Becoming a god by raising witches

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The group then exited the dream and returned to the streets of Kosork.

Locke saw Irene, the black cat, on the street corner. Seeing that Locke was unharmed, she turned and left.

Although she didn't want to get involved with the Bureau of Investigation, she was prepared to go back into the coffee shop if Locke didn't show up again.

Locke didn't chase after the black cat; he had to go back with the chief.

The group returned to the Sixth Bureau of Oddities in a medium-sized carriage.

"Locke, you did a good job this time. You saved Andy Hagen and Joris Haines. You and Sig took them to the Cathedral of Life for purification. Hmm, you and Sig also need to undergo purification. Find Sister Lux. Write the report when you get back."

"Renes said calmly."

"Okay, we'll go right away."

So Locke, along with the unconscious Andy Hagen and Joris Haynes, and his colleague Sieg, got back into the carriage.

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Chapter 97, The Most Beautiful Nun in the Church of Life

“Locke, I still find it terrifying when I think back to what happened in the coffee shop. I suddenly became a father of two. Can you imagine? It’s such a terrible thing.”

Sieg complained as he sat in the carriage.

"No, you acted just like a responsible father. I believe you would be just as devoted if you had children."

Locke said with a smile.

"Don't mention children to me. I'm still young. What I need is the nourishment of love, not the constraints of family."

Sieg pursed his lips and looked at his unconscious uncle, Yuris Haynes.

“I bet 1 silver mic that my uncle will be in more pain than I am when he wakes up. He married an ordinary-looking woman in a coffee shop, which is unacceptable to him. You would know if you had met my first five aunts.”

Locke shrugged. "Perhaps even your uncle doesn't understand himself."

“I saved Andy Hagen, but I’m trying to pin the credit on you. I don’t need the credit, but you have to buy me a drink.”

Sieg's gaze fell on Andy Hagen, who was also unconscious. Even with her eyes closed, the beautiful noblewoman seemed to be going through some kind of pain, and her face looked terrible.

“I will state in the report that Andy Hagen was saved by our joint efforts, and your contribution to this matter is indispensable.”

Locke promised that he believed it was far more important to maintain good relationships with colleagues than to achieve most of the results of a task; such things required a long-term commitment, and besides, Sieg was a generous man who had just provided him with a nice house, and some favors needed to be repaid.

"Hehe, as expected of Locke, the man I've set my sights on."

Sieg said with a smile, putting his arm around Locke's shoulder.

Locke quietly pried his hand off. The incident at Galken Coffee Shop had left him with some psychological trauma, and he didn't want to run into another Galken.

Sieg didn't mind, shaking his head and sighing, "It's a pity we only rescued two people. Alas, the others who were caught in the coffee shop all died in the end."

"It is indeed regrettable that this happened. I remember there were two sheriffs involved. I hope the government will provide some compensation to the families of these victims so that their sacrifice will not have been in vain."

Locke said helplessly.

"Fortunately, we got involved in the incident before Galken could fully expand the world created by the music box, and the powerful Chief intervened to prevent the tragedy from escalating further."

Sieg, who had looked sad just a moment ago, suddenly became optimistic. He raised an eyebrow at Locke and asked, "Do you admire Director Renis even more now? Want to be her dog?"

Sieg was clearly making fun of Locke's efforts to find a dog for Princess Frida.

"Don't mention dogs to me. I will not be anyone's dog."

Locke's mood improved as he thought about his new mount—no, his demonic pet.

"Sieg, do you know which witch left behind the number B03?"

Locke suddenly asked.

Although both of them had signed confidentiality agreements, it was perfectly normal for them to discuss such matters in the carriage.

Because the coachman wouldn't believe them at all, and would only think that these two rich people must be members of the Mystery Club.

The Mystery Club is a private club that attracts a large number of mystery enthusiasts. The people in it are either crazy or idle nobles who have nothing better to do than discuss fantastical stories every day.

Therefore, when coachmen heard any strange or unusual terms, they would associate them with the Mystery Club.

