Becoming a god by raising witches

“You seem to be in good physical condition. Why don’t you go down and bring Suad II on?”

"Okay, Your Highness Princess."

Dimo wasn't angry; he took the opportunity to slip away.

"Your Highness, you mustn't do this."

Angela was a little angry. Dimo ​​was her partner, and she couldn't stand seeing others bully him.

"Ok?"

Frida raised an eyebrow, looking at Angela.

"Are you teaching me what to do?"

“Princess Frida, you said that you must follow my instructions along the way, otherwise we will send you back immediately, and I believe Her Majesty the Queen will reward us for it.”

Locke opened his eyes and said calmly.

Frida pouted, "Fine, you decide."

Frida's head maid was stunned. She looked at Locke in surprise.

It's unbelievable that besides Her Majesty the Queen, there is someone else in this world who can control Princess Frida.

Angela breathed a sigh of relief and tugged at Dimo's sleeve.

Dimo sat back down, sighing inwardly at the loss of a chance to escape.

The carriage crossed the Trey Bridge and gradually moved away from the East End toward the West End.

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Chapter 130, Partners of Justice

Princess Frida's head maid, Natal, is an older maid in her thirties. She is not as outstanding as Frida, but she is still considered pretty among ordinary girls, and is the type that Sieg admires.

Throughout the journey, Sieg would intentionally or unintentionally strike up conversations with her, making Natal feel a long-lost flutter in her heart.

Locke, seeing through Sieg's intentions, had to whisper a reminder to Sieg.

“Natal’s identity is special; don’t play with fire.”

"Don't worry, I have a measure."

“Natal was born into the Hawkins family, and she once swore to be loyal to Princess Frida forever. If you can make her fall in love with you and then ask Princess Frida for your hand, you will most likely become Her Highness’s manservant forever.”

Hawkins is from an old noble family in the Kingdom of Tumen. Hawkins likes to send his family members to serve high-ranking officials in the royal palace in order to seek more benefits for the family.

For example, the Queen's head maid also had the surname Hawkins, and she was Natal's cousin.

Sieg looked at Locke in surprise. Locke, who previously knew nothing about court etiquette, now seemed to know more than he did.

Locke straightened up and continued to explain to Princess Frida the precautions to take when traveling in the West End.

He was able to learn so much about the relationships between nobles and royalty, thanks to Eileen, of course.

However, if Locke were to live in the Queen's District for a month, he would likely gain a fairly good understanding of the area, since he can hear secrets that others cannot.

Frida drew back the carriage curtains and looked curiously at everything in the West End.

The first area we passed was the Trey Bridge area, which was bustling with activity. Rows of houses and shops were neatly arranged, and the roads were half the width of those in the East District, but still relatively smooth.

Two sheriffs are chasing a homeless man who has stolen something, with a panting old gentleman following behind them.

"Quick, catch that thief, that damned vagrant!"

"Don't run! Thief, you can't escape!"

"Get out of the way."

The sheriffs pushed through the crowd and chased after them.

Frida glanced at Locke,

Aren't you going down to help?

“This kind of thing is common in the West End. The sheriffs will handle it. We don’t need to help.”

Locke drew the curtains to prevent anyone from seeing Frida's beauty and becoming lustful.

Frida pouted and drew back the curtains, her gaze fixed on the two sheriffs.

"Quickly, carriage, turn the horses around! I want to see if the sheriff has caught the thief yet."

Frida said happily.

"No, we can't deviate from the planned route."

Locke said seriously.

"But, but I want to see the result."

Frida stomped her foot.

The carriage continued its journey.

"So, do you still want to hunt?"

"Yes, I want to! But I want to see the result. I am a princess, I don't need to make a choice. If you don't tell me the result, I'll get off the train now."

Frida said willfully.

"Did I tell you not to reveal your identity as a princess on the street? You are just a young lady from the Yumi family now."

Locke reminded him again.

Frida stamped her foot. "If you don't tell me the result, I won't be a young lady of the Yumi family anymore. I want to be a princess again!"

Locke wiped the sweat from his brow and realized that Frida was indeed very difficult to deal with.

The maid Natal advised, "Your Highness, you can't be so willful. We should listen to Mr. Bemon."

"Okay, no need to follow along, I'll tell you the result."

"Those are thieves disguised as vagrants. They will take off their disguise in the alley ahead, put on decent clothes, and come out. The two sheriffs will grab a vagrant lying on the ground, barely alive, and hand him over to the old gentleman. That's the result."

Locke, who was very familiar with the situation in the West End, said.

Angela, Robson, Frida, and Natal all stared wide-eyed, unable to believe that this was the end.

"Locke, how did you know?"

Angela asked.

"I've seen this kind of thing many times, so I naturally know it."

Locke answered calmly.

He had barely finished speaking when he saw two sheriffs dragging a emaciated homeless man into the old gentleman's presence outside the window.

"Caught."

"Thank you, but wait, where's my money? Why haven't I found my money?"

"This cunning thief, we don't know where he's hiding. Let's take him back for questioning."

"hateful!!!"

Angela clenched her small fists, ready to rush down and argue with the two sheriffs, but Dimo ​​grabbed her hand.

“Angela, we have more important things to do now.”

Angela glanced at Princess Frida and then lowered her head.

Frida frowned and shouted.

"Incompetent sheriff, you've arrested the wrong person. He's not the homeless man from before at all. Although he's dressed in the same tattered clothes, the two of them look completely different."

The two sheriffs in blue uniforms turned around and saw Frida in the carriage.

They exchanged a glance, and one of the burly sheriffs walked over and slammed his hand on the carriage. “Where did these busybodies come from? Obstructing the sheriff’s work, believe me or not, I’ll arrest you all.”

In the West End, they had never seen anyone who wasn't afraid of the sheriff.

No one has ever dared to question them so openly that they arrested the wrong person.

The sheriff glared menacingly at Frida.

Frida frowned slightly. "You incompetent bastard, how dare you look at me like that? Believe me or not, I'll gouge out your eyes and use them as marbles."

Natal couldn't take it anymore. She went to the window and glared fiercely at the sheriff.

"Which magistrate's court are you from, and who is your superior?"

The sheriff, displeased at being scolded, pulled on the carriage reins.

"You dare to insult the sheriff and obstruct the investigation! Come with us to the magistrate's office!"

Locke poked his head out, took out his badge, and waved it in front of the sheriff.

"Are you an investigator?"

The sheriff, his fierce demeanor replaced by a meek and submissive one, said...

"I'm sorry to have disturbed your investigation."