The Legendary Mage novel Chapter 116

Celesse and Hamund could only offer so much help; certainty was not guaranteed. Alavin had to think of another way.

The next day, Alavin received a delivery list and, carrying a stone urn, made his rounds, eventually finding Balder in the Arena of the ninth district.

This large, jovial man watched the impressive sparring in the Arena with a smile, taking special note of several young Protégés.

In his hands, he held a leather tome, neatly listing over three hundred names of Protégés he saw potential in. But Balder didn't just pick anyone—he followed a process. First, he made acquaintance in private, garnered favor, then observed silently, took notes, and, when the time was right, lent a helping hand.

Balder was not only selecting guardians for his family but also 'troops' for himself. Thus, he valued talent and potential, but even more so, character and determination. Typically, he'd observe for a couple of years before making a final decision. If suitable, he would vie for them wholeheartedly; if not, they would remain friends.

"Alavin?" Seeing Alavin, Balder greeted him warmly. "I've been meaning to speak with you; you participated in the hunting tournament."

Passing by Balider, Alavin suggested, "Could we talk somewhere?"

"Of course, of course." Balder had been eager to discuss matters with Alavin, who had defeated Galos at the Arena and survived the hunting tournament. Alavin's soaring momentum, like a hawk taking flight, had piqued his interest even more.

Alavin, with his urn, left the Arena, heading to a grove at the foot of the mountain.

Balder strolled in with a hearty chuckle, his loyal followers wisely staying outside to keep watch.

"So you've been wandering every Arena, hunting for targets? Are you not afraid that Cobalt Strike will come knocking?" Alavin put down his stone urn, eyeing the approaching Balder.

"Far from it, I'm a man who enjoys making friends," Balder squinted and grinned, his features nearly disappearing into his jovial expression.