The Legendary Mage novel Chapter 289

"Alavin, long time no see." Marak let out a laugh, but his smile and complexion were cold. He could never forget the humiliation at the Springs of Serenity, nor could he forget the beating he received from Alavin. He had also been sternly reprimanded by his father and confined for two months. Seeing Alavin again today reignited the murderous intent in his heart.

Alavin looked at him for a moment, then let out a faint laugh. "Ah, Lord Marak, still among the living?"

"Don't get so cocky! You're standing before someone from the Capital’s Blessed Citadel!" Marak lifted his chin slightly.

Alavin glanced coldly at him for a moment before bowing in greeting to the Blessed Citadel party. "Lord of Stormcast, Alavin, welcomes you all."

"Alavin, Shadowlord's Messenger," a youth revealed his striking face as he pushed back his cloak, his thin lips curling into a hint of a smile. "A pleasure indeed."

"I've heard about your splendid fight at The Clash of Eight Orders. People in the Capital are talking about you."

"You flatter me. The Clash of Eight Orders was a thrill from start to finish."

"You're now an Advanced Mage?" The Citadel Protégés could sense Alavin's aura.

Alavin nodded without further explanation.

"We are headed to Watchful Shore to investigate Atlantis. We hope to rest at your estate on our way. Would that be alright?"

"An honor for Stormcast, please!" Alavin gestured welcomingly.

"We appreciate your hospitality." The Blessed Citadel party, riding majestic lions, crossed the drawbridge into the ancient city.

Marak gave Alavin a meaningful, cold smirk as he passed by with his head held high.

"Lord Alavin, I have a bad feeling about this. Ill-intentioned visitors, I fear," Godfred warned in a low voice.

"Keep an eye on our people. Without my command, no one moves," Alavin instructed as he followed the party into the city.

The bustling streets were lively with people who had just finished breakfast and were taking their tools to various parts of the city for construction, a primary task of the town. The sight of such a procession entering the city caused surprise among the citizens, who stopped and curiously gazed at them, whispering to each other.