Becoming a god by raising witches

"Sieg, will you still be able to see Miss Natal?"

Locke asked.

"It shouldn't be a problem. Is there something you need from her?"

Sieg smiled as he looked at Locke. He had gone to the church for purification yesterday and had indeed been contaminated to some extent, but he was completely healed now, and his skin had turned green again, making him look very much like a life scientist.

"It's about the employees of the manor. I'd like to ask Your Highness if they can be taken away? That is, transferred to another manor, because I can't hire so many people, mainly because I can't pay them so many salaries."

Locke honestly stated that he was well aware of his financial situation.

"So that's how it is. Why didn't you marry Miss Andy or Miss Lucy? These two ladies could bring you countless riches."

Sieg raised an eyebrow and pointed out a way for Locke to escape poverty.

"I'm sorry, Duke Hagen and Mr. Baker probably don't think much of me. I'm just a lowly bronze-level investigator."

Locke said.

Don't underestimate yourself; you can work hard.

So, are you going to help or not?

"Of course I'll help. Leave this small matter to me. I'll give you an answer tomorrow."

Sieg patted his chest, indicating that everything was up to him.

Locke breathed a sigh of relief, hoping to resolve the employment issues of these long-time employees of the manor as soon as possible. He didn't want the alchemy workers to lose their jobs and repeat themselves on his own manor.

Although these servants' experiences are completely different from those of the workers, and even if they lose their jobs, they should be able to find work among other nobles, it cannot be ruled out that some of them will meet their demise due to unemployment.

At 10 a.m., Locke and Boyd arrived at the Government House on time for a meeting to plan the Queen's travel route.

There were 33 people in total attending the meeting, including various ministers whom Locke did not recognize, as well as the captain of the royal guard dressed in magnificent knight's attire.

Locke and Boyd were essentially sidelined throughout; they had no real say whatsoever.

Because the ministers wouldn't listen to their opinions. If it were Renis, they might give her some face, but these two lowly investigators, not even top-notch ones, were just there to fill in the numbers in their eyes.

"Her Majesty only needs to appear in the West Square; there is no need for her to go to places like the slums."

"That's right, those places are full of bedbugs and rats, as well as bloodsuckers who have hands and feet but are idle and just waiting for government relief."

"Her Majesty wants to appease the unemployed workers, but many of them have already fallen into the slums. How can they not go to the slums?"

"Your Majesty is going to such a chaotic place. If something happens, who will be responsible? Can you take responsibility?"

"Isn't the key now to plan a reasonable route? Donovan, that's how you Conservatives are. If you can't go anywhere, how can you achieve the Queen's desired outcome?"

“Reed, if anything happens to Her Majesty the Queen, your Radical Party will bear full responsibility!”

A heated debate ensued at the meeting, with members of parliament and ministers from both sides arguing fiercely over whether the Queen should visit the slums.

It also implicated various political parties.

The haughty captain of the personal guard, holding his coffee, listened to their argument, glancing sideways at the handsome Locke with an expressionless expression.

"You've become an investigator at such a young age, and you're even involved in the mission to protect the Queen. Don't you feel honored?"

His arrogant tone made people want to ignore him, but the polite Locke still said the opposite.

"Yes, I'm honored."

"Don't rush, this council meeting will only last a day. We'll just have some coffee and dessert, and the day will be over."

"That's what Captain Gregory George said."

Locke glanced at Boyd.

“I rarely participate in meetings like this, but they do have a strong desire to express themselves. Drinking tea is a good option. Please give me a cup of Edenburg tea.”

Boyd looked at the staff behind him and said, "Give this person next to me a drink as well, and some dessert too."

"Ok."

The staff left the meeting room.

Soon, they served Boyd and Locke the finest Edenburg tea and desserts.

Gregory George glanced at Boyd. Ever since the kingdom restricted imports of goods from Ettenburg, Ettenburg tea had been driven up to a very high price, becoming an exclusive item for nobles. Only the government building still had some in stock.

It's surprising that Boyd, a mere investigator, knows how to appreciate tea.

"Drinking a cup of black tea in the morning can keep you energized for the whole day."

