The Legendary Mage (Alavin)

Chapter 34

The Golden Serpent appeared once more, coiling around the Viper's Berry, flicking its blood-red tongue at Alavin.

After watching it for a moment, Alavin summoned two throwing knives and flung them at the Golden Serpent. The knives cut through the air with a fierce force, whistling as they spun. Content © copyrighted by NôvelDrama.Org.

The Golden Serpent opened its mouth and shot out two beams of golden light, intercepting the knives with precise accuracy. With a clang, the golden light shattered the blades into countless tiny fragments that rained down from the sky.

"Hiss!"

The Golden Serpent's body shimmered with golden hue, continuing to flick its tongue at Alavin, seemingly irate at the challenge.

Alavin squinted his eyes in silence, then flung another dagger with all his might. It shot straight and fast as lightning.

The Golden Serpent hissed and spat out a blinding golden light, intercepting the dagger midair, and shattering it once again. However, this time, the dagger had clearly pushed through the golden light a short distance before being destroyed.

Alavin calculated in his mind that he was no match for the Golden Serpent now. He would return another day. He retreated back into the dense forest and made his way along the rugged path back to his storeroom.

First, he tended to the solitary grave in the courtyard, cleared away the weeds and fallen leaves, and watered the magnolia blossoms. Then he hid in the hills behind, beginning his earnest study of the Indigo Viper technique.

Alavin was highly intuitive; otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to discern the first three stages of the Goliath Force on his own. The Indigo Viper was complex, but not beyond him.

As night fell, Alavin was deeply absorbed in his studies, when a sudden commotion arose from the direction of the storeroom.

Tyral burst into the storeroom, furiously shouting Alavin's name, "Come out! Alavin, come out!" He raged, thrashing the contents of the storeroom like a mad dog, creating a cacophony of noise.

"Alavin! Come out, or I'll set your storeroom ablaze! Come out! Come out now!"

Tyral's hands blazed with flames as he shouted hoarsely. His eyes were bloodshot, and his expression fierce.

"What do you want?" Alavin pushed open the iron door, frowning at the disarray in the courtyard.

"Alavin! Where's my sister?" Tyral shouted at him.

"Dead."

"How? Was it you!" Tyral's emotions spiraled out of control as he shouted recklessly.

"Mind your words."

"It was you! It had to be! My sister went to kill you, and it should have been you dead in the forest. How did you return? Ah, answer me. How did you come back, and where's my sister?"

Alavin laughed in frustration. "So it's righteous to kill me? I deserve to die?"

"You should die. You deserve to die! Tell me, what exactly happened in the forest?" Tyral's eyes reddened; he was on the verge of collapse when he heard of his sister's death. His talents were

average; his current status was all thanks to his sister, who was also his pillar. And suddenly, how was she dead?

Tyral couldn't accept it. His sister had joined the herb gathering expedition to vent her anger, looking for an opportunity to kill Alavin in the forest. But now, Alavin had returned, and Nysah’s death was a mystery.

Nobody suspected Alavin, but Tyral was certain it was him.

"You should be grateful you weren't part of the herb-gathering team." Alavin snorted. The siblings were cut from the same cloth!

"It was you! I knew it! Tell me, what happened! Is my sister really dead, you bastard?" Tyral, like a madman, charged at Alavin.

Alavin grabbed him by the throat and hoisted him into the air. "You should thank me. If it weren't for me, your sister would have died a much more horrible death."

Tyral struggled violently. "What did you do to my sister!"

"She's dead!" Alavin tossed him aside with a sneer. "If your sister had come back alive and I died in the forest, would you celebrate with a drink?" His gaze was icy.

Tyral struggled to his feet. "Alavin! Fuck you! My sister was the most beloved Protégé of Elder Jaslin, and she will not spare you for killing her."

"Don't spew lies; I never admitted to killing anyone. And why would I kill your sister?" Alavin challenged him.

"You know why!"

"Heh, not really."

"My sister, Ogmundr, and the other three Protégés, must have all died by your hand, Alavin. You will meet a grim end, just wait." Tyral left angrily.

Alavin stopped him with a final word. "Let me give you some advice, the slayer shall be slain. Watch your own back."

"Move! I will avenge my sister!" Tyral pushed past Alavin, looking back repeatedly as he left, his eyes filled with venomous hatred.