Becoming a god by raising witches

"not good."

Boyd stopped the carriage, and Locke had already given chase.

Wearing red dancing shoes, Kona ran at an extraordinary speed and quickly disappeared into the crowd.

Chapter 123, The Bait Released

Kona's scent was quickly overwhelmed by a variety of other smells. Crowded streets are the easiest places to hide scents, so Locke needed to concentrate and search carefully.

Large beads of sweat appeared on Locke's forehead, and a sharp pain shot through his head.

This is because he used the Heart of Dreams multiple times in a row without resting and then acted directly.

His intuition told him he couldn't continue pursuing it.

Boyd quickly caught up with Locke in the crowd and noticed Locke's weakened state.

"Locke, don't worry, we'll find her. Now go back, you need to rest."

"No, I'm worried there might be new variables."

“Don’t worry, even if there are new variables, we can handle them. I just marked Kona, so no matter where she runs, I can find her.”

"What mark?"

Locke asked curiously. Along the way, he and Boyd escorted Kona together, but he did not see Boyd make any markings or even have much contact with her. Since she was just an ordinary fourteen-year-old girl, neither of them paid much attention to it.

The only time Boyd interacted with Kona was when he thoughtfully gave her a cup of black tea and made her drink it.

"Could it be that cup of tea?"

Locke suddenly realized.

Boyd nodded. "Yes, as long as she drinks the tea I offer, I can find her wherever she goes. If she returns the dancing shoes to the person behind the scenes, we might even be able to find that mysterious person."

"So you let Kona go on purpose?"

Locke asked.

Boyd nodded again. "Yes, we have to release the bait."

Locke couldn't help but admire Boyd; he truly was a veteran investigator.

“Besides observing Kona, we can also investigate the population records of the Rose Theatre to see who sent Kona and when she became Miss Levy’s assistant. I believe it’s no coincidence that Kona was able to take the ballet shoes the moment Miss Levy took off her red shoes.”

Locke offered his opinion.

“Yes, that’s a good idea. We can split up. I’ll be in charge of hunting down Kona, and you’ll be in charge of investigating the people at the Rose Theater.”

Boyd said appreciatively.

Locke nodded, then asked hesitantly, "Boyd, Kona is also a woman, are you sure you're okay with that?"

"Don't worry, she hasn't developed into a real woman yet, there's no problem, just like with Angela."

Boyd said with a mournful face.

"I will keep this a secret for you, and I will never tell Angela."

Locke said with a smile.

"Remember, you need to rest. The investigation isn't urgent."

Boyd patted Locke on the shoulder.

Locke nodded.

Boyd left, while Locke returned to the Rose Theatre by carriage.

After resting for a while in the carriage, Locke opened his eyes again and saw a black cat standing on his shoulder.

"If you put in this much effort when you're cooking, I'll be very happy, my pet owner."

Eileen said calmly.

"Xiao Ai, why are you here?"

"As your mentor, I have a duty to remind you that frequent use of strange objects or your own strange abilities will create a mental burden. The heavier the mental burden, the easier it is for you to lose control. Your desires in a certain area will be amplified to the point that you can no longer control them and become a monster."

Eileen said seriously.

Locke swallowed hard.

"I'm just mentally exhausted."

"Mental exhaustion is the first step. Remember, as a person with strange abilities from a mutated system, you must always keep a clear mind and full of energy, and not let yourself fall into exhaustion."

"Okay, I remember."

Locke actually gained his strange abilities through the system, but he couldn't tell Eileen that.

Furthermore, he cannot guarantee that the abilities granted by the system will prevent him from losing control.

To better understand these strange abilities, Locke pressed for more information.

What are the specific manifestations of losing control?

“Mental fatigue, mental exhaustion, and then mental collapse. The mental world is filled with certain desires, and the body undergoes mutations. The mutations that occur in each person who loses control are different. You can judge by your skin. If scales grow on your skin, it starts to rot, or it oozes pus, it means that you have lost control.”

Erin said.

"Ah."

Locke immediately checked the skin on his arm and found it was all normal, so he breathed a long sigh of relief.

The system is unlikely to allow itself to spiral out of control.

"Go back, you need to rest."

Eileen said the same thing as Boyd.

"Actually, I took a nap and now I don't feel tired at all. I can continue working."

Locke laughed.

Why are you in such a hurry? Is it because of that thing you can't do anything about?

"Eileen asked."

"Yes, I need to hurry. After completing this task, we can go find a new witch to accumulate power for you."

Locke said honestly.

Eileen gently tapped the cat's head and placed her furry paw on Locke's head.

Locke had a strange feeling, as if a cat had crawled into his mind and was swimming in the ocean of his consciousness.

A moment later, the black cat withdrew its paw.

"Your mental state is fine, you can continue. It seems I underestimated you."

Locke saw the surprise on Eileen's face, and he felt a little smug.

Is my inner world different from that of ordinary people?

“I see you’re regretting not having slept with Miss Levy Bilal.”

"You are making a false accusation."

"Heh, you despicable cat owner."

Locke blushed slightly, not expecting that Eileen had even seen this; she really didn't leave him any privacy at all.

After all, he had entered Miss Levy's dream world countless times, and became her lover in the dream. He had seen everything he should and shouldn't have seen, so it's normal for him to have some thoughts, right?

Locke would only doubt himself if he had absolutely no ideas.

However, having his thoughts seen through by a beautiful woman was undoubtedly a social disaster, and even the thick-skinned Locke felt slightly embarrassed.

Locke returned to the Rose Theater with the black cat, entering through the back door as usual.

"Yes, Miss Jacqueline's lover. I've arranged to meet her."

Locke used the same reason, and the 2.6-meter-tall female doorman smiled and said...

“You’ve come at just the right time; Miss Jacqueline was just about to go out.”

The doorman stepped aside from her tall, imposing figure, and a stunningly beautiful woman, dressed in elegant attire and heavily made up, smiled at Locke.

"How come I don't remember having such a young and handsome lover?"

"Miss Jacqueline?"

Although this was the second time Locke had met the real Jacqueline, he had previously peeked at Boyd's treasured photo album and was extremely familiar with Jacqueline.

This was his second time being exposed for his deception today.

The female doorman's expression turned hostile. "So you were lying to me all along?"

“Celia, don’t be so rude. It’s not good to frighten this young gentleman.”

Jacqueline covered his face with his feather fan and said with a light laugh.

The doorman named Celia didn't say anything more and stepped back behind her.

Jacqueline extended her hand, which was gloved with lace. Locke took Jacqueline's hand, gently poked her wrist, and completed the hand-kissing ceremony.