Becoming a god by raising witches

She ate as she walked, and remarked...

"You should check out the chef here. Don't let the small size of this coffee shop fool you; their strawberry and apple pies are absolutely delicious, they seem to have a soul."

"Oh, never mind, you'd better not learn it. If you do, I'll be in trouble again."

Rebecca muttered to herself.

Looking through the mirror, Locke saw Rebecca's body gradually becoming transparent. He asked,

"Are you deliberately trying to become transparent, or is there something wrong with what you're eating?"

Rebecca looked down and saw her feet had become transparent. She cursed.

"Damn it! I can't eat these strawberry and apple pies, this guy is trying to assimilate me."

The next second, Rebecca turned into smoke and shrank into a long pipe.

The small mirror also fell to the ground.

Locke could only tap on the mirror to inquire about Rebecca's condition.

"Bullshit! I'm restricted, I can't get out now, Locke, let's just wait for Renis."

Rebecca muttered under her breath.

Locke broke out in a sweat.

This unreliable demon, besides being wicked, is also extremely gluttonous.

But since Rebecca is restricted and can't come out, does that mean I can come out?

Just to be on the safe side, Locke wanted to test whether Rebecca was lying or was truly under restriction.

Do not easily trust a cunning devil.

So Locke and Rebecca, two immobile individuals, lay quietly on the country lane.

A flock of sheep passed by them, bleating and leaving their droppings behind.

Locke only felt that his vision was partially blocked, but the demon Rebecca couldn't take it anymore and kept roaring in her pipe.

"Damn sheep, when I get out of here I'm going to slaughter you all and make old Rani stew you for soup!"

After confirming that Rebecca was indeed restricted and unable to get out of the pipe, Locke decided to slip out of the mirror and contact his clone first.

Locke cautiously extended a single hair and entangled it around an old sheep.

When the old sheep left, it automatically took the mirror from where Locke was hiding.

"Hey, don't go! Where are you going?"

"I can't move," Rebecca cried out.

Locke said innocently, "I guess I got hooked on this sheep. There's nothing I can do. It seems we'll have to say goodbye. Come find me again when you've regained your mobility."

"You wretched sheep!"

Amid Rebecca's complaints, Locke followed the flock away.

The sheep arrived at Krista's ranch, where they grazed on their own every day without needing any human intervention.

Krista and the children are playing on the ranch, and Nate is at home.

"Honey, it's a rare holiday, I want to take you on a vacation, would you like to go to the beach?"

“I don’t want to. I like staying in town, Tom. What about you?”

Krista said.

Tom nodded: "I'll listen to my mother, and I like the town too."

"Haha, I love this town too. Happy Town is our home, but we should go out and see the world from time to time, shouldn't we?"

"Nate asked."

Krista nodded in agreement.

“Nate, you’re right, but Tom is still too young for long journeys. Happy Town is too far from the sea.”

"Okay, then it'll have to be during my next vacation. Oh, look what our clever sheep brought back."

Nate walked into the flock of sheep and picked up the mirror.

This small mirror is particularly eye-catching in the sunlight.

Just as Nate was about to look in the mirror, Locke used a strand of hair to control a sheep that charged over and bumped into Nate's butt.

Nate winced in pain in his buttocks, leaned forward, and the mirror slipped from his hand and fell to the ground.

"Oh, what's wrong with the sheep? Why did it suddenly bump into me?"

Nate managed to steady himself and looked back at his wife and children with embarrassment.

Krista and Tom stared in surprise at the innocent sheep, which bleated.

"Perhaps it's been too long since we've sheared their wool. Why don't we have Nate shear the sheep today?"

His wife, Krista, suggested.

Ness nodded. "Okay."

He walked up to the mirror and picked it up again. "I think this mirror is quite nice. I've never seen this kind of mirror in this small town before."

As he spoke, he held the mirror up to his face, and at that moment, the sheep bumped into him again.

This time it's a frontal attack.

The mirror fell to the ground again.

"Is Daddy playing a game with the sheep?"

Tom asked innocently.

Krista patted Tom's head. "No, I think it's because of the mirror. I'll go take a look."

Krista stepped forward, helped her disheveled husband to his feet, and then picked up the mirror from the ground.

Just as Locke thought he was about to be discovered by the terrifying Krista, a familiar figure appeared outside the ranch.

The female director, Rene, with her cascading black hair and deep amber eyes, appeared.

Renis had retrieved the pipe; she was wearing the uniform of a high-ranking post office official and was smiling at Krista and Nate.

“Mr. Nate, Ms. Christa, hello. I am Rainie, the postmaster of Yorkshire. I know you are from Yorkshire. Would you like to be transferred back to the Yorkshire post office? The Yorkshire post office is expanding and is short-staffed.”

Yorkshire?

Nate's eyes lit up. Yorkshire was his and Krista's hometown, and he had wanted to go back for a long time, but his wife always made excuses to avoid it.

To accommodate his wife, he chose to continue living in the small town of Happiness.

"Yes."

Renis pushed open the wooden gate of the ranch as she spoke.

Nate immediately stepped forward to welcome the post office manager, while Christa looked wary. She ignored the mirror and went to greet the guests with her husband.

Little Tom rushed over too.

"Auntie, are you Dad's colleague?"

"Yes, I am your father's colleague."

Rhine gently ruffled Tom's hair.

The couple invited Rene into the house and served her tea and snacks.

Rainies began to describe the current situation in Yorkshire: "There are 30 people in Yorkshire now, 30 post offices, and each post office needs to take care of the mail of 1 people. Nate, you are the best postman here, we need you."

"I must obey my wife Christa's wishes."

Nate said, looking at Krista expectantly.

Krista's brow never relaxed, but seeing her husband's eyes, she couldn't bear to refuse.

"Daddy, Daddy, where is Yorkshire? Is it a big place?"

"Of course, Yorkshire is the hometown of your mother and me. We met and fell in love in Yorkshire."

Nate picked up little Tom, placed him on his lap, and stroked his soft blond hair as he spoke.

"Yorkshire is so beautiful in winter, the snow is so thick it can cover you completely. You're still too short, grow up quickly, my son Tom."

"No, I don't want to grow up so fast. Mom likes me when I'm small."

Little Tom insisted.

Nate laughed and pinched his chubby little face. "Daddy likes you just the way you are."

Krista touched her stomach and said apologetically to Nate.

"The climate in Yorkshire is not suitable for babies."

"Honey, do you mean you're pregnant again?"

Nate put Tom down and excitedly hugged Christa.

Krista nodded. "Yes, I think so, maybe a lovely daughter."