The Legendary Mage (Alavin) novel Chapter 302

Alavin nodded, taking it all in.

"Oh, and the seals there are still very strong to this day, only permitting those below Advanced MageStage V to enter."

"How strong are the Magi-Monsters inside?"

"They're as strong as they come, which is why it's so dangerous. So, what do you think? Are you interested? I've heard there are plenty of fun things to do there," Eyla said, eyeing Alavin.

"Interested, sure, but I might not have the time," Alavin replied. He had too many issues to resolve, and he knew the Blessed Citadel would not invite him without ulterior motives. Going there might mean not being able to return at all.

"Let's see how things go. If I'm free by then, I'll join you."

"Won't the Blessed Citadel seek retribution?" Lucan was only worried about the group that had left. Future concerns could wait; it was far too early to fret over them.

Eyla replied, "No need to worry, the Northlands are famously known as the savage lands within the Royal Realm. The Eight Orders are united against common foes. Unless the Blessed Citadel is ready for all-out war with the Northlands, they wouldn't dare to overstep."

Alavin picked up the golden seal left behind by the Citadel Elders, weighing it in his hand. "Aside from getting into the Luminous Sanctuary, what good is this thing?"

"It's quite useful."

"How so?"

Eyla winked. "In the Midlands, it's a symbol of status and authority. You could pretend to be one of the Blessed Citadel's own, and begin swindling meals, drinks, and even the hearts of women."

Alavin couldn't help but laugh and shake his head. After inspecting it for a moment, he tucked it into his pocket.

Carlys disapproved of the flirtatious tone between Alavin and Eyla. Such loose talk from that woman... What if Alavin picked up bad habits? Celesse, pure as driven snow, was the epitome of innocence.

"What about the prowess of the Citadel Protégés? Share your thoughts."

"They didn't disappoint. But Romarn, he was a surprise." Alavin could sense the refined skill of the Citadel Protégés in Combat Magic, which was expected. What surprised him was Romarn's fighting style, reminiscent of a wild gorilla, yet not just brute strength. His mysterious azure energy was both offensive and defensive, impressively formidable.

"He was chosen as Marak's personal guard, growing up alongside him, his talent is undoubtedly strong. He'll be a fierce warrior in the future."

As night fell, Godfred returned to report that the Blessed Citadel's troop had indeed entered the Cloudveil Woods. There were no signs of Lord Viperbane or other forces nearby, so they could rest easy.

"Helna? What brings you here?" Alavin was packing his bags in his room, ready to return to Cobalt Strike the next day.

"Are you leaving tomorrow?" Helna's complexion was much rosier. His wrinkles diminished, looking a decade younger—all thanks to the miraculous Waters of Life.

"Yes, there's a matter I need to attend to. I best settle sooner to ease my mind."