Becoming a god by raising witches

Princess Frida took the hand warmer and said that her hand warmer was made of deerskin, with several sparkling gems inlaid on it, making it look very valuable.

Locke looked at her attire and asked suspiciously,

"You're not planning to go to the Ur district like this, are you?"

"Of course, am I not low-key enough? I'm wearing a very common dress, the cheapest diamond necklace, the cheapest ruby ​​earrings, and only three rings on my hand. This umbrella is also a very ordinary parasol."

Princess Frida believed she had been discreet enough that no one would recognize her.

Locke wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.

“Your Highness, this outfit is not suitable for hunting.”

"The hunting equipment is available at the reindeer farm. We can change there, so don't worry."

Princess Frida said with a smile.

"To get to the Ur district, you have to go through the Pet Street area, which is a mixed bag. If Your Highness is dressed like this, it's hard to guarantee that you won't be targeted by thugs."

Locke said seriously.

"What do you mean? I'm dressed so simply, yet I'm being targeted? Is it because of my beauty?"

Princess Frida covered her pretty face.

Locke suppressed the urge to retort and said, "You probably misunderstand the meaning of simplicity. You need to dress like me to be considered simple."

"A cheap coat, an unbranded lining, shabby shoes, a hat given away on sale at a department store, and a black umbrella that he picked up from who-knows-where."

Frida squinted at Locke, her tone full of disdain.

"I'd rather die than dress like you."

“Your Highness, in the West End, if I dress like this, I will be seen as a wealthy gentleman. You can imagine how the common people would view you if you went out dressed like this.”

Locke said honestly.

At that moment, Sieg, Angela, and Dimo ​​were gathered at the second-floor window, quietly watching the commotion.

“Princess Frida seems to have become attached to Locke. Poor Locke, if he dares to take the princess to the West End, the Queen will definitely punish him severely.”

Angela shook her head and sighed.

"Probably not, the Queen won't know, as long as we keep it a secret."

Sieg said.

"Yes, you see, Locke has it tough too. If he hadn't agreed to Princess Frida's request, he might have been punished by her on the spot."

Dimo took a sip of his drink and said.

"As your partner, shouldn't you help Locke?"

Sieg turned to look at Boyd, who was reading a book.

Boyd nodded slightly. "I will pray to the goddess for Locke's safety."

"That's really unfair of you. You should have gone to help Locke out of that predicament."

Sieg said with a smile.

"Why don't you go?"

Angela looked up at Sieg.

Sieg touched his silver pocket watch. "I need to go back early today so I can meet Lux in my dreams."

"Sig, it's still daytime!"

Angela rolled her eyes at him.

Sieg shrugged. "Who said you can't dream during the day? Lux can see handsome me when she takes her afternoon nap."

"Robson, how can you tolerate being partners with someone like that?"

Angela sighed.

Robson blushed and scratched his head. "Senior Sieg is actually quite nice most of the time."

Listening to his colleagues' conversation upstairs, Locke smiled and suggested to Frida,

“Your Highness, if you decide to go to the Reindeer Farm, then you must listen to me.”

"What do you think."

"First of all, you must dress simply, according to my standards."

"Secondly, bring my companions with me. They are all highly skilled veteran investigators. With them, the princess's safety can be guaranteed."

"Finally, I will plan the route, and you cannot get off along the way."

Locke said.

Frida stroked her chin and nodded slightly. "Well, this is troublesome, but I won't wear men's clothes."

"Ah."

Locke smiled and turned to look at his colleagues on the second floor.

Half an hour later, Sieg, Robson, Angela, and Dimmel, along with Locke, Frida, and her maid Natal, squeezed into a regular carriage drawn by two date palm horses.

Frida wore a simple ruffled long dress, a white fur cape, and a snow hat. Her necklace was replaced by a scarf, and the jewels on her hands were replaced by thick gloves. She looked like an ordinary young lady from a wealthy family.

"Locke, I have never been so down and out."

Frida said with dissatisfaction.

"Your Highness, you still exude an air of nobility."

Sieg said with a smile.

Frida slightly raised her eyes and looked at Sieg. "Do I know you?"

“I am Sig Bruce, you have met me before.”

Sieg said.

"Ah."

Frida thought Sieg was handsome and charming.

However, she wouldn't actively approach such a man, because she already had too many suitors.

"Locke, you shouldn't have called us."

Wearing a princess dress, Angela complained, "If I don't complete the task assigned by the director, you'll be punished for me later."

"The bureau chief never punishes people, he only deducts their wages."

Dimo reminded him.

“Isn’t protecting Her Highness the Princess more important than your mission? Angela, please prioritize.”

Locke closed his eyes to rest and said calmly.

Angela discovered that Locke had begun to exhibit the shamelessness of Sieg, perhaps because the two often hung out together.

"Your partner is clearly Boyd, why didn't you call him? Why did you have to call us?"

“Boyd is at least praying for me, while you guys are just watching the show. Of course I have to call you all.”

Locke said in a low voice.

"What are you whispering about? Can't I listen?"

Frida looked at Locke and Angela.

Locke immediately looked up and said with a smile, "Angela is praising your beauty. She said she has never seen anyone as beautiful as you. You look good in anything, and she wishes she could have a figure like yours."

Upon hearing Locke's praise, Frida unconsciously straightened her posture, making her chest stand even more upright.

“Angela, you have excellent taste. There is no woman in this world more perfect than me.”

Haha, I can't find another woman more narcissistic than you.

Locke inwardly grumbled.

Angela also looked constipated.

Because she was Princess Frida, who was willful and spoiled and would whip and kick people at the drop of a hat, Angela could only silently endure it.

"These carriage seats are so hard, how long are we going to sit here? Could you please get some softer cushions?"

Frida started complaining after the carriage had traveled less than 10 meters.

"Your Highness, you said you would listen to me."

Locke looked at Frida.

Frida snorted, drew back the curtains, and looked outside at Jerry running alongside the carriage.

"Poor Suad II, why didn't you let him ride in the carriage too?"

"The carriage is already full; if it gets on, someone will have to get off."

Locke reminded him.

Frida glanced around the carriage, her gaze moving from the silent, head-down Robson to the drunken Dimmel, and finally pointing at Dimmel.