"I... I..."
The boy's face was flushed with embarrassment.
Lady Yongge raised her head in astonishment: "What... what is this..."
Beside her, the austere middle-aged mage was equally shocked.
Both of them were on the brink of reaching level ten, while one was already in the holy domain.
Thus, they could feel that these simple words contained unparalleled power.
"Master, what... what should I do?" The boy wearing armor, who dared to use a sword to stab Lin Ke's eyes, stammered as he looked toward his master, a mage.
"Promise Lord Flame Demon! Promise Lord Flame Demon!" At this moment, the boy's master, that elderly mage, was exceedingly excited.
This old mage had been psychologically crushed by Lin Ke.
Once, he was a homeless beggar, and his parents were killed when they fought others for food.
Fortunately, an old grandmother, also a beggar, took pity on him and adopted him, allowing him to grow up by sheer luck.
