I Can Summon All the Gods

Looking at the airwaves spreading around, Locke’s eyes darkened slightly. With a wave of his hand, an enchanted barrier was formed around him, separating him from all the damage and magical fluctuation.

Soon, the fire was gone and Locke saw an old man with a beard. The old man wore a white ragged robe and looked extremely embarrassed. He narrowed his eyes and stared at Locke.

Locke’s eyes darkened slightly, and there was a trace of divine power on his fist. His figure moved, turning into an afterimage and smashing towards the old man.

There was a flash of surprise in the old man’s eyes.

Arrows made of flames condensed in front of him and stabbed directly at Locke.

The arrows whizzed in the air and reached Locke in a blink of an eye.

However, seeing that his attack was about to hit Locke, the old man’s face did not relax much.

Boom!

The powerful arrows pierced through Locke’s body and hit the enchanted barrier made by Locke.

The old man did not continue to attack. His tone was full of surprise. “This guy’s speed is so fast!”

Then his face froze. Because he felt a piercing chill on his neck at this time.

It turned out that Locke had already appeared behind the old man. The Sword in the Stone fell steadily on the old man’s neck. “You lost.”

After saying that, the Sword in the Stone in Locke’s hand disappeared in an instant. He waved his hand and removed the enchanted barrier.

He didn’t feel any killing intent from the old man. Moreover, he also noticed that the old man was very careful in the process of attacking as if he was afraid of hurting him.

The old man’s face instantly flushed red. He shouted angrily, “It doesn’t count! If it weren’t for the fear of destroying the buildings here, how could you be my opponent?”

“Who are you?”

Locke didn’t argue and asked lightly. The old man in front of him looked a little flirtatious, but what he said was true. According to Locke’s estimation, this old man should be a powerful level-8 mage.

Judging from his appearance, he should have just gone through a big fight and then rushed here.

The old man seemed to be very depressed that he lost to Locke just now. He said sourly, “Wilder Arnold.”

After speaking, he circled Locke for half a circle and sighed, “Boy, you are very strong.”

“Thank you.”

Locke shrugged, turned around, and left.

“This guy is not ordinary. He has the strength of level 7 at such a young age.” Looking at Locke’s back, Wilder’s face became a little serious. “This talent is even more terrifying than the genius in the imperial capital.”

“Is he the eldest disciple of a hidden clan who went out to see the world?”

The reason why he took action just now was that he felt that Locke was very unusual, so he wanted to test him. But he did not expect that this boy was surprisingly strong.

“Boy, wait for me.”

“All right.” In the hall, Mrs. Peter interrupted the speech of Perls and the others. She said firmly, “There is no room for negotiation on this matter.”

Although Mrs. Peter’s voice was not loud, there was an unquestionable feeling in her plain tone.

Looking at his arbitrary wife, who made Perls and others speechless, Count Peter secretly gave Mrs. Peter a thumbs up.

With a long face, Perls reminded her, “Mrs. Peter, this matter is related to the rise and fall of our family. Don’t act on impulse.”

“Act on impulse? Ridiculous!”

At the same time, a sneer came through, with obvious disdain in it.

Perls and others could not help but frown.

Following the direction of the voice, they saw a young man slowly walking in, with heavy features, a handsome face, and steady steps.

“Locke.”

Irene’s eyes lit up when she saw the young man coming in. But there seemed to be a little worry in this joy. She was very happy that Locke could stand up for her, but now Locke would inevitably become the target of Perls and others.

“Who the hell are you? How dare you meddle in the affairs of our Peter family?”

Staring at Locke, Perls ordered the guard at the door with a gloomy face, “Throw him out.”

The mercenaries responsible for protecting Irene were all direct subordinates of Count Peter, and they were loyal to Count Peter. Therefore, although Perls had investigated Locke’s identity, he did not know about Locke’s fighting scene at that time, let alone the identity of Locke. Therefore, he regarded Locke as a refugee that Irene had picked up. After all, Irene used to help these lowly commoners.

However, in the past few days, he had heard from his men that Irene had an unusual relationship with this young man. Even from all the facts, Irene seemed to have a crush on this young man.

“Stop! Mr. Capet is a distinguished guest of our Peter family.”

Count Peter snapped.

Hearing the order of Count Peter, the two guards stopped and dared not to move again.

“Sacrificing the happiness of family members to gain stability, such a shameless thing is taken for granted by you. As we can imagine how shameless you are!”

Looking at the masters, Locke sneered and said sarcastically.

“Boy, you are here to make trouble!”

The master shouted angrily, with a hint of killing intent in his eyes.

Gergiel and Doyle on the side, the moment Locke came in, their faces sank instantly.

Especially Doyle, his eyes were full of anger as if he wanted to swallow Locke alive. He noticed that since the young man came out, Irene’s eyes had been fixed on him.

As a veteran in love, he was sure that the affectionate gaze was from a girl who looked at her admirer.

He was very angry now!

Looking at Locke with gloomy eyes, Doyle reminded him in a cold tone, “Boy, you have to have a clear estimation of yourself. Although I don’t know what despicable means you have used to get Miss Peter’s attention, you have to know clearly that with your identity, you don’t deserve Miss Irene.”

“That’s exactly what I need to remind you.” With a faint smile on his face, Locke cast a disdainful glance at Doyle and said, “Not everyone is worthy of Irene.”

The look on his face was extremely gloomy. He clearly noticed that when he heard Locke call “Irene”, there was a little shyness on Irene’s face.

“You are courting death!”

Looking at Locke, a murderous gleam burst out in his eyes.

“Count Peter, we are not here to play games with you.” Gergiel glanced at Locke indifferently and then looked at Count Peter, who was sitting on the host’s seat. “You have to think it over. It’s Mr. Godfrey’s idea to make Doyle engaged to Miss Peter.”

He was a powerful level-7 mage and disdained to argue with a young boy who wet behind the ears.