Becoming a god by raising witches

"Locke, I want to ask you for a favor."

Sieg suddenly grabbed Locke's hand, his eyes filled with expectation, and said in a pleading tone,

"Could you do me a small favor?"

"One report costs 1 silver micgram."

Locke raised an eyebrow.

"Damn it, I've somehow connected with a man telepathically! And this man is trying to blackmail me with this."

Sieg released Locke's hand.

“This is a good deal. I can guarantee that I won’t reveal the passionate scenes between you and Mrs. Malvina, especially Mrs. Freya.”

Locke said with a smile.

Sieg reluctantly pulled out one silver coin and stuffed it into Locke's hand.

"I don't want a third person to discuss this with, my friend."

"Okay, I'll keep quiet."

"What do you mean?"

"It means keeping your mouth shut, like a bottle with its mouth tightly sealed, and absolutely not revealing anything about Mrs. Malvina."

Locke explained.

Sieg stroked his chin. "I've learned something. Keeping your mouth shut is a good word. Locke, you're a true cultured man."

"Don't say that. I'm just an ordinary student who graduated from a secondary vocational school."

Locke said modestly.

"I'm going to say this word to Jacqueline, who's lying in bed. I can't wait to see her. Would you like to come with me to the Rose Theatre at midnight? There are surprises you can't imagine."

Sieg winked and said.

"You've already slept with Miss Quigley? Boyd would be heartbroken to hear that."

Locke suddenly remembered his Boyd, who suffered from gynophobia and liked to secretly look at Miss Quigley's photo album.

"Haha, Boyd won't be sad. He doesn't like Miss Quigler. He just wanted to use Miss Quigler's image to help him overcome his fear of women, but it didn't work at all. Maybe what he really needs is not Miss Quigler, but a handsome young man like Robson. Hmm, Locke, you're not bad either."

Sieg said jokingly.

"Please don't slander Boyd like that, it makes Boyd look so pathetic."

Locke shrank back; he certainly didn't want his teammate to be gay.

"Come on, come on, let's go to the Rose Theatre, buy me a drink."

Sieg put his arm around Locke's shoulder.

Locke pushed his hand away. "I need to go back and write two reports."

He didn't want to spend the 1 silver mic he had just earned on something like treating Sieg to abalone.

The two arrived at the entrance of the Bureau of Paranormal Investigations and headed in different directions.

Because of the move, Locke no longer needed to take a carriage home; he could walk home.

Heavy snow began to fall from the sky, creating a thin layer of ice on the smooth road.

In the past, Locke would have definitely fallen flat on his face after three steps, but now he has no problem at all. With his ability to balance his body, he can walk on the ice as if it were flat ground.

Watching the other people walking at night slip and fall on the ground, Locke's lips curled into a faint smile.

He didn't help the gentlemen who had fallen, but instead helped up a little girl whose clothes were covered in cotton balls.

"Thank you, big brother."

The little girl said gratefully, looking at Locke innocently, and silently reached out her pink little hand into Locke's coat pocket and took his wallet.

Locke patted the little girl's head. "It's so cold. Go home quickly and don't worry your parents."

"Mmm, thank you, big brother."

The little girl left satisfied.

Locke, still wearing a warm smile, said goodbye to the little girl and continued on his way.

Locke now had several exquisitely crafted leather wallets in his hands, each containing a considerable amount of silver coins.

Just as the little girl was stealing from Locke, Locke secretly took the wallet from the little girl's clothes with his own hair.

"I can't believe you would use your strange abilities to do something as lowly as plagiarism."

The black cat Irene on her shoulder let out a mocking laugh.

Locke laughed and said, "I just wanted to teach her a lesson. Stealing in the East District is quite dangerous. If she gets caught one day, she might lose her life."

"The sneer you gave Mick speaks volumes about your intentions; you don't need to explain to me."

Eileen mocked again.

Locke wasn't angry, and asked lightly,

"Do you remember who took me to steal from the Deer black market?"

“Only theft by despicable people can be called theft. As noble as I am, I merely take what I need. It is their honor to serve me.”

Eileen raised her head proudly and gave Locke a disdainful look.

"I don't know who I'm doing this for."

While the two, a man and a cat, were bickering, they had already left the Wells neighborhood.

When the little girl discovered that Locke's wallet was empty and all her money had been stolen, she turned around to look for Locke, the culprit, but he was nowhere to be seen.

"Damn it! It's a venomous snake even more dangerous than me!"

In Kosork, "venomous snake" is a general term for thieves, robbers, and bandits.

Locke and Eileen braved the wind and snow to return home. Locke took off his top hat and shook the snow off it.

"Locke, you're finally back."

Hannah took off his coat and scarf and led him to the fireplace.

Locke smiled at Hannah, "I remember I said there would be a ball today, you don't need to wait for me to come back."

“Yes, I remember you were invited to the ball hosted by the Earl, but I have something else to tell you.”

Hannah wore a smug smile, and Locke knew what that smile meant.

"Let me guess, you've found a new job?"

Locke asked.

"Do you remember the gentleman we met last time who was being harassed by a conman?"

"Hannah asked."

"I remember, it was someone like you, a reporter, but you're not a reporter anymore. Did you meet?"

Locke asked curiously.

Eileen the black cat licked her paws. "What a long buildup. All I've got is a new job as a reporter."

Hannah didn't understand what Eileen was saying. She patted Eileen's fluffy head and said with a smile,

"Yes, I met him. Guess what wonderful story unfolded between us?"

"A beautiful story? Did he propose to you?"

Locke showed an exaggerated expression of surprise.

Hannah rolled her eyes at him.

“Your sister’s charm isn’t that great yet. We’ve only met twice! I ran into him at the entrance of a coffee shop after my job interview today.”

"and then?"

"Then I chatted with him for a while, and he recommended that I go to the Tumen Times. I thought he was joking, but it turned out to be true. He took me to meet Anna Laro, the new editor of the Tumen Times! Surprisingly, Anna Laro knew that I had written the report on the West End water pollution last time."

Hannah's eyes lit up when she mentioned Anna Lalo, as if she had found a new professional idol.

"So you got a new job as a journalist?"

Locke asked.

"That's right, I got a job as a reporter! And it's the Tumen Times! It feels like a dream come true; I never imagined I could get back into journalism."

Hannah stood up excitedly.

Locke also stood up, and together with the cheerful Hannah, they held hands and spun around twice.

This is a habit Hannah has maintained since childhood: when she's excited, she can't help but want to spin around.

"childish."

Eileen couldn't help but complain about her servants, thinking they really lacked the temperament of nobles, being so happy just because they got a job.

"madness."

Rebecca couldn't help but complain about her owners, thinking they really lacked intelligence, being so happy to be used as pawns.