There have been instances where people were scammed out of large sums of money by the Mysterious Events Club, but the authorities have never taken any action against the club, precisely to make them scapegoats in certain incidents.

"If I remember correctly, number B03 should belong to the Witch of Deception. The Witch of Deception worships the evil god Truth and is a very good prankster. It is said that she once swindled all the reserves of an entire kingdom."

Sieg stroked his stubble and said,

"The Deceptive Witch was once one of the twelve ancient witches. She has long since perished, and her number B03 disappeared with her. It is said that every 10 years, number B03 will transform into a different form to attract attention."

"Whoever finds it will have their deepest wish fulfilled. Of course, there is a 60% chance that this wish will be distorted. For example, Galken wanted his friend and lover to be resurrected so he could attend their wedding. As a result, he became the appearance of his lover and married his friend."

"A deceitful witch? A demonic god of truth? Can truth be called a demonic god?"

Locke looked at Sieg in surprise.

"My theological foundation is not solid, but as long as it is not the Goddess of Life of the Church of Life or the Alchemy God of the Alchemy Cult, all others are evil gods. You just need to remember this. I suspect that the truth here may not be the kind of truth you understand. Perhaps it is a very evil truth."

Sieg said with a smile.

Locke nodded slightly.

The two arrived at the Cathedral of Life in San Figueires, where the first person to greet Locke was Louisa, the green-leaf girl.

She was wearing a long green dress, hands on her hips, her chubby face full of dissatisfaction.

“Rock Bemon, you have broken your promise and have not come to the church to see me for a whole day. You have disappointed me and you will lose me if you do this.”

Locke and Sieg were both stunned.

Immediately, Sieg revealed a smile of schadenfreude.

Locke's forehead was beaded with sweat.

“I’m sorry, Miss Louisa, I will confess to the goddess, but we need to see Sister Lux now. There are two poor souls here who need her help.”

“Yes, beautiful Miss Louisa, Locke and I just rescued them from the dragon’s jaws. They are now corrupted and need to see Lux.”

As he spoke, Sieg gestured to illustrate the terrifying appearance of the dragon.

"Hmph, there are no dragons in this world!"

Louisa solemnly exposed Sieg and looked at Locke, saying, "Wait, I'm going to find Sister Lux. Whether she sees you or not is not up to me."

"Thank you, Louisa, for your kindness, beauty, and understanding."

Hearing Locke's praise, Louisa's face flushed slightly. A smile played on her lips as she lifted her skirt and ran into the church, shouting loudly,

"Lux, Lux, Lux, help me! My fiancé needs your help!"

Locke broke out in a sweat again.

Sister Sinai scooped up the running little girl Louisa and slapped her bottom with her big hand. "Louisa, you must go back and copy the Holy Scripture ten times!"

"I'm sorry, Sister Sinai, where is Sister Lux?"

"This is none of your business."

Sinai took the little girl away and spanked her hard on the bottom.

In the end, Locke and Sieg met Lux, the legendary most beautiful nun in the church.

She wore a simple nun's robe, and her soft blonde hair fell gently over her shoulders.

Beneath her golden eyebrows were a pair of deep, sapphire-like eyes, a high, straight nose, full lips that were just the right amount, and fair, delicate skin that seemed to glow.

Even her conservative nun's robes couldn't hide her voluptuous figure; she was the only woman Locke had ever seen who could reach the level of a rugby player.

Furthermore, she had a slender waist and full hips, and appeared to be without any flaws.

Unless one suffers from abyss phobia, no one can ignore such a body shape.

Locke finally understood why those male believers were willing to line up in long queues as soon as they heard Lux's name.

Compared to her, Eileen's figure can only be considered that of a newly adult.

"Locke, don't fight me for it. Louisa is yours, Lux is mine."

Sieg straightened his collar.

Locke glanced sideways at the lust-obsessed Seeg, "I don't have that kind of fetish, please don't make such jokes."

"Alright, then I'll give you Sinai."

"If you continue to say that in the church, you might be kicked out by the goddess."

Locke warned.

"Okay, I was wrong, please forgive me, goddess."

Sieg made a praying gesture.