Becoming a god by raising witches

"Her Majesty the Queen."

Levy Bilal knelt down to pay her respects.

The Queen stepped down from her throne, helped her up, and embraced her, saying, "My sister, I've finally found you."

Levy Bilal felt a lump in her throat and burst into tears, feeling as if all the grievances she had suffered at the Rose Theatre over the years had been released.

"My sister, from now on, whatever you want, I will give you."

After becoming the Queen's sister, Levy's life changed completely.

She returned to the Rose Theatre and ordered those who had once held high positions to kneel before her.

She selected the most expensive jewelry and clothes at Kosork's largest department store.

She lived a life of extravagance and indulgence, and had four or five lovers.

Her walk-in closet was filled with gorgeous dresses and shoes of all styles.

She no longer needs to struggle, nor does she need the red dancing shoes.

She bent down, intending to take off her red dancing shoes and put on gorgeous, exquisite high heels to attend a court ball.

"and many more."

Just as she was about to take off her shoes, Locke reached out and stopped her.

“Princess Levy, these are your favorite red dancing shoes. You said you would always wear them. Why are you taking them off now?”

“I have so many beautiful shoes, I can’t wear this one all the time, can I? Besides, it looks outdated, and I haven’t danced in a long time.”

"That's what Levy Bilal said."

“Princess Levy, you need to think this through. Once you take it off, you won’t be able to dance so beautifully anymore.”

“What are you talking about? Even without it, I can have everything I want. Now everyone in the city knows me, Princess Levy, the Queen’s sister.”

Ignoring all advice, Levy Bilal took off her red dancing shoes...

Chapter 122, Thief and Swindler

At this moment, in the real world.

Levy Bilal, half-asleep, took off her red dancing shoes with a smile on her lips.

When Kona saw Rebi Bilal take off his beloved red dancing shoes, she looked surprised and curiously walked over, carefully reaching out to touch the shoes.

These are shoes that Miss Levy Bilal never lets herself touch, and she never takes them off even when she sleeps.

How could she bear to take it off today? And she looks like she's having a beautiful dream.

“These shoes really do look great; no wonder Miss Levy Bilal likes them so much.”

“My foot size is about the same as Miss Levy Bilal’s. May I try them on?”

"Just wear it quietly, quietly. Anyway, Miss Levy Pilar will be asleep, so she definitely won't notice."

Cona muttered to herself, holding the red dancing shoes, and left Miss Levy Bilal's dressing room.

Meanwhile, Locke, who was at the Bureau of Paranormal Investigations, also woke up.

“It’s a success! Miss Levy Bilal has taken off her red dancing shoes. Boyd, what should we do now?”

Locke asked.

"Do you remember where Miss Levy's lounge is?"

Boyd asked.

Locke nodded slightly. "I remember."

"Now we need to go to her dressing room and retrieve those red dancing shoes."

Boyd said.

"Then let's leave now."

Locke stood up, considering the distance between the Bureau of Investigation and the Rose Theater—15 minutes by train and 30 minutes by carriage—and asked,

"Is there a faster way? Like a teleportation array? Wizards should know how, right?"

"I'm sorry, I don't know it. That's very profound spatial magic, not my area of ​​expertise."

"Um, Boyd, you're a wizard, don't you have any other methods?"

"If there were no confidentiality agreement, I wouldn't mind letting you take a ride on a water train."

Boyd put down his teacup and spoke slowly.

"A water train? That sounds good."

Locke stroked his chin. "Is it about building a train using water? And then people can sit inside, and it can go faster than a rail train?"

"No, it's using water magic to send you directly to the Rose Theater."

Boyd slid his finger, and a small stream of water appeared in front of him. On the stream was a small figure resembling Locke. The stream rushed towards the figure and swept it away, vividly illustrating the "water train".

Locke swallowed hard and waved his hand. "Let's get in the car."

Boyd nodded slightly.

The two left the Bureau of Paranormal Investigations, boarded the railcar, and arrived at the Rose Theater station.

In order to avoid paying 2 silver coins again, Locke decided to enter through the back door.

Although he had only entered the Rose Theater once, he had already figured out its layout.

The back door is a safety passage specifically reserved for the actors to avoid being chased by fans and reporters.

Of course, some people with special status will also enter, such as the lovers of celebrities, who can also enter through the back door, but they have to give a 20-mcg tip.

"Please use the front door, guests."

The doorman at the back gate was a 2.6-meter-tall Uyghur woman. Because she had short hair, she looked no different from a man, and even more robust. At first glance, she looked like a brown bear.

“I am Miss Jacqueline’s lover, and this is my manservant.”

Locke explained directly that Boyd was not displeased by Locke's statement that he was his manservant; he maintained a dejected expression, making it impossible to tell what he was thinking.

"Miss Jacqueline?"

The tall female doorman frowned. Most people would feel inexplicably guilty and timid upon seeing her expression, but Locke did not; he possessed a high level of professionalism.

"Yes, Miss Jacqueline invited me tonight. This is a tip."

Locke took out 50 Micks and put them into the doorman's pocket.

Only then did the bear-like female doorman smile and let the two inside.

"Have a good time with Miss Jacqueline, oh, and Baron Lagro is in there too."

"Thank you, I won't bother Baron Lagro; I'll wait until they're finished."

Locke said with a smile.

They walked through the dimly lit corridor to the actors' rest area.

This time, Boyd did not refuse to go with Locke, probably because he knew that Miss Levy Billar was already asleep and there would be no chance of contact.

Locke led Boyd to Miss Levy's private lounge.

Since the door was locked, without the key, the only option was to knock and have Miss Levy Bilal open the door from the inside.

Locke glanced at Boyd.

Boyd conjured a key from water and unlocked the door.

The two quietly entered Miss Levy Bilal's room.

Levy Bilal was lying in bed asleep, seemingly still lost in a wonderful princess dream, a smile always playing on her lips.

The red dancing shoes on her feet were gone.

Locke and Boyd searched her lounge but couldn't find the red dancing shoes.

"The red dancing shoes have been taken."

Boyd frowned.

"It's been taken? Oh no."

Locke immediately thought of Levy Bilal's female assistant, Cona.

That girl, who had just turned 14, seemed to have always longed to stand on the stage. She must have been tempted by the red dancing shoes and taken them with her.

"Locke, who are you thinking of?"

Boyd asked.

"Kona, we must find her now."

"Finding people isn't my forte. We need ritual magic. Do you own any of her belongings?"

Boyd asked.

Locke looked around Levy Bilal's lounge but couldn't find anything belonging to his assistant, Cona.