The Legendary Mage (Alavin)
Chapter 152

"Balder, remember, you too are one of Cobalt Strike."

"My task is done." Balder's smile was radiant. Over the years, he had made deals with countless Protégés from Cobalt Strike, all with great potential. His only regret was not replaceing one with extraordinary talent. Now, with Alavin's rise to fame, his mission was fulfilled. He had just decided to invest heavily in Alavin's future, confident that his family would support Alavin after his performance in The Clash of Eight Orders.

"If you wish to leave, go now," Adirich said, thinking quickly.

"Get out. With me here, you won't lay a finger on Alavin."

"It's you who harbors ill intentions," Adirich stepped closer to Alavin.

"Stop! What are you doing?"

"I'm here to protect Alavin," Adirich tightened his grip on the dagger.

"Don't be a fool. Step back," Balder interposed himself between Adirich and Alavin.

"Looking for a fight?" Adirich's right hand quivered as he drew his blade, lunging at Balder. If a fight erupted, chaos would follow, and in the chaos, there'd be a chance to 'accidentally' wound Alavin, and then pin the blame on Balder. If he didn't admit it? That wouldn't matter, with Alavin dead, there'd be no witness to the truth.

"How dare you!" Balder was taken aback that Adirich would attempt assassination so brazenly.

Boom!! Suddenly, the door burst open, and an overpowering scent of blood charged into the room.

Who was it? Both men were startled.

Cedrick, covered in blood, entered the room, wielding a black battle blade. His eyes were filled with a terrifying, murderous intent as he glared at Adirich.

Why was he back? Adirich's heart tightened. "Cedrick, you've come at the right time, this fat oaf was about to..."

"Get out!!" Cedrick had just come from the training grounds. His body was covered in blood and emanating a fearsome aura.

"You..."

"Out!!" Cedrick barked again.

Adirich grimaced, and he gritted his teeth. He slowly sheathed his dagger.

"Now!!"

"Hmph." Adirich snorted and strode away.

But as he passed by Cedrick, the black blade flickered coldly and swung towards Adirich's head.

Adirich's soul nearly fled. He dodged in terror, but the black blade still struck his back, leaving a deep gash from his neck down to his lower back. He screamed, collapsing onto the table, both shocked and furious. "Cedrick, have you gone mad!"

Clang!! The black blade flew from Cedrick's grasp, its energy resonating through the air, flipping end over end, and plummeting towards Adirich.

Adirich scrambled and rolled, rushing out of the room, only to be struck again by the black blade on his back. The powerful force blasted him more than ten meters out, and he was screaming as he tumbled out of the courtyard, leaving a trail of fresh blood.

Myke, startled, drew his sword and rushed from his room, just in time to see the black blade strike down again, aiming for Adirich's head. "No!" Adirich shrieked in terror, his body chilled to the bone.

The black blade halted at the last moment, pressing against his right eyeball. Its sharp edge seemed ready to pierce through his skull. Adirich propped himself up on his hands, not daring to move, as beads of sweat were hanging from his forehead.

Cedrick stood outside the door, his murderous aura palpable, controlling the black blade from a distance.

Myke, frowning, cautioned, "Cedrick, we're all fellow Protégés here. Calm down. He may be despicable, but it's not worth killing him in Warriors' Vale."

"Cedrick, come on... I didn't do anything..." Adirich pleaded tremulously. His eyes were fixed on the black blade inches from his face, sensing death closer than ever before.