The Legendary Mage (Alavin)

"Just woke up."

"So, you woke up and didn't come to find me. You preferred to nestle in a room with a man for a chat. Are you sure there's nothing... special going on between you two?" Eyla cradled a little fox in her arms. The creature lazily squinted its eyes. Upon seeing Alavin, it perked up, wriggled free from Eyla's bosom, and scampered onto Alavin's lap, sniffing about with a sweet smile.

"Carry on, you two, take your time," Balder said with a chuckle, throwing Alavin a knowing glance.

"Thought any more about it?" Eyla sat down on the bed, cheerfully kicking her feet, her perfect profile accentuating her seductive form, stirring the blood.

"Thought about what? Oh, have you advanced?" Alavin suddenly noticed a stronger aura emanating from Eyla.

"You're at Stage III, Celesse is at Stage III, so how could I not push myself?" Eyla batted her eyelashes coquettishly, every smile and frown oozing charm. "That's quite fast."

"Peak of Stage III. Half a year to break through to the fourth, and reaching Stage V within a year will be a breeze," Eyla said confidently. It wouldn't have been possible so quickly, but her grandfather had given her a treasure-the Gore Nectar!

The Gore Nectar was donated by Tobin. Jarad had given it to Eyla before he left. A Gore Nectar condensed by an Archmage, its rarity was indescribable. Gore Nectar was incredibly precious, useful not only for magic practicing but also for potion making. However, for Eyla, a Blood Elf in training, its significance went beyond that. Her grandfather had said it would at least help her break through by three Stages! "Don't look at me like that. The Combat Magic I practice is considered dark arts by some, with its drawbacks." Eyla leaned in closer to Alavin, her delicate beauty nearly touching his face. A subtle fragrance wafted into his senses, causing his heartbeat to quicken. She giggled, "Don't change the subject. What's your decision?"

Alavin shifted back. "Decision about what?"

Eyla's eyes sparkled. "The engagement, silly. My grandfather already mentioned it."

Alavin broke into a sweat, hardly able to fend off the fiery Eyla. "Your marriage should be your choice. How can you let your grandfather arrange it so casually?"

"I've asked Helna, and she's quite pleased. I've asked Celesse, and she sends her blessings. I've asked Mariela, and she rolled her eyes at me."

Alavin was torn between laughter and despair. "You're stirring up trouble. The township's lively enough these days."

"So, you don't believe I asked them?"

"If I choose to marry you, would you really wed?" Alavin suddenly gazed at Eyla.

Eyla's crimson eyes met his quietly, and after a moment, she smiled mischievously, licking her rosy lips, but offered no reply.

Just then, a voice emerged from Alavin's arms. "What do you think would come of us joining?"

The Ivory Turtle, unnoticed before,

was now lying in Alavin's embrace, staring at the little fox. The fox looked back in surprise, and the turtle was in rapture, its little paws reaching to plant a kiss on the fox. The fox leaped back into Eyla's arms, glaring at the turtle, narrowly escaping an unwelcome advance.

"Eh? Where did you get this toad?"

"Turtle! It's a turtle!" The turtle winked at the fox, clearly finding it attractive.

"Excavated from the Royal

Mausoleum, and bound to me by the

Kings." Alavin lifted a chain

emerging from his chest, which

wrapped around his neck like a thick,

ivory necklace.

"It speaks?" Eyla said, surprised as she picked up the Ivory Turtle. The small creature looked delicate and pure, incredibly adorable.

The turtle's eyes bulged at the sight of Eyla's bosom, utterly captivated.

"Don't touch it. It's a bit lewd," Alavin quickly snatched it back.

"Slander! Blatant slander! My lady, don't listen to him-let me you, no, you embrace me."

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Eyla laughed merrily, tapping the turtle's head with her finger. "Don't be so cheeky."

Alavin stuffed the turtle back into his arms; the creature was too forward and a bit neurotic. It was best kept contained.

The turtle then stuck out its head again. "Milady, is your fox a vixen? Don't make a mistake."

"You're of different breeds," Eyla quipped.

"Breed isn't the issue. True love transcends all."

"Age is the issue! You're too old. You're practically fossilized!" Alavin shoved the turtle back into his embrace.

"How am I fossilized? You tell me exactly where I'm fossilized!" The turtle became frantic, struggling to escape.

At that moment, Balder reentered. "Forgot to mention, there's an odd visitor in town, but I've been unable to locate them these past few days."