The Legendary Mage (Alavin) novel Chapter 152

"Balder, remember, you too are one of Cobalt Strike."

"My task is done." Balder's smile was radiant. Over the years, he had made deals with countless Protégés from Cobalt Strike, all with great potential. His only regret was not finding one with extraordinary talent. Now, with Alavin's rise to fame, his mission was fulfilled. He had just decided to invest heavily in Alavin's future, confident that his family would support Alavin after his performance in The Clash of Eight Orders.

"If you wish to leave, go now," Adirich said, thinking quickly.

"Get out. With me here, you won't lay a finger on Alavin."

"It's you who harbors ill intentions," Adirich stepped closer to Alavin.

"Stop! What are you doing?"

"I'm here to protect Alavin," Adirich tightened his grip on the dagger.

"Don't be a fool. Step back," Balder interposed himself between Adirich and Alavin.

"Looking for a fight?" Adirich's right hand quivered as he drew his blade, lunging at Balder. If a fight erupted, chaos would follow, and in the chaos, there'd be a chance to 'accidentally' wound Alavin, and then pin the blame on Balder. If he didn’t admit it? That wouldn’t matter, with Alavin dead, there'd be no witness to the truth.

"How dare you!" Balder was taken aback that Adirich would attempt assassination so brazenly.

Boom!! Suddenly, the door burst open, and an overpowering scent of blood charged into the room.

Who was it? Both men were startled.

Cedrick, covered in blood, entered the room, wielding a black battle blade. His eyes were filled with a terrifying, murderous intent as he glared at Adirich.

Why was he back? Adirich's heart tightened. "Cedrick, you've come at the right time, this fat oaf was about to..."