The Legendary Mage (Alavin) novel Chapter 193

A company of fifty riders mounted their Golden Horned Horses, and set off on their journey. Elder Connas rode at the forefront, leading the way to the Azure Mountain. The Protégés of the order, spread out in a broad fan formation, galloping at full speed through the dense forest trails.

Alavin deliberately lingered at the rear. His eyes were vigilant for dangers in the surrounding woods, as well as among the guardian Protégés themselves. He was certain that these fellows harbored ill intentions.

The pace of the group was swift, yet the atmosphere was tense. From start to finish, no one spoke, nor did anyone act out of turn. Adirich did not even look back at Alavin once.

From morning until evening, the company finally stopped to rest for the first time. Their Golden Horned Horses were fleet and spared them much exertion.

"We'll camp here for the night and set off early tomorrow. The road to Azure Mountain is long. There's no need to rush," Elder Connas declared, selecting a safe valley as their campsite for the night. He signaled the group to patrol in shifts, ensuring there were no dangers nearby.

Two Protégés went hunting nearby to prepare the evening meal.

"I'll have a look around," Alavin said, causing the dispersing Protégés to halt and turn their heads towards him. There was a flicker of wariness in their eyes.

"Mariela, do you fancy some fish? I'll catch a few for you," Alavin said, stretching his arms, pretending not to notice the odd behavior of the Protégés.

"Whatever you like," Mariela replied, her attention on surveying the valley.

"Ehem! Ehem!" Elder Connas cleared his throat and waved his hand, signaling. "Check the surroundings, and don't wander too far."

"Alavin, I'll join you," Adirich nodded to Elder Connas and quickly caught up with Alavin.

"Aren’t you afraid I'll split you with my sword?" Alavin laughed lightly.

Adirich's eyes twitched. "The Grand Elder decreed that from this day forward, all our grudges are to be annulled. The past is the past, and we could become friends in the future. At least let's not be enemies anymore. What do you say?"

"I was only jesting. Do I bear a grudge against you? It's just a minor disagreement," Alavin walked ahead.

"Right, we are all Protégés of Cobalt Strike. There's no deep-seated hatred here," Adirich said, following with a smile.

As night fell, fires lit up the valley, and the succulent wild game turned on spits over the flames. Their meaty aroma filled the air, and they were glistening with golden juices, incredibly tempting.

The Protégés gathered around the fire, turning the spits and engaging in sporadic conversation, finally lightening the mood.

Alavin and Mariela did not join the group but sat at the furthest part of the valley, roasting a large fish they had caught.