The Legendary Mage (Alavin)

Chapter 242

“The problem is, I don't know what to do. At least give me some preparation,” Godfred lamented.

“Just ensure his safety. Follow his lead for everything else,” Lucan sighed, hoping Alavin was truly prepared.

Grima looked towards the closed room, “Trust him. Look at what he's done these past few days. It seems mad, but he's been preparing at every turn. Where others step once and look once, he steps once and looks thrice!”

Inside the room, Alavin packed his bags and reviewed their plans with the Chained Spirit.

This wasn't just about involving Cobalt Strike anymore; the king's court and other organizations could be drawn in. Any mishap, and he would bear the consequences. NôvelDrama.Org owns this text.

“Is there anything else you haven't told me?” Alavin pressed the Chained Spirit.

“All I know I've shared. The rest we’ll uncover with careful investigation at Watchful Shore. Back then, I only got partway before that old Cobalt Strike cur had me in his sights.”

“Are you sure your mind is clear?” Alavin asked suddenly.

“What do you mean?”

“Your soul is barely clinging on. Are your memories intact? Is there anything missing or overlooked?”

“Do you think I can't give you a piece of my mind?”

“Forget I asked.” Alavin shouldered his pack and was about to leave when Mariela suddenly entered.

Alavin, exasperated, “Can't you knock? What if I were bathing?”

“Where are you going?” Mariela eyed Alavin, dressed for travel, with a pack and two weapons crossed on his back, wrapped tightly in beast hide.

“Out hunting, to stretch my limbs.”

Mariela, her gaze clear and cold beneath her veil, said, “Do I look like a fool to you?”

Alavin couldn't help but laugh and cry at the same time. "I'm going out to deal with those blind mercenaries. It's my responsibility. Don't get involved."

Mariela looked at him coldly. "You've forgotten something."

"What's that?"

"I live next to you, and the walls are thin."

Alavin scratched his head. "Has my snoring disturbed your sleep?"

Mariela was close to smacking him. "You and your companions have slain Dainis, uncovering the murderer of old. Congratulations are in order, for Cobalt Strike has been hunting for eight years without success, and you've found the culprit upon your return."

"It wasn't me who found them; they came knocking on my door. Since you know so much, aren't you going back to report?"

"If you really wanted to report, you would have already sent word to Cobalt Strike, wouldn't you? Do I need to do it for you?"

"What exactly do you want? To watch over me? To use me?"

Mariela's face was impassive. "You beg for help with a smile, but grow impatient once you’ve received it? Alavin, do you feel like I am imposing on you?"

Alavin was at a loss for words, not knowing what to say.

"Where do you plan to go? Take me with you."

"Mariela, I know you bear me no ill will, and you've helped me a great deal. Otherwise, I wouldn't have let you live next door, right? I really am just going out for a walk."

"Can you promise?"

"I promise you, with both hands raised."

Bang! Godfred burst into the room with a smile, "My lord, we're ready, and I've found the map of Watchful Shore—Oh? Lady Mariela?"

Mariela stood there like an iceberg, emanating a cold aura. She stopped talking and just stared straight at Alavin.

Alavin's raised hands were awkwardly suspended, unsure whether to keep them up or down.

"Err... did I come too early?" Godfred carefully stepped back, grinning sheepishly as he gently closed the door.

"What's going on out here?" Lucan and Grima were close behind.

"Shh! Let's go, let's just go! The young couple's having a spat," Godfred whispered, waving his hand.

"Who?"

"Lord Alavin and Lady Mariela."

"Oh?" Lucan and Grima glanced deeply at the room. Had something sparked between them?