Becoming a god by raising witches

Locke said kindly.

"Okay, I understand. After dealing with the Queen's matter."

Sieg shrugged.

"How could Lux ​​do this?"

Dimo touched his chin in confusion and asked Boyd, who had a long face.

Boyd replied, “There are two possibilities. The first is that she was once corrupted by an evil god. A corrupted soul becomes very evil, and to save her, her soul must be separated into two parts, one of which is sealed in the spiritual world.”

The second story is that she was once extremely wicked and heinous, but someone wanted to redeem her and separated her into two parts.

In either case, I advise you not to try to enter her dream world, because this will allow evil spirits to perceive the exit to the outside world. If it's the former, then she might even corrupt your soul.

"Is an evil god that terrifying?"

Locke swallowed hard.

"If it weren't terrifying, how could it be called an evil god?"

Boyd said.

Sieg shrank back. "Then I'd better go do the purification now. Should I take Jacqueline with me?"

Chapter 141, The Vampire's Visit

Considering the dangerous and important mission he was to undertake on the eve of the Day of Life, Locke decided to go to Miss Lucy in advance to purchase the food and deliver it to the Reindeer Farm.

Locke left the Bureau of Investigation and walked for fifteen minutes to the bustling Wells district, where he found Miss Lucy at Baker's Bakery.

“Miss Lucy, can we make the deal now? I have the money ready.”

"Of course, Mr. Locke, but I must tell you that the price of grain on the market has dropped across the board, but our costs remain unchanged, so I cannot offer you a discount any further."

Lucy said apologetically.

"No, this is already very good. Thank you, Miss Lucy. May the goddess bless you with eternal vivacity and beauty."

Locke smiled and took out 200 gold coins.

The two signed a contract, Lucy put Kimmy away, and had Locke write down an address so that Baker Food Company could deliver all the food he needed.

"Thank you, Miss Lucy. It was a pleasure working with you."

Locke extended his hand and shook hands with Lucy.

Lucy smiled and nodded. "Me too. I believe our bicycle business will definitely be a huge success."

"Yes, that's right, I believe our bicycle business will definitely be a huge success."

Locke agreed, glanced at the time on his pocket watch, apologized to Miss Lucy, and quickly returned to the Bureau of Investigation.

Lucy watched Locke's hurried departure and a regretful expression appeared on her face.

"Mr. Locke looks really busy."

"Miss Lucy, are you reluctant to part with her?"

"That's what the bakery maid joked."

Lucy's cheeks flushed slightly as she nudged the maid's arm. "Get to work! We're launching a new bread today, so we're going to be busy."

"Alright, Miss Lucy, I was wrong. Please forgive me for being so talkative. Mr. Locke will definitely come again. Don't miss him too much."

"Let me sew your mouth shut."

Locke listened to the girl's thoughts coming from behind him, and the corners of his mouth turned up slightly.

"Miss Lucy likes you, human."

Eileen, the black cat on his shoulder, reminded him.

"I also like friends like Miss Lucy. She is generous, beautiful and intelligent, and most importantly, she has a rare simplicity and kindness. If possible, I hope that all women in Kosork are like Miss Lucy."

Locke said with a smile.

"It's not even dark yet, and you're already dreaming."

Eileen rolled her eyes.

Locke and Eileen returned to the Bureau of Investigation and found Boyd drinking tea and looking at photographs in the library.

"Boyd, do you know anything about necromancers?"

Locke served fresh refreshments, which, although not made by him, were carefully selected from the kitchen and brought over as a bribe to Boyd.

Boyd looked at the dessert, still with a dejected expression, and slowly said,

"On the 12th bookshelf, on the 9th row, there are records about dark wizards. You can take a look yourself, but remember, it's okay to learn about them, but don't go into deep research. That's not the right path, and it goes against our faith in the Goddess of Life. You might not be able to receive the goddess's protection when you use ritual magic in the future."

Locke had heard from Eileen that necromancers worshipped the god of death, which was indeed contrary to the goddess of life, and could even be considered the enemy of the goddess of life.

Locke walked to the 12th bookshelf and found "The Complete Wizarding Book" on the 9th row.

I suddenly had the feeling of reading a banned book.

He excitedly reached out his hand and saw Miss Ghost floating beside him, looking at him with empty eyes.

"Hello, Miss Ghost, have I offended you?"

Locke asked politely.

Miss Ghost shook her head slightly and pointed to the book "The Forbidden Dark Wizard" hidden behind "The Complete Wizarding Book," indicating that this was the book Locke was looking for.

"Thank you, you've been a great help."

"The Forbidden Dark Wizard" is a hardcover book with a pure black cover, and the book is locked.

Locke took the book out, dusted it off, examined the key, and asked the ghost lady beside him, "Could you help me open this?"

Miss Ghost ignored Locke and disappeared.

Locke could only look at the black cat on his shoulder.

Eileen gently patted the lock with her cat paw, and the lock opened.

Locke opened "The Forbidden Dark Wizard," which was entirely written in the language of dragons. Thanks to his diligent study, he had mastered the language, and apart from a few pronunciation problems and unfamiliar words, he could basically understand books written in the language of dragons.

Of course, pronunciation problems are quite fatal in the field of mysticism, which is why Locke dares not recite spells easily, because a single wrong syllable can often lead to unpredictable events, and he is not willing to take the risk.

Welcome, brave wizard! We are a group of believers in Death, the elite of the wizarding world. Only we can lead the wizarding community to glory and the pinnacle, reversing life and death, and changing the future.

This preface is quite domineering and full of seductive meaning.

Locke glanced at Eileen, who was also looking intently.

Locke finally found her blind spot in knowledge. It seemed that she didn't know much about necromancers. Just as she said, she only knew a little bit of the magic of necromancers, such as waking up skeletons in graves.

We believe in the great Grim Reaper, who holds the power over death, fear, and calamity. He is a supreme and great deity. To believe in the Grim Reaper is to surrender one's life, flesh, and soul to Him, and to be ready at any time to sacrifice oneself...

[In 113 AD, our companion Bermuda Avila performed a sacrifice of 1000 people in the town of Allenburg Garcia, which was answered by the great Grim Reaper, who granted him infinite life. He resides in…]

Locke flipped through the book, which contained many sacrificial rituals performed by necromancers who worshipped the god of death, as well as their effects; it truly deserved to be called a forbidden book.

"It's a pity that this book doesn't teach you how to become a necromancer; these sacrificial rituals are useless to you."

Erin said.

"Yes, but at least it broadened my horizons. It would be strange if there were books here that taught people how to become necromancers."

Locke answered in a low voice.

“You don’t seem to want to improve the defenses of your manor. With just those skeletons, they might not even be able to defeat the princess’s personal guard.”

Eileen said, "Of course, things would be much better if Rebecca's enchantment were added."

"Can they defeat an ordinary army?"

Locke asked.

"Yes, an enchanted skeleton can defeat three adult men."

"Uh, it still feels pretty useless," Locke thought. He felt that this combat power was not enough; it should at least be able to take on ten opponents at once.

"If only I could meet a necromancer witch."

Eileen and Locke thought of it at the same time.

Locke looked at Eileen, and Eileen looked at Locke.

Then their eyes narrowed simultaneously.

"Locke, are you talking to yourself?"

Boyd interrupted the conversation between the human and the cat.

"There are still some words I don't recognize, and I'm feeling frustrated."

Locke said.

"I see. Learning Gu Long's language is not something that can be done overnight. You must learn to take it slowly. If you don't understand anything, you can ask me."

Boyd said considerately.

"Okay, how do you pronounce this?"