Becoming a god by raising witches

"Okay, thanks Enzo. Let's have a drink sometime."

"Let's go to Jenny's little bar."

Enzo gave a knowing look that all men would understand.

Locke had no desire to have any contact with Miss Jenny, a woman who was very lustful towards him and was offering to provide him with services for free!

In order to stay healthy in the other world, Locke declined Miss Jenny's invitation.

He has no money to go to the hospital, nor does he want to.

If Hannah ends up in the hospital because of something like that, how will she feel about herself?

It was evening when Locke and Hannah returned to Old Tom's apartment, and Hannah bought a copy of the Kossork Evening News.

The evening paper did indeed publish a news report about people gathering in the West District square to perform a strange dance, but the reporter did not explain the reason at all, and even suspected that these people were performing an evil ritual, hoping that the Cathedral of Life could deal with it.

Influenced by her parents, Hannah is one of the few believers in the Knowledge Cult in the kingdom. Since the Kingdom of Tumen prohibits the spread of the Knowledge Cult within its borders, Hannah is essentially considered a heretic.

Unlike Hannah, Locke was a pseudo-believer; he went to every church but didn't believe in any of the gods.

Anyone who sees him will assume he is a devout believer who does a very good job of putting on a show.

There was no other way; to survive in such a complex world, Locke had to don thick armor for himself.

Hannah went back to her room to continue writing her investigation report and planned to infiltrate the alchemy factory that night.

Locke then went into the kitchen to prepare dinner.

The witch Irene watched Locke processing the extremely smelly pig liver and suddenly spoke up.

"This matter is not as simple as you think. Do you really want to get involved?"

Eileen was very satisfied with Locke as her servant, both for his spiritual quality and his culinary skills, so she kindly reminded him that he might encounter danger.

"Of course, I must accompany Hannah to do whatever she wants."

Locke said this while processing the pig liver.

"Is that all?"

Eileen looked at Locke suspiciously.

Locke stopped cutting the pig liver and looked ahead quietly, "Also for Lizzie and Lisa, who have a crush on me."

"It's so boring."

Eileen closed her eyes and quietly waited for dinner, ending her pointless conversation with Locke.

She had already fulfilled her duty to warn him, and if this servant were to really get into trouble, she would have no choice but to... take the risk and save him again.

Who told him to cook such strange food, yet it tastes so good?

After dinner, Hannah planned to go to the Lasslo Alchemy Factory, but Locke stopped her.

"It's too late, Hannah. I can go by myself."

The Pete neighborhood is not very peaceful at night, and there are two types of women who go out.

The first category is streetwalkers, and the second category is special workers who are not afraid of death, including sheriffs, private investigators, and journalists.

Hannah frowned. "This is my business, I have to go."

“No, if you insist on holding me back, I will refuse to help you anymore. Next time you need to test samples, go to Enzo yourself and pay the 100 Mick testing fee.”

Locke said without any room for argument.

Hannah puffed out her cheeks angrily and plopped down in the chair.

"How am I holding anyone back? You're discriminating against women."

"Don't worry, I'll be back soon."

Locke put on his old wool coat, opened the iron gate, and stepped into the darkness.

On his shoulder, a cat, blending seamlessly into the darkness, was lazily yawning.

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Chapter 21, The Scent of the Witch

In the dim light of the streetlights, the boy in the wool coat walked along the path toward the gold refinery near the Cési River.

Has Hannah caught up?

Locke asked the black cat on his shoulder.

The black cat shook its head. "She's very obedient."

"That's good."

Locke quickened his pace, eager to reach the Dallas Gold Refinery as soon as possible.

"If you thought you might encounter danger, why did you still go?"

"Miss Black Cat Witch asked."

Locke tugged at the scarf that had returned to his neck and exhaled a puff of white air. "Of course, it's for the two girls who have a crush on me."

Eileen knew he was lying again. If she weren't in a weakened state and unable to waste her power, she wouldn't mind making this lying boy grow a long, wooden nose and having a string of irises bloom on it.

