The Legendary Mage (Alavin)

Chapter 225

Before nightfall, over two hundred thousand souls had all relocated to Stormcast, returning to their long-lost homes. That night, torches flickered to life throughout the ancient city, their small flames illuminating the ruins of their homeland. Though everything they once knew was gone, they were still alive, and with life, came hope.

Helna and their kin took up residence in the hastily arranged courtyard of the Lord's keep. Faced with the dilapidated grandeur, they were filled with countless emotions, and their smiles were tinged with the trails of tears.

The Rocke family bustled about warmly, keeping them company. Both Helna and Korb were moved, grasping at their hands and repeating their thanks. After years of suffering, the warmth and aid of others felt like a distant memory now returned.

"Lord Alavin, you called for me?" Lucan entered Alavin's chamber.

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"Mostly. The people of Golden Scorch have been a great help."

"How are Helna and the others holding up?"

"They're anything but calm. Their ties to the old city, to the Mallister family, run too deep."

Alavin stood by the window, observing the busy figures outside. “I may have found the culprit.”

“What culprit?”

“The one from eight years ago.”

“Who?!” Lucan’s eyes flashed with a sudden fierceness, stepping forward involuntarily.

“The Rocke family.”

“What have you discovered? We can’t suspect them just because they seem overly enthusiastic.”

“Trust me. You continue with your duties, and don’t draw attention. Assign Godfred and Grima tasks to safeguard Korb and Helna, but do it subtly.”

The questions Dainis had pressed with her soul-siphoning sorcery still echoed in Alavin’s mind. Why were they interested? Why did they keep mentioning the magical treasure? The most likely possibility was that they were the culprits of the tragedy that happened in the past.

Alavin had previously wondered why the culprits had vanished after obtaining the magical treasure, with Cobalt Strike searching in vain for so long. Now it dawned on him that it might’ve been the foolish Rocke family who had acquired the magical treasure but dared not use it, or didn't know how to.

Their inquiries were likely attempts to unearth more specific details from the past, to unlock the secrets of the magical treasure.

Survivors from the Mallister family were scarce, and even fewer might’ve known the secrets of that time. Besides Alavin, only Korb and Helna were in the know.

The Rocke family and Golden Scorch! Could it really be them?

A cold glint appeared in Alavin’s eyes, and a murderous intent began to stir within him.

“Lord Alavin, what should we do?” Lucan’s voice was low.

“Do nothing for now; just pretend to cooperate. But remember, Dainis is adept at soul-siphoning. Do not be alone with her, and avoid her gaze.”

“We do nothing? Isn’t that dangerous if it’s really them?”

“They wouldn’t dare overstep. The matter involves Cobalt Strike. Should they expose themselves with rash action, they’d face utter ruin. Why else do you think they play at being so affable?”

“Understood. I’ll make the arrangements.” Lucan departed, softly closing the door behind him. He turned to observe the Rocke family’s constant comings and goings within the keep, clenching his fists. After eight years of toil, they had just returned and already stumbled upon a clue. “The Rocke family, you've underestimated us, underestimated the Lord Alavin. By the heavens, justice has finally shown itself!”

Alavin remained silent for a long time, then let out a sigh. Whether it was the Rocke family or not, he'd soon have his confirmation.

He closed the window, laid out the Grand Arcanum of the Blade, the True Thunder, and arranged five pieces of Supermagical ore on the table. He was preparing to attempt a breakthrough to Advanced Mage.

Every past attempt had been made with exhaustive effort, always lacking either Combat Magic or power. This time, Alavin was fully prepared.

The Grand Arcanum of the Blade could be studied for its third form. True Thunder was a Master Combat Magic rewarded by The Clash of Eight Orders. With Shadowbringer also within him, perhaps another breakthrough could be researched. Plus, he also had Supermagical ore to aid him.

Alavin was confident in this breakthrough to Advanced Mage.

“Advanced Mage!” Alavin gripped the Dawnedge Blade and opened the Grand Arcanum of the Blade.

“Grand Arcanum of the Blade, the third form—Enigma of the Ether Cloud!”

The initially obscure words gradually became clear before his eyes, as if piercing through the fog to reveal a clear sky. Each word struck like a sword, piercing his eyes, and the sound of the sword rang like thunder, deafening to the ears.

Cobalt Strike.

Elder Connas, covered in blood and missing an arm, managed to flee back to Cobalt Strike. He encounteredpowerful Magi-Monsters along the way, and each encounter was a fierce battle. Hhe suspected someone had intentionally drawn the Magi-Monsters to him.

Elder Connas was in a dire state and dared not enter through the main gate. He sneaked in through a secluded corner of the Organization and made his way to the Sacred Territory, where the Grand Elder was in seclusion.

With his back to Connas, the Grand Elder's hair fell like a cascade, tied casually with a silken ribbon. He listened quietly to Connas' agonized tale.

Bearing his pain, Elder Connas gasped weakly, "Alavin must have found allies. I strongly suspect Bloodlore!"

"Reason?" the Grand Elder asked with a calm voice.