The Legendary Mage (Alavin)

Chapter 234

"Who sent you?" Helna asked, unflustered.

"You'll know soon enough." The man's right hand clenched in the air, and the stone wall's energy rippled intensely, enveloping Helna.

But at that moment, the wardrobe burst open, and Grima, with a fierce look in her eyes, charged out, her golden spear streaking like thunder, aiming for the man.

The man's expression shifted, and the energy retracted around him as he merged with the stone floor, escaping in a blink.

Grima, putting her full might into the charge, spun around. Her spear slammed into the ground with a heavy thud, its tip piercing the stone. A terrifying force surged into the earth, and as Grima turned, she wrenched the spear out, causing the room's floor to explode into rubble.

The man spat blood, forcibly pulling away from the floor, retreating hastily. "Vanish! Escape!"

But, he was not faster than Grima's golden spear. With a muffled thud, the spear's glow pierced his chest before the spear itself arrived. Blood sprayed as he was struck back violently, the spear following through, embedding itself in his chest and pinning him against the wall.

"Argh!" The man spat blood again, his body rippling as he tried to merge into the wall to flee.

Grima twisted her spear, and a burst of golden light exploded inside the man, like countless golden threads tearing through his organs, killing him instantly. NôvelDrama.Org owns all © content.

His eyes widened with shock. The man's energy gradually subsided, and he slumped to his knees, his head drooping.

"Why did you kill him? We hadn't interrogated him yet," Helna approached.

"I know him! He’s the Rocke family's secret assassin—The Shadow!" Grima's brows were furrowed as she slowly withdrew her golden spear.

"Can it truly be the Rocke family?!" Helna fumed with rage.

"Lord Alavin guessed correctly," Grima said, eyes nearly ablaze as she looked at the corpse on the ground.

Outside the city, in the wilderness, the mercenaries were actually members of the Golden Scorch, cleverly disguised. They had indeed attacked last night, but today's mission was merely a feint to distract the enemy. The ancient city's defenses were strong tonight. They couldn’t launch a direct assault. As dawn approached, they began to retreat one by one.

The garrison within the old city breathed a sigh of relief. That was close. It seemed they had held their ground. The townspeople also exhaled, relieved after a night filled with fear.

Everyone relaxed, except for Dainis, who was anxious. The assassin she had sent out had vanished. Could there have been an accident? But she had been keeping a close watch on Daman, and aside from him, there were no particularly strong figures in the city's leadership.

Dainis, fretting over the wait, knew that if The Shadow had truly met with misfortune, it meant that the Rocke family might’ve been exposed. She arrived at the edge of the district where the Mallister family lived before the sky fully brightened, standing quietly in the woods to observe. It was very quiet, with no sign of activity.

"What are you looking at?" A voice suddenly emerged from the shadows nearby.

Dainis focused her gaze and, with the help of the dim light, barely made out the approaching figure. "Alavin? What are you doing here?"

Alavin approached Dainis with a smile. "I might ask you the same."

"I enjoy rising early for a stroll," Dainis replied with a light chuckle, her demeanor gentle and tranquil, her beauty poised and graceful.

"I couldn't sleep, so I came out for a walk myself."

"Something on your mind?" Dainis didn't step back; instead, she met Alavin's gaze head-on, a glint of light flashing deep in her eyes as she subtly cast her soul-sapping spell.

"Don't bother. It won't work on me," Alavin said, shaking his head with a smile.

"What?"

"Your soul-sapping spell—it doesn't..." Alavin suddenly lashed out with a punch, striking Dainis hard in the abdomen with force akin to a heavy hammer blow. Dainis, taken by surprise, doubled over and staggered back. Alavin quickly followed, seizing her by the neck as she bent forward and lifted her face to his. His words were as cold as ice. "Affect me!"