an impressive aura of intimidation.

He was Daman, one of the three personal guards of the chieftain of the Mollen family. Known for his exaggerated size, fiery temper, and status within the Mollen family, he had a certain reputation in the Northlands.

Lawren stood on the battlements, his brow furrowed. Why had the Mollen family's caravan come here? Were they eyeing the opportunity for development in Stormcast? But why send Daman?

"Lord Lawren, open the gates! Why are they still closed?" Lucan approached briskly.

"Let's first find out what they want."

"They're a caravan. They're obviously here to set up shop."

Lawren shook his head. "You're oversimplifying it. Although the Mollen family is a merchant guild, over the years, they've cultivated many Mages and are no longer satisfied with just commercial development."

"You think they've come to take over Stormcast?"

"Quite possible."

Lucan asked deliberately, "How will you refuse them? Just keep them waiting outside the city without dealing with them? Aren't you afraid of angering them?"

Lawren thought for a moment. "In any case, we can't let them in."

Lucan sneered inwardly, "Lord Alavin has good relations with the Mollen family. Why not let him talk to them?" Content © provided by NôvelDrama.Org.

Lawren glanced at him skeptically. Boasting, are you? “I'll go down and talk with them myself, see what the situation is."