Of the Internet stories I have ever read, perhaps the most impressive one is The Legendary Mage (Alavin). The story is too good, leaving me with many doubts. Currently, the manga has been translated to Chapter 223. Let's read the author's The Legendary Mage (Alavin) Internet story right here.
A young man and a young woman, both in their teens, greeted Alavin with light laughs and nods, taking him in with curious eyes.
The young man was Lawren's son, Felir, a strikingly handsome lad. He was garbed in a purple tunic adorned with embroidered red patterns, overlaid with a white doublet, tailored to fit and flatter his form. His nose was straight and proud, his lips thin, and his eyebrows sharp as swords, cutting diagonally above the few strands of raven hair that fell by his temples. His visage was so flawlessly chiseled it bordered on the sculptural.
He was the epitome of a beautiful youth.
The young lady was Lawren's daughter, Dainis, clad in a green gown. Her smile was blooming like spring flowers, her skin fairer than fresh snowfall, and her eyes as clear as a tranquil pond. Her features were delicate, and between her brows lingered the serene air of a learned scholar. "Lord Alavin, it's been so long, do you still remember me?"
Alavin had some recollection of their names, but the faces he had long forgotten. After all, those were memories from his childhood.
Felir was two years Alavin's senior, and Dainis was one year older. Both had inherited their parents' exceptional genes. Their appearances were strikingly attractive.
Alavin nodded. "Time flies, we've all grown up."
Felir sighed lightly. "Indeed, we've grown. You've suffered in your time away."
"Fret not about the future, for we are here," Dainis said with a gentle face full of grace. "If you encounter any troubles, seek my father's counsel. He can offer you advice. Just don't inadvertently stir the ire of the Cobalt Strike again."
Lawren suggested, "Let's not stand outside any longer. We can talk more comfortably within the city walls."
Alavin expressed his gratitude once more and arranged for Godfred to lead his people back and relocate the more than two hundred thousand citizens.
"Be careful," Godfred whispered, a hint of suspicion in his voice. "Unwarranted kindness often has an ulterior motive."
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