Becoming a god by raising witches

"Can't you tell that he suspects me?"

Renis snatched the owl from her shoulder and slammed it onto the table. Dark, thick shadows spread out from all directions, entangling the owl.

The owl cried out in despair, but its call was quickly swallowed by the shadows.

A moment later, the owl, barely clinging to life, flew back into its cage.

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Chapter 116, The Busy Sheriff

Locke left the Bureau of Investigation and went home first, placing all the documents in front of Eileen.

"Xiao Ai, look what I brought back for you!"

Eileen raised an eyebrow slightly. "What is this? Are you using this place as a trash can?"

Seeing that his cat was about to get angry, Locke opened the contents of the document.

“Look, these are all cases involving witches. Didn’t you tell me to use my connections with the Bureau of Paranormal Investigations to find witches? I’ve taken your words to heart.”

Eileen narrowed her eyes and glanced at the contents of the document.

"It's impossible to tell if they're real or fake, but they're all cases from a long time ago, and it will take time to investigate them. Was this a task assigned to you by your chief?"

"Yes, it was Renis who gave me this task."

"Have you done something strange?"

"Eileen asked."

"I asked Boyd about the Shadow Witch today."

Locke answered truthfully, "I was just bumped into by Renis. Boyd said she would be single for life, so I got dragged into it."

"It's not that he dragged you down, it's that you dragged him down. Renis has become suspicious. She wants to use these cases to test you, to see if you really have the ability to identify witches. If you really have that ability, you can expect to be silenced."

Eileen said calmly.

Locke was stunned. He hadn't expected this. He had naively thought that Rhaenys was just trying to make things difficult for him.

"So, do you have the ability to identify witches?"

The black cat's face showed a human-like expression.

Locke swallowed hard. "Are you kidding me? How could I possibly have that kind of ability?"

Heh, I won't believe any of you witches!

Locke thought to himself.

"That's good. For you right now, having such an ability is not a good thing; it will only bring disaster."

As Eileen spoke, she carefully flipped through the documents.

"So what do I do now? Aren't these cases going to be dealt with?"

Locke asked.

"Didn't the investigators investigate these cases before? They couldn't find any results and just let it go. Why do you care? Of course, you still need to pretend on the surface. After all, you have a teammate, Boyd. You can listen to him in everything. He tells you how to investigate, and you do it."

Eileen leisurely picked up a cup of black tea and said.

Locke suddenly remembered Boyd's face and nodded. "It's said that Boyd can't complete many investigations because he's always had bad luck."

"As for me, I can quietly go and find out what's going on first. If I really encounter a witch, I won't get involved with you."

Eileen said calmly.

"Okay, I hope you recover soon."

As Locke spoke, he opened the door, preparing to go out again.

"where are you going?"

"I'm going to the West End, um, to patronize Mrs. Amor's business and see some old friends. Today is my day off."

Locke said.

“Locke, although I know you sympathize with those ants living at the bottom of society, I have to remind you that if you speak out about that matter, it will not do anyone any good.”

Eileen reminded her.

Locke knew what Eileen was talking about; she was warning him not to reveal the Queen's intention to start a war.

He nodded slightly. "I understand."

After saying goodbye to Eileen, Locke took the tram to the Trey Bridge area, crossed the bridge by carriage, and first went to the youth apartment to check on his old classmate Leibá Riddle's progress in developing a bicycle. Leibá Riddle truly lived up to his reputation as a mechanical genius; after Locke fully explained the concept of the bicycle, he had already built a bicycle with a rather modern style. Locke offered several suggestions for improvement, which Leibá Riddle found enlightening, and he once again praised Locke's talent.

After leaving the youth apartment, Locke headed to Pete Street and first visited Old Tom's apartment.

Mrs. Amour was still sewing clothes when Locke brought two bags of flour up to her house and put them there.

"Locke, how can I accept this? Food prices are so high now, and we stockpiled some when it was still cheap."

Mrs. Amour put down the clothes she was holding and walked over to Locke.

Lizzie and Lisa looked at Locke shyly. They did indeed have a crush on this handsome neighbor, especially after he moved away and a slovenly old man moved in next door, which made them miss Locke even more.

“I know Lucy from Baker’s Bakery. I can get flour from her at a very low price. Don’t be shy with me.”

"Lo... Locke, I heard you became a sheriff. Congratulations."

Lisa stammered.

Lizzie timidly replied, "Yes, yes, although many sheriffs are bad, I believe you must be a good sheriff."

She seemed to realize she had said the wrong thing and immediately covered her mouth.

Locke smiled slightly at the two sisters. "Lizzie, it's so good to see you're all better. Lisa, are you going to school?"

"I went to school. The school is very good."

Lisa said excitedly.

Mrs. Amour watched Locke talking with her two daughters, a smile of satisfaction spreading across her face.

After asking Lisa a few simple questions, Locke, fearing that the two young women, full of youthful hormones, might misunderstand, shifted his gaze to Mrs. Amor.

"Mrs. Amor, I estimate that the price of grain will drop in a while. Please be sure to buy more and stock up when that time comes."

"Why, why?"

Mrs. Amour looked at Locke with a puzzled expression.

"I saw three-tailed rats on the street a while ago. Three-tailed rats mean that there will be a year of disaster, so it's good to prepare more food and stockpile it."

Some Kosork folklore holds that the appearance of three-tailed rats inevitably leads to famine, hence Locke's statement.

Mrs. Amour covered her mouth in surprise.

"A three-tailed rat? This should be told to the church."

“I go to church to pray every day, and I have already told Father Buster, so you don’t need to worry.”

Locke immediately added.

Mrs. Amour nodded and decided to use her meager savings to buy more grain, but of course, she had to wait until the price of grain dropped.

Locke bid farewell to Mrs. Amor and her family and went to the apartment where his former friends Parker and Parra lived.

"Locke, what brings you here?"

I thought you went to the East District and would never come back.

Parker and Parra opened the door warmly, wanting to invite Locke into their smelly apartment for a while.

Locke had never thought the smell here was so unpleasant before, but now he felt he couldn't stand it for another second, thanks to his incredibly keen sense of smell.

"Oh, that damn Sieg, do you know him? An arrogant old sheriff, he actually made me deal with the corpses in the sewers. I still can't forget the smell. I feel the stench of decay following me. I'm not going in. I have to go on duty later. Poor sheriff, he never has a free day."

Locke used a white lie to cover up his act of covering his nose.

"Well, the job of a sheriff is not something everyone can do, especially with so many homeless people freezing to death this year."

Parker said.

"Since you're so busy, what brings you here?"

Para raised an eyebrow and asked. Although Locke complained that the job of a sheriff was hard, it still sounded like he was showing off to Para, since he and Parker had only recently lost their jobs.

“I heard that a friend of mine from the past needs help.”

Locke took out 2000 Micks and placed them in Parker's hand.

"Don't let Para run into him, or he'll go buy more wine or patronize Miss Jenny again."

"Locke, how do you have so much money? Have you paid off your family's debts?"

Parker asked in surprise.

Para's eyes widened in disbelief.

He hadn't expected Locke to come to give the two brothers money. In fact, they were about to be evicted because they were behind on rent. They had asked many people for money, but no one could lend them any, not even Bedham from the butcher shop.

Those old friends were either as poor as they were, or struggling to make ends meet, or like Bedham, whose money was controlled by their parents and whom they could not help.