The Legendary Mage (Alavin)

Chapter 400

“Lam immortal.”

Suddenly, Alavin asked, “Does the Kings' Acceptance's secret of eternal life have anything to do with you?” The turtle’s eyes darted about before it quickly denied, “How could it be!”

“What is your true power now?”

“In my day, I could turn the skies and rule the earth, a figure of overwhelming influence. How should I describe myself? Let's see... ah, yes, a capital, gold-edged ‘Amazing.” The turtle raised its head, seemingly recalling its former glory, its eyes gleaming with pride.

“I meant in the present.”

“It's surely not far off. To have me as a friend, your ancestors must be grinning in their graves. Count yourself lucky.” Alavin persisted, “What exactly is your relationship with the Kings? Tell me, and I'll help you.”

“Nothing much...”

“Speak the truth! Otherwise, you can stay hanging around my neck. I don't mind wearing an ornament.” Alavin flicked the chain, looking at the turtle amusedly, while his mind reached out to the Chained Spirit within the Energy Realm. “Can you see through its power?”

‘It seems... not to be a turtle...” The Chained Spirit had awakened—or perhaps had been awake for a long time, observing the turtle in secrecy. The moment the little white turtle was attached to Alavin, the Shadowbringer in the Energy Realm resonated violently, forcing the spirit to awaken.

‘It's not a turtle? Then what is it?” Alavin's heart chilled with the revelation.

"I reckon its shell might be a seal. Either it's not truly a tortoise, or something else is sealed within its shell. In any case, this creature is no simple beast. Don't be fooled by its appearance, and deal with it carefully," the Chained Spirit warned Alavin, unable to see through the tortoise himself. In his knowledge, no creature could live for tens of thousands of years, and true immortality was unheard of, not even recorded among the celestials or the ancient clans.

Either the tortoise was spouting nonsense, or it was entangled with some great secret.

The lvory Turtle hemmed and hawed, "It's been ten thousand years, I've slept so long, and it’s all a blur. Put your heart at ease. I mean no harm. Here, let me offer you a boon to start.”

The little tortoise retracted its tiny paws into its shell and whooshed out an Elixir Fruit the size of itself, "Fancy one? I've got plenty! I've also got Life's Spring!"

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, it dug out seven or eight Elixir Fruits from its shell, all Super Elixir Fruits, crystal clear and brimming with energy. It tossed them carelessly onto the bed. "Just help me break these chains, and I'll be your friend. You can have magical treasures as many as you wish.”

Alavin was astonished at the vast capacity of the tortoise's shell. Could this really be a seal? "Just wait, I'll try to communicate with them," Alavin said as he lay on the bed. closing his eyes.

"Ha, freedom, at last! Freedom! Freedom!" The little tortoise hopped and shouted with joy.Content is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

Alavin lay on the bed, attempting to communicaté-with the King's Ring, a tool to communicate with the Kings, eager to&now what the little tortatse was aad why it was bound to hitn. The t6rtoise seemed flippantand babbiinag, but that didn't matter as lOAg as it wasn'ta threat.

The little tortoise gazed at Alavin eagerly, almost wishing to snap the chains right then and there.

Alavin triedto communicate fora > long time; but to his disappointment, the ring gave no response; the Kings seemed truly deep in slumber They’ re not responding ta. me."

"Ah? Try again." "You know them. If they wish to respond, they will. If not, no amount of calling will matter." "Ah! You can't do this to me!” The little tortoise was frantic: it longed for freedom so badly it was going mad.

"I have an idea.”

“Out with it!” In a flash, the little tortoise clambered onto Alavin's face, clinging to his nose. Its tiny head hung in front of Alavin's eyes, looking pitiful "The King’s Ring will awaken sooner or later, and we can ask then. For now, how about you bear with it and stay by my side? What do you say?"

The little tortoise stared at him. its head drooping, on the verge of tears. "I just want a bit of freedom. Is that so hard? I don't want to live. I want to die."

Alavin took it off his face. "Don't say that: it's better to be out here than locked away in the Royal Mausoleum. Honestly, I kind of admire you."

“Where?” The little tortoise lifted its head.

"You managed to survive tens of S thousands of years ina sunless- S cave. Weren’ t you lonely? Weren't yous alone? Just thinking about it scares me; how did you keep going?"

Suddenly, the little tortoise burst into tears. "I wanted to end it all, but I was too scared, ahh!"

Alavin couldn't help but laugh and cry at the same time. This little tortoise seemed to be a bit neurotic