Finally, they arrived at the Laszlo Alchemy Factory, where a 3-meter-high barbed wire fence blocked Locke's way.

With a leap, the black cat climbed to the top of the barbed wire fence, nimbly stepped onto the wire, and looked down at Locke with arrogance.

Locke climbed the barbed wire fence, feeling the biting cold wind.

After winter sets in in Kosork, it gets dark as early as six or seven o'clock, and the temperature drops to minus three or four degrees Celsius. The wind feels like a knife slicing across your exposed cheeks.

This is also one of the reasons why Locke didn't want Hannah to follow him; on such a cold day, it's best to stay in the apartment and snuggle into bed early to sleep.

Using both hands and feet, he slowly climbed up the barbed wire fence, then carefully jumped onto the nearest tree and climbed down the sturdy trunk until his feet rustled through the fallen leaves. Only then did Locke breathe a long sigh of relief.

[Physical Coordination 9/1000]

He quietly entered the factory. Everything around him was so quiet, as if he were immersed in a perfect night. Only the sound of his heartbeat and breathing echoed in his ears.

The black cat floated lightly onto his shoulder.

Suddenly, a gust of wind came, and Locke turned around to see several workers carrying kerosene lamps walking toward him, chatting and laughing.

Locke quickly hid behind a large tree, holding his breath, afraid of being discovered by the workers on the night shift.

Whether it's a gold refinery, textile mill, processing plant, or mine, workers in Kosork generally work 12-hour shifts. In order to meet deadlines, the gold refinery operates on a two-shift system: the early shift is from midnight to noon, and the late shift is from noon to midnight.

Nevertheless, because the factory wages in Kosork were 20% higher than in other cities, a large number of workers still flocked to Kosork, becoming cogs in the machine of this royal capital.

Therefore, it is almost impossible for Locke to find an alchemy plant when no one is there.

Locke continued walking around the edge only after the group of workers had gone far away.

Finding drainage outlets and wastewater treatment facilities in a factory is not an easy task.

Fortunately, Locke was not alone. Driven by Sweet Potato Cake, the black cat took on the role of a hunting dog.

With her help, Locke quickly located the sewage outlet.

The wastewater emitted a pungent odor; just by smelling it, one could tell that it contained excessive heavy metals and had definitely not undergone proper wastewater treatment.

Locke collected a bottle of the contents and planned to ask Enzo to help him test it the next day.

It's a pity he didn't have such a luxury item as a camera, otherwise he could have taken a picture to preserve the memory.

Locke, having successfully gathered evidence, planned to leave as soon as possible, but suddenly heard Eileen's reminder.

"I smelled the scent of my own kind."

The same kind of scent? Isn't that just a witch?

Locke decisively quickened his pace and headed towards the barbed wire fence.

He reached the wall without incident, and just as he was about to climb over it, a beam of light shone on him.

The security guard in uniform, who was patrolling, saw Locke. She strode over and shouted at the top of her lungs.

"Halt! Who are you? What are you doing here?"

Locke slowly turned around and breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that it wasn't a witch chasing after him, but a security guard.

This is a tall woman with short brown hair, wheat-colored skin, prominent cheekbones, a cold look in her eyes and brows, broad shoulders, a kerosene lamp in her left hand, and an iron rod in her right.

She is a typical Vis people, whose women are generally over two meters tall and strong. It is said that the Queen has a special guard composed of Vis people who can defeat a brown bear with their bare hands and are known as the most powerful female warriors.

Besides being hired as bodyguards by royalty and nobility, Vis women also worked as security guards in various factories.

"I'm sorry, I meant no harm. My cat accidentally wandered in. I've found her and I'll leave right away."

Locke said very sincerely.

Eileen also meowed in response.

The female security guard frowned, her gaze lingering between the boy and the black cat for a few seconds, her expression serious.

"Let me see what you have in your clothes."

"Please spare me, it's so cold, I'll freeze to death if I take off my clothes. I promise I'll never come in again."