The Legendary Mage (Alavin)

Chapter 238

"Lord Alavin, what's wrong?" Grima called out to Alavin, worried he was overwhelmed.

"We must handle this on our own, without contacting Cobalt Strike," Alavin declared. Revealing their plans to Cobalt Strike would only result in them seizing the Immortal Edge. Then, the Grand Elder would unlock the Ancient Kingdom, claiming its treasures for himself.

No! Alavin wouldn't allow that old bastard to profit any further. His parents had sacrificed their lives for it and the Mallister family had endured suffering for it. It couldn't benefit someone else.

"Lord Alavin, Golden Scorch is formidable. Can we really handle this alone?" Copyright by Nôv/elDrama.Org.

"Summon Lucan and Godfred; I have a task for them." Alavin had a plan in mind. He would claim the Immortal Edge, destroy the Rocke family, and, in doing so, deal a blow to Cobalt Strike—a triple victory!

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Lawren and Felir had to face the harsh reality that Dainis and The Shadow seemed to have truly vanished without a trace. They were deeply troubled, unable to fathom what had transpired.

Last night, they stood watch upon the city walls, their vigilance serving to avert suspicion and craft an alibi should any doubts arise later. They had faith in Dainis' abilities, entrusting the task to her with confidence, yet how could she have vanished without trace or omen?

They could hardly believe that harm had befallen Dainis; with the element of surprise on their side, how could she have failed?

Felir sought out Alavin for a heart-to-heart, hoping to gauge his reaction, but Alavin paid him no heed, instead selecting four mighty Advanced Mages from the Mallister family's guard and the

merchant guard—two of Stage I, and two of Stage II—to join him in honing their Combat Magic skills.

Lawren's unease grew by the hour. He sensed something amiss and dared not act rashly.

Had Alavin discovered their plot? Was Dainis truly met with misfortune? If so, it was likely that Alavin had already sent word to the Cobalt Strike in secret.

The more Lawren pondered, the more restless he became. He had been confident in his ability to manipulate the Mallister family and uncover the secrets of the ancient sword. Yet, unexpected complications had arisen, and the situation had become increasingly tangled and perilous. It was only now that he felt the absurdity of having walked into a trap of his own making. If he had not been so self-assured in coming to Stormcast to curry favor, if he had chosen a different method to abduct Helna and the others, none of this would have happened.

He was itching to grab Alavin by the collar and demand to know where his daughter had gone, but with Daman holding fast in the city stronghold, Lawren dared not make a move.

Two days later.

Lawren approached Alavin. "I must leave for a few days. There are matters in the Golden Scorch that require my attention."

This time, he didn't bother with pretenses. The youth before him was not as naive and simple as he'd thought, but mature, composed, and sharp. Regrettably, he had failed to notice these traits earlier.

"Attend to your affairs. I believe the mercenaries outside won't dare make a move for the time being."

"I shall leave a contingent of troops behind for you."

"Thank you. By the way, where is Dainis? I seem not to have seen her for a few days," Alavin asked deliberately.

"She's unwell, resting. She'll recover in time."

Lawren left behind spies to monitor the stronghold and continued the search for Dainis. He and Felir, along with five hundred of their elite guards, hurriedly departed from Stormcast.

On the very night they left Stormcast, Lucan, accompanied by Godfred and Grima, slipped into the Golden Scorch and infiltrated the city stronghold under the cover of darkness.

Alavin had tasked them with a simple mission—to seize the Immortal Edge!