The Legendary Mage (Alavin)
Chapter 170

"No," Alavin replied bluntly.

"And why not? Bloodlore is stronger than Cobalt Strike, and my grandfather would personally train you."

"I'm afraid you might devour me."

Eyla laughed sweetly. "I might indeed. Let's discuss something else. How about becoming my love?"

"What?"

"I've taken a liking to you."

"Stop joking around. We've only known each other for a few days. Actually, we're not even properly acquainted."

"That's why my feelings for you are even purer. Love is destined by fate."

"You're quite the optimist, but I believe in long-term commitment," Alavin said, then clammed up, wondering why he was even discussing this with her.

"Hey, don't you like women? I'm right here beside you. Don't you feel the urge to pounce?"

Alavin was at a loss with this woman, though he didn't really think she was flirting. "Stop bothering me. I need to return to Cobalt Strike, to Stormcast. Thank you for the invitation from Bloodlore, it's an honor, but I must decline."

"Are you flustered? I'm a woman, not a siren," Eyla said, her laughter even brighter.

"Can we change positions for this conversation? Maybe you in an armchair and me on the bed." Alavin was not accustomed to Eyla's forwardness.

"It's the first time I've taken interest in a man, and you lack romance," she said as she stood and slipped on her shoes.

"You're welcome to visit Stormcast someday, and I'll treat you with great honor."

"Do you wish to be independent?" Eyla detected something else in Alavin's words.

"You think too much."

"I truly am inviting you to Bloodlore. Think it over. I will wait for you," Eyla said as she settled into a wicker chair. She was like a dazzling flower, brightening the entire room with her presence. "You... won't leave?"

"The Restoration Aether in your room is abundant. I'm here to heal."

"Aren't you afraid of being misunderstood? I don't mind."

"I'm not afraid of misunderstandings; I'm afraid that people won't misunderstand."

Alavin fell silent, deciding to shut his mouth and not speak. His injuries were severe, and he needed to concentrate on healing.

Soon, Restoration Mantra formed an invisible vortex around him, drawing in the Restoration Aether from the world around him, continuously flowing into the room and into his battered body.

The Restoration Aether was like a gentle stream, flowing through his muscles and bones, settling at the sites of his wounds.

Restoration Mantra helped Alavin utilize the Restoration Aether perfectly, more effective than many a Magical Remedy or Elixir Fruit.

Eyla watched him silently. Ripples danced in her enchanting eyes. After a while, she smiled softly, stood up, and left the room.

Balder, from who knows where, had procured a lounge chair and lay comfortably in the courtyard, smiling and waving. "Lady Eyla, do come back."

"Are you from the Mollen family?"

"My name is Balder."

"What's your relation to Alavin?"

"Friends!"

"Has Alavin sold himself to you?"

Goodness, this lass was blunt. Balder's smile didn't waver. "That's a misunderstanding, do I look like a slave master to you?"

"Huh, now that you mention it, you kinda do."

Balder was left speechless.

"I'm leaving." Eyla waved her hand and left the courtyard.

"She wouldn't really be interested in Alavin, would she?" Balder muttered, replaceing a comfortable position to prop up his legs.

He looked up at the darkening sky. A glint of cunning showed in his eyes. The message had already been arranged to be sent back to his family, but he couldn't guarantee that his family would agree to Alavin's terms. After all, the stakes were high, and if mishandled, leaking the news could strike a heavy blow to the Mollen family. Now, it all depended on how his father valued Alavin.

Five hundred assassins, eh! Heh, Alavin had guts!

Balder liked that spirit, but on reflection, Alavin might've also been testing the Mollen family. If the deal went through, they would become friends; if rejected, they might only have a simple business relationship in the future.