Becoming a god by raising witches

“Beautiful Ms. Jacqueline, I’m sorry to have used your name. I hope I haven’t offended you.”

“I’m not unhappy at all. It’s a pleasant thing to be admired by such a handsome young man like you. I don’t mind developing a real relationship with you.”

Jacqueline winked at Locke.

The black cat raised its proud head and said calmly,

"Her strong perfume smells make me uncomfortable, human, end the conversation with her."

"I'm sorry to disappoint Miss Jacqueline, but I have no such plans. I'm actually here to investigate a case."

Locke produced his identification.

"Please take me to the person in charge of the Rose Theater, thank you."

Jacqueline and Serena exchanged a glance, then she dropped her flamboyant smile, lifted her skirt, and turned around.

“Investigator, please follow me.”

In Kosork, the investigator is the same as the senior sheriff.

Although the people at the Rose Theater looked down on ordinary sheriffs, seeing that Locke was so young to become a senior sheriff, they would more or less guess that he must have a powerful family behind him, otherwise how could he become an investigator at such a young age?

Jacqueline led Locke to Mr. Jusis Barty, the manager of the Rose Theatre.

"Mr. Jusis, this young investigator is looking for you."

Jusis Barty frowned slightly as he looked at Locke.

"What's the matter?"

In fact, the Rose Theatre often encountered sheriffs coming to question them because some guests would mysteriously disappear. They would either get drunk and collapse on the street, have their clothes stolen by homeless people, and freeze to death on the road, or die in bed due to excessive indulgence. But Jusis Barty could handle these minor matters very well and never let the Rose Theatre have to close down for rectification.

Therefore, Jusis Batty felt a sense of superiority when facing the investigators.

He believed he could manipulate them at will because of the powerful figures behind him.

"Hello, I'm investigating the theft of Miss Levy Bilal's ballet shoes. The suspect is Miss Kona from the Rose Theatre. I need to check Kona's file."

"So it was about Levy Bilal."

When Jusis Batty heard that the report came from someone in his own theater, and that it was for something as trivial as theft, his expression softened slightly, and he gave a faint smile.

"In that case, come with me."

Locke followed Jusis Batty into Jusis Batty's office, with Jacqueline following beside him.

She seemed to have nothing to do, or perhaps she was simply interested in Locke.

Jusis Batty found Cona's file in the drawer.

"Is this Kona's information? Has Kona escaped now?"

"Thank you."

Locke did not answer Jusis Barty's question, but instead began to look at the files on his own.

Cona entered the Rose Theatre in 1448, four years ago, when she was only 10 years old. She was brought there by a man named Mario.

"Who is this Mario to Cona?"

Locke asked.

"Mario is Cona's father," said Jusis Batty.

"Kona's father?"

Locke looked at Jusis Batty suspiciously, and Jusis Batty nodded.

"Yes, he claims to be Kona's father, but as for whether they are related by blood, I don't know."

Do you remember what this person looked like?

Locke asked.

"I don't know about that. You should ask Miss Molly. Miss Molly is in charge of the theater staff."

Jusis Barty turned to the servant beside him who had been very quiet and ordered, "Go and call Miss Molly."

The servant nodded slightly and withdrew.

Soon, a middle-aged woman with a beautiful face, wrapped in a gray fox fur coat, wearing a gorgeous Rococo-style long dress and a green gemstone necklace, appeared in everyone's sight. This was Miss Molly, whom Jusis Barty had mentioned.

Miss Molly, adorned with jewels, smiled at Locke. She reached out to lift Locke's chin, but Locke stepped back in refusal.

Nevertheless, her eyes still revealed admiration and covetousness.

She's lusting after your good looks.

The black cat on Locke's shoulder gave a reminder.

I know, so being too charming isn't necessarily a good thing.

Locke answered in his mind that he recognized that look.

"Miss Molly, do you remember what Mario, the man who brought Cona here, looks like?"

"I asked Jusis Batty."

Molly glanced at Jacqueline first, then her gaze returned to Locke's face.

"If you ask me, I will remember."

"That's exactly what this young investigator wants to know, Miss Molly."

Jusis Batty said matter-of-factly that he was not in a superior-subordinate relationship with Ms. Molly, who managed the theater's personnel, because Ms. Molly was the mistress of the behind-the-scenes boss.

This Ms. Molly was also a very lecherous person, and she often had intimate interactions with the male actors in the theater.

Jusis Barty knew that Ms. Molly's favorite age group was sixteen or seventeen-year-old boys because they were the most energetic.

“Okay, I remember now. He was a tall man, but not as tall as Celia, because he wasn’t a Viss. He was a York, and he had a heavy York accent.”

"Tall stature, could you be more specific?"

Locke asked.

"That winter, he came in a sled pulled by sled dogs, wearing a thick coat and snow on his felt hat. He brought three girls, one of whom was Kona. He was about 1.89 meters tall, or about 1.88 meters tall excluding the thickness of his boots. He had a noticeable scar on his face, a nose ring on his ear, gray eyes, short brown hair, a pointed nose, and a long face, something like that."

Ms. Molly described Mario in such detail that Locke felt as if the man were right in front of him.

Locke looked at her suspiciously.

"Ms. Molly, how do you remember something from four years ago so clearly?"

"Of course, it's because I have an excellent memory. I remember everyone I've met, including you, handsome investigator. If anyone asks me about you in the future, I'll tell them that on a sunny day, I met an incredibly handsome young investigator. He was wearing a black trench coat and a top silk hat, and he had an extraordinary temperament and elegant demeanor."

Ms. Molly reached out and placed her hand on Locke's collar.

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Locke took two steps back, putting some distance between himself and Ms. Molly.

Who are the other two girls Mario sent?

“Eliza and Ella, but if you want to find them, you’ll probably have to go to the cemetery. Eliza died of illness five years ago, and Ella fled the Rose Theatre three years ago and died in a blizzard.”

Molly smiled and withdrew her hand, adjusting her mesh hat.

"Excuse me, sir investigator, is there anything else I can do to help you?"

It sounds like the three girls aren't Mario's daughters; this Mario gives Locke the impression of being a human trafficker.

If it's human traffickers, then it shouldn't have anything to do with the Red Shoes.

Perhaps the investigation should focus not on the person who brought Cona to the Rose Theater, but on the people Cona had previously come into contact with, so the key is still to find Cona.

Having reached this conclusion, Locke did not linger at the Rose Theatre. He bid farewell to Jusis Barty, Jacqueline, and Molly and left in a hurry.

He heard the three people talking behind him.

Jusis Batty: "What a young guy. I'm curious about the forces behind him."

Molly: "I like his face, Jacqueline, and you do too, right?"

Jacqueline: "He'll come again."

In the theater's rest area, Locke suddenly felt a wave of drowsiness wash over him, and he swayed and collapsed to the ground.

The black cat, Eileen, jumped off him, her fluffy head looking around before finally running away on her short legs.

A man wearing a brown hood hid the unconscious Locke inside the hood and turned to leave.

Eileen quietly followed behind.

They saw the hooded man drag Locke into a room.

A sign hangs at the entrance that reads "Levy Bilal's Lounge".

When Locke opened his eyes again, his body was bound to a chair with ropes.

Levy Bilal, holding a fruit knife, sat on Locke's lap and lifted his chin.

"Who are you? Why did you take my things?"

"Miss Levy?"