The Legendary Mage (Alavin)
Chapter 131

The elders of various organizations received the message and began to inundate Cobalt Strike Elders with queries. "Is Alavin truly a servant? An apprentice just a year ago? What was Cobalt Strike thinking?" Elders like Marthew were both embarrassed and annoyed. They muddled through with vague answers and, upon return, gave Adirich and the others a severe reprimand. They had been gently reminded not to mention Alavin's servitude, but now, before the championship even started, rumors were already swirling. It must have been Adirich and those other lads spreading the word on purpose, to shame Alavin. Alavin, however, was nonchalant about the whole affair. The moment he stepped into the citadel of Warriors' Vale, he had no intention of hiding any longer. He was there to make a name for himself, after all. The more renowned he became, the greater the chance of winning freedom for his kin in the future.

"Is Alavin here? I am a Floral Enchantress' Protégé. We have arranged a feast at the Four Seas Tower in the inner city and wish to invite Alavin to attend."

"Is Roald around? I am a Stellar Precepts' Protégé. Would you care to join us for a gathering?"

"And who might Mariela be? Heh, I am a Hidden Essence's Protégé, Julris. Might I have the honor of your company for a stroll?"

That evening, Protégés from various organizations came to invite Alavin, Mariela, and others to their feasts.

Such banquets were common before a championship, a chance for people to meet, familiarize themselves with each other, and casually probe into each other's secrets.

The number of people coming to invite members of Cobalt Strike was unusually high today, driven mainly by a curiosity about Alavin, the stage VIII 'servant.'

Others invited Alavin too, but he declined them all with the excuse of 'still being confined.'

Deep into the night, when all was quiet, Alavin sat cross-legged in his chamber, circulating the Restoration Mantra and absorbing the Restoration Aether from the world around him.

The citadel of Warriors' Vale was a treasure trove, filled with vibrant energy and bursting with life, rivaling even that of Cobalt Strike. This was to Alavin's benefit, as his breaths drew in power, spreading wide to attract Restoration Aether to his presence.

The Restoration Aether circulated through his body, nourishing his spirit and tempering his physique. The surging vitality in each cell was pulsating a wondrous comfort.

Alavin reveled in the nourishment the Restoration Mantra provided, replaceing it indescribably refreshing each time.

Suddenly, his eyebrows twitched, and his gaze shifted toward the window. Moonlight, cool and clear as water, spilled through the window into the room. Zx

On the windowsill lay a fluffy little fox, delicate and youthful. Its fur was pure white without a hint of impurity, like a pristine snowball. Its eyes shone a vivid red, like two gleaming rubies, fixated on Alavin, and its small ears twitched with curiosity.

"A Magi-Monster?" Alavin could sense something extraordinary about the little fox as its eyes were brimming with intelligence.

The fox tilted its head, studying Alavin, and after a moment, it leaped from the sill into the room, cautiously approaching before lightly bounding onto his bed, circling around, and lifting its head to look at him. It was lively and adorable, showing no fear.

Alavin chuckled. This little creature was truly enchanting, a sight he never imagined could be so pleasing.

The fox touched him as if urging something. "What?" Alavin was puzzled. What did this little one want?

The fox exhaled a breath of white mist, pawing at the hem of his garment.

"This? Restoration Aether?" Alavin was surprised. The white breath from the little fox was rich and pure Restoration Aether. Had it been attracted by the Restoration Mantra?

The fox even seemed to smile!

Alavin was startled. Had it smiled? As beautiful as it was, it somehow felt odd.

The fox hopped onto Alavin's lap, replaceing a comfortable position to curl up and blissfully close its eyes.

Alavin continued to circulate the Restoration Mantra, and the Restoration Aether grew active once more, drawing in from the garden and swirling around his room.

The fox breathed evenly, smiling with eyes closed, seemingly enjoying the sensation greatly.

Alavin was both amused and curious; the little creature could sense the Restoration Aether. Whose little fox was this?

Was it raised within the keep, or did it belong to a Protégé from one of the Eight Orders?

Alavin reached out to touch it, replaceing its fur fluffy, soft, and warm. The little fox comfortably wriggled and deliberately rubbed against his fingertips. Hey, the little fox wasn't shy around strangers? Alavin tapped its moist nose, and the fox gave a grunt of discontent, casting him a glare full of spirit. Alavin stroked its soft fur, letting it nestle on his lap as he continued with the Restoration Mantra. It was too adorable and seemed harmless.

But before long, Alavin opened his eyes again and turned toward the window. There stood a young woman with a supple figure and alluring curves.

Alavin was startled and captivated. This woman... was truly stunning. Her attire was more than scant; it was as minimal as possible, with bare arms and abdomen. Her bosom was tightly wrapped in a sheer scarf, radiating seduction. Her lustrous black hair cascaded freely, her creamy skin was glowing, and her face looked exquisitely bewitching.