The Legendary Mage (Alavin) novel Chapter 181

Three days hence, the Starlit Echoes, the Skyborne Rivers, and the Hidden Essence – three teams from various Orders – departed from Warriors' Vale. The other Orders also began their preparations. Aside from the Stellar Precepts, Bloodlore, and the Earthbound Spirits, the rest of the Orders planned to leave discreetly, concealing their tracks and secretly returning to their strongholds.

This was because a loudmouth prisoner in the dungeons, Marak, was spreading rumors that Lord Viperbane's forces were lurking near Warriors' Vale, ready to teach the Eight Orders a harsh lesson. True or not, caution was the order of the day.

"Alavin, I'll be heading to Cloudveil Woods in a while. Will you entertain me?" Eyla approached Alavin's cottage once more, standing just beyond the fence.

"If I'm still among the living by then, I'll treat you to some wild meat," Alavin replied, causing Adirich, Nikulas, and the others in the neighboring yards to fall silent. What a thing to say. It was as if Cobalt Strike had a vendetta against him.

"Alavin, mind your manners," an Elder chided as he passed by, frowning at the exchange.

Eyla looked at Alavin with a playful smile and batted her eyelashes. "If you die, I'll die of a broken heart."

Alavin gave a thumbs up – she was fierce.

Eyla leaned on the lush green fence, gazing at Alavin with a laugh. "Have you made up your mind?"

"About what?"

"About coming with me to Bloodlore. Grandfather would take you as his Elite Protégé, and I'd have you as my dear consort, complete with a gift of six maidens." Eyla gave Alavin a sidelong glance. Her allure was undeniable. Any ordinary man might have been swayed by her charms.

The Cobalt Strike Protégés in the surrounding yards were astounded. An offer to be a Commander's Elite Protégé? Eyla's consort? Bloodlore was offering Alavin such astonishing terms!

Wait, her consort? Had Eyla fallen for Alavin?

Their gazes turned odd, thinking back on Eyla's ferocity in the grand melee. These two madcaps were indeed a perfect match!

Mariela was in her room, taken aback by the news. She couldn't help but peer outside.

"I'm not interested in being an Elite Protégé."

"What about me?" Eyla shifted slightly, showing Alavin her perfect, sensuous figure through the gaps in the fence. Her body, sculpted to golden proportions, was enough to make many women feel inadequate and turn many a man's soul upside down. That slender waist, it was so tender and soft.

Alavin didn't even glance her way. "You're still young; after a couple more years, we'll see."