Becoming a god by raising witches

Erin said.

"it is good."

Locke suddenly lost all interest in cooking. He casually cooked a bowl of noodles for Eileen, put on his coat, and headed to the Bureau of Extraordinary Investigations.

Black Cat Eileen followed lightly. She had no interest in the perfunctory noodles Locke made; she'd rather go to the Bureau of Investigation and Statistics and eat Renis's desserts.

The Sixth Bureau of Investigation.

In the investigator's office, Locke found a dejected Seeg.

"Sieg, what's wrong?"

"I was completely drained last night trying to help you."

With dark circles under his eyes, Sieg got up from the sofa and recalled how hard he had worked the night before. "Her Highness said that the servants used to work at Lucimare Castle and that they can go back to work if they want."

"That's wonderful, thank you so much, Sieg. How can I possibly thank you?"

Locke said with a smile.

"You can buy me a drink."

"no problem."

"tonight?"

"tonight."

Locke planned to wait until Sieg got drunk before asking him to borrow the Heart of Dreams.

"Locke, get ready to leave for a meeting."

Boyd, dressed in a suit and tie, wearing a top silk hat and carrying a small leather suitcase, brushed past Locke.

Locke, carrying the black cat, followed Boyd.

"Boyd, you look great today."

"Yes, I figured something out last night."

Boyd said.

"What have you figured out?"

Locke asked curiously.

"Why am I not afraid of Angela and Miss Tia, but I'm afraid of other women?"

Boyd's expression suggested he was discussing an academic issue.

"Because one of them is a flat-chested loli, and the other is Miss Ghost."

Locke replied.

Boyd glanced back at Locke. "Yes, so the partner I'm looking for only needs to meet two requirements."

"A flat-chested ghost?"

Locke looked at Boyd in surprise, wondering if he was about to turn from a gynophobe into a necrophiliac.

"My mother has been urging me to marry a lady, and I've decided to give my family an explanation. I just don't know if Miss Tia will agree to my proposal. Locke, can you help me?"

Boyd asked.

Locke wiped the sweat from his brow. "You're going to marry a monster, and a ghost among monsters at that. Are you sure your mother won't die of a heart attack?"

“I’m worried that your aunt might be upset. Could you consider choosing someone else, like Angela? She seems to be an adult now.”

As soon as Locke finished speaking, he heard Dimo's heavy breathing, like the sound of a brown bear ready to attack its prey.

“I take back what I said about Angela. She looks like a minor, which is a crime.”

"Yes, no matter how you look at it, Miss Tia is the most suitable candidate. We used to be colleagues, we know each other well, and we get along very well now. I like to stay in the library, and she can't leave the library either. She is my best choice for a partner."

"But how did you tell your aunt about Tia's identity?"

Locke asked curiously.

"My mother will understand."

"Because she has been dead for three years," Boyd said with a mournful face.

Locke broke out in a sweat.

I never expected it to be like this.

Boyd and Locke went to the government hall to attend another meeting on the Queen's travel route planning, where conservative and radical MPs started arguing again.

After another day of pointless meetings, Locke returned to the Bureau of Investigation and, keeping his promise, invited Sieg to a bar for drinks.

"Locke, this is the first time you've treated me to drinks. Are you sure you don't want to go to the Rose Theater or the Rosewood Theater?"

Sieg asked.

"I know a good pub with pretty girls."

Locke raised an eyebrow and said.

Sieg appreciated Locke's aesthetic sense and gladly went to see him.

The proprietress of Peach Tavern was very beautiful, but she had a strong and burly husband who was always standing next to her, so Sieg had no chance to strike up a conversation and could only drink in peace.

"The wine here tastes good, doesn't it?"

Locke asked.

"She's really nice, but where are the ladies you mentioned? Surely it's not just the proprietress?"

Sieg looked at Locke suspiciously.

"And the proprietress's daughter, although she's only 4 years old, isn't she adorable?"

"Okay, I'll choose the location next time."

Sieg picked up his glass and sighed.

“I’m also thinking about your health. Look at your dark circles; you need to recover.”

Locke patted Sieg on the shoulder and said with a serious expression.

"Okay, thank you then."

Sieg drank another glass.

"When you drink, you always have to talk about something, Locke. Tell me about those witches you've met. Aren't they all incredibly charming?"

Locke recalled the witches he had encountered—Eileen, Sheria, and Renis—who were indeed all captivating, and nodded in agreement.

"It is indeed the case."

"how is the taste?"

Sieg raised an eyebrow.

"I've never tasted the flavor of a witch, which is why I'm still alive."

Locke stated that he was a respectable person.

Sieg didