Becoming a god by raising witches

"What did you say? You want a great demon to scrub your back?!"

"Yes, after the back massage, we still need to go to the grain association."

Locke said with a smile, already lying in the warm bathtub.

Rebecca transformed into a burly man who was 3 meters tall, walked into the bathroom, and took out a toilet brush and a mop.

"Come on, let me see who needs a back scrub."

"Rebecca, is this how you treat your master?"

Locke narrowed his eyes.

Rebecca narrowed her eyes as well.

Immediately, she transformed into a hot, naked maid.

"Come on, my sweetheart."

Rebecca was kicked out of the bathroom.

She curled her lip and cursed.

"Rock Bemon, you must have a problem in that area, right?! Or are you just naturally attracted to men?"

"Please take a look in the mirror."

Locke's voice came from the bathroom.

Rebecca snorted, looked in the mirror, and realized that she had forgotten to change her face; she still looked like a 3-meter-tall, burly man.

This does look rather strange and incongruous.

But in any case, it's a good thing that we don't need to rub people's backs anymore.

Locke walked out of the bathroom after taking a shower and looked at Rebecca, who was disciplining her little mouse, with a look of disdain.

"Rebecca, could you please stop letting the mice live in the house?"

"Fine, fine, you miser. A mouse only takes up one hole in your wall. How much space can it use?"

"Let's go, transform into Hannah's appearance, we're going out to run some errands."

"Hannah? I don't want to become like that woman."

Rebecca tilted her head.

"are you going?"

"Humph."

Rebecca snorted and transformed into Hannah's appearance.

But she liked to play pranks, so she still wasn't wearing any clothes.

Locke covered his forehead with one hand and ordered her to put on her clothes quickly.

Eileen watched the show while eating snacks.

"Locke, you really do like flat-chested women."

"NO, I have not."

"So you like a figure like Miss Lucy's?"

Eileen smiled as she looked at Locke.

Locke had the feeling that he was being checked up on.

It's like having your own cat but then petting a cat from another place.

"Xiao Ai, do you want to go out with me?"

"You're starting to change the subject. Why should I be with a servant all the time?"

"Um... then you should just stay home and rest."

Locke made a sarcastic remark.

When they went out again, Locke and Rebecca, who had transformed into Hannah, went out together.

The two arrived at the Food Association, where Rebecca handed her identification and a letter of recommendation to the receptionist.

Upon seeing the signature on the recommendation letter, the receptionist immediately spoke to Rebecca with utmost respect.

Please fill out the application form.

"Ah."

Rebecca haughtily accepted the application form and handed it to Locke.

Locke didn't argue with her and looked at the contents of the application form.

These are two forms. The first is for applying to join the food association, and the second is for applying to become a food supplier.

Locke filled out the form and handed it to the staff.

After the staff member stamped the form, they placed it in the file.

"You can go back and wait for news. We will reply to you in three business days."

"OK, thanks."

Locke said.

Rebecca and Locke left the Food Association together.

Rebecca licked her lips. "Can I eat that person?"

"What's up with him?"

"Nothing much, it's just that his soul is exceptionally rich."

Rebecca swallowed.

"A succulent soul?"

Locke glanced at Rebecca suspiciously, recalling the staff member from earlier. He was plain-looking, with no distinctive features, of medium build, and wearing the uniform of the Food Association. There was nothing special about him. So how could his soul be so plump?

It seems like it's time to take Rebecca to a death row prison.

Yes, I have to apply to the director, otherwise I can't get in.

The director has started to suspect me and her. How can I dispel her doubts?

Make her more of her favorite foods? She's not Eileen, that won't work.

Locke was lost in thought, and after finishing his business, he headed back.

After returning home, he continued to cook Burgundy beef.

Eileen stood by, flipping through documents while acting as a supervisor.

"Xiao Ai, you really don't need to stay in the kitchen. I'll take it out as soon as I've finished cooking."

"No, I want to taste the first sip of the broth to judge the quality of the dish."

"What are you looking at?"

"Of the cases you brought back yesterday, I found one particularly interesting."

Chapter 118, C318 Red Shoes

Eileen pulled out document 1658 and handed it to Locke.

"Twelve children have gone missing in the western district. After three months of investigation, the sheriff has found no clues. Some homeless witnesses said they saw colorful mist appear before the children went missing, and there seemed to be a mysterious woman in the mist. They suspect that a witch who eats children has appeared."

"Could it really have been made by a witch?"

Locke asked, puzzled.

Eileen smiled. "Whether it was the work of a witch is still uncertain. What's interesting is that you take a look at the location where the incident occurred."

Locke carefully examined the case file and discovered that all the children had disappeared near Old Tom's apartment in the Pete neighborhood of the West End. As a result, the sheriffs had cordoned off the Old Pete neighborhood and conducted door-to-door inquiries.

Furthermore, the time of their disappearance was September 1449!

September 1449, the year Locke traveled to this world.

He recalled that sheriffs did come to search their house, but since Hannah was already a journalist, their behavior was not as rough as when they searched other homes.

Furthermore, three months prior, Hannah had reported her parents' disappearance. The sheriff in charge of the Pete neighborhood knew Hannah, so he didn't give them too much trouble.

It is said that other families paid the sheriffs a bribe to stop their raids, which were described as looting and vandalism.

“I remember this case. It seems like it was investigated for two or three months. In the end, the people of Pete Street wrote a joint complaint letter to the city government, which made the sheriffs stop the search. After that, it was dropped. I didn’t expect it to be transferred to the Bureau of Investigation.”

Locke, his memories stirred, spoke slowly.

"Take another look at the survey results and the people who conducted the survey."

[Investigator: Tops. Investigation results: No trace of the witch was found; human trafficking is suspected; transfer to the Fifth Sheriff's Court is recommended.]

[Outcome: The Fifth Sheriff's Court refused to take over the case.]

"Tops? Who is he?"