The Legendary Mage (Alavin)
Chapter 187

At nightfall, the Grand Hall of Azure Peak was bustling with activity as many Elders, some of whom rarely made public appearances, had gathered. They were there to observe Alavin, the 'servant' whose

brilliance had erupted so unexpectedly.

Alavin's parents were once honorary Elders of Cobalt Strike and lords of the Stormcast Keep, well-regarded by most Elders. However, after the events of eight years ago, they were branded as criminals by the Cobalt Strike, and with the Grand Elder's resolute stance, no one wished to entangle themselves further in the matter. All they could offer Alavin were their regrets.

Those indifferent to the situation simply ignored it, while those with a shred of compassion reminded their Elite Protégés not to bully Alavin.

Gradually, Alavin was all but forgotten until recently, when he defeated Galos in the Arena, drawing a modicum of attention. But it was just that-attention. No one believed he could ascend much further. As a humble servant, no harm would come to him. However, showing potential was another matter entirely.

To everyone's astonishment, Alavin made a powerful comeback in a short period. He gained renown at The Clash of Eight Orders and wowed the crowd, earning the favor of various Organization Commanders Arriving early at the Grand Hall of Azure Peak, Alavin sat quietly in a corner with his eyes downcast, disregarding the gazes of the Elders.

He remained calm, and the Elders were silent. In the majestic hall, not a single voice was heard.

One by one, the Elders entered, casting glances at Alavin before replaceing their seats. More than a dozen pairs of eyes were fixed on him. Each Elder's expression looked complex.

Although the ranking of the top five of the Eight Orders was a measure of the younger generation, it signified potential. One day, Alavin's growth might surpass many of the Elders present, maybe in ten years, twenty, or even less.

They had to take notice and reassess Alavin, but did Cobalt Strike truly want to nurture Alavin?

After suffering for eight years within Cobalt Strike, did he harbor hatred? And if so, how deep did it run? Could he become another 'Neasilis,' harboring a grudge against Cobalt Strike and harming their Elders and Protégés?

Was he a hope or a threat?

"Alavin," an Elder seated in a wicker chair began, eyeing him coldly. "I hear your Combat Magic is quite unique. Who taught you?"

"I picked it up here and there."

"And that sword of yours?"

"Just found it."

The Elder chuckled without humor. "Lucky replaces."

"Fortunate enough," replied Alavin. His gaze was still lowered with a calmness.

"Is the Commander going to elevate you to a Golden Protégé today?"

"Yes."

"Are you ready? Whether as a Golden or Elite Protégé, you'll need an Elder. Have you thought about who you'll choose?" As these words were spoken, the other Elders raised their eyebrows, curious about who would become Alavin's mentor.

Although Alavin had shown potential and would be promoted to Golden Protégé with limitless future achievements, he had offended the Grand Elder. Who would dare take him as an apprentice? "Alavin, have you decided?" another Elder inquired. If Alavin requested mentorship from an Elder in front of everyone and was rejected, it would be quite embarrassing.

"I don't need a mentor," Alavin stated flatly.

An older Elder chuckled lightly. "Don't be too proud. Everyone's path to magic requires guidance from a mentor to avoid falling into madness."

A female Elder added, "Especially for someone like you, who's had a stroke of great fortune, you need a mentor's guidance more than ever. Otherwise, accidents are more likely to happen." Alavin sat expressionless, reaffirming his stance. "Thank you for your concern, but I do not need a mentor."

None of the Elders present would take him as an apprentice, a fact Alavin was well aware of. If he openly expressed a wish for a particular person now, they might very well reject him publicly, only causing embarrassment and ridicule. Besides, he truly didn't need a mentor.

"Quite self-aware," someone snickered. Their voice was quiet, but could still be heard clearly by all the Elders.