Boyd said with a long face, and judging from his expression alone, he was completely unconvincing.

"Were you forced to protect Her Majesty the Queen? I suggest you wear a mask, otherwise Her Majesty will be in no mood for the whole day if she sees you like this."

Gregory George looked at Boyd and said.

Boyd readily agreed, "Okay, I'll consider finding a mask."

Gregory George rolled his eyes, not understanding why the Royal Guard wasn't enough, and why these sheriffs had to be involved. They were completely incomparable to the well-trained Royal Guards, especially in terms of discipline.

Anyone with a modicum of spirit, even the ministers, started arguing. But these two seemed incapable of arguing; you couldn't even find fault with them.

Gregory George did not want to associate with Boyd and Locke, so he stopped speaking to them.

Locke, after the ministers had been arguing all morning, began to yawn.

"Perhaps I really need a day. I'd better read a book."

He took out his Gulong language dictionary and began to study.

Boyd also started reading books, but this time not Miss Jacqueline's photo album. Ever since he learned that Sieg had had physical contact with Miss Jacqueline, Boyd decided to stop looking at Miss Jacqueline's photo album and seek spiritual purification.

He was reading a very serious bestselling novel, "The Lady's Redemption".

Gregory George noticed the two were engrossed in reading and raised an eyebrow in displeasure.

Just then, the ministers started arguing about another issue.

Gregory George suddenly said,

"The two senior sheriffs dispatched by the magistrates' court will also be involved in this event; perhaps we should listen to their opinions."

The ministers followed Gregory George's gaze and saw Locke and Boyd quietly reading in the corner.

Locke was alright, reading very proper reference books, but Boyd's reading of "The Redemption of a Girl" was a bit off.

"Two sheriffs, are you here for a tea party? Drinking tea, eating snacks, and reading books, oh, you two really know how to enjoy yourselves."

"That's what Conservative Party representative Donovan said."

"Yes, young sheriff, do you think we're speaking Dragon Language in this meeting? You're even looking up words in a dictionary."

"That's what Radical Party representative Reid said."

"This person looking at the dictionary is one thing, but look at the other one, not only does he have a long face, but he's also reading a lowbrow book like 'The Girl's Redemption.' Who sent you guys to make up the numbers?"

For the first time, Conservative and Radical MPs and ministers reached a consensus on the same issue, launching a scathing attack on Locke and Boyd for their perceived slacking off.

Gregory George raised his face, a barely perceptible smile playing on his lips; he had achieved his goal.

From the very beginning, he disliked these two people and felt they were superfluous.

Locke was eager to be kicked out; this boring meeting was a complete waste of his precious time, and he still had so much to do.

Faced with the crowd's questions, Boyd slowly began to speak.

"This is a book that records the real customs and culture of the West District. It also introduces the distribution of organized crime in various areas of the West District. I think it is necessary to take a look."

Everyone was slightly taken aback, not expecting this kid to be able to argue like this.

"Then tell me, how did reading this book help the Queen plan her travel route?"

"I asked the Conservative MP."

A sad expression appeared on Boyd's face. "Don't go to Mar Street. You can go to Pete Street instead. It's close to the slums, but it's not a slum. Many unemployed workers gather there because there's a dock where they can do odd jobs."

Donovan and the Conservative MPs nodded in agreement. "You're right, we can't go to the slums."

The radical party members then started hurling insults again.

"To see the most authentic situation in the West District, how can we not go to the Mar Street area?"

“That’s right. With so many guards like you protecting Her Majesty, if anything still happens, then you’re all useless.”

Gregory George, caught in the crossfire for no reason, expressed his dissatisfaction.

"No matter which route we take, we will protect Her Majesty's safety!"

The meeting continued, and so did the arguments.

Boyd and Locke continued to bury themselves in their books.

At 8 p.m., the two finally left the government building.

"The kingdom's efficiency is truly worrying."

Locke exclaimed.

"Hopefully we can come up with a route by tomorrow; they're making so much noise that I can't concentrate on my studies."

Boyd said.

The two exchanged a glance, nodded in tacit agreement, and then said their goodbyes and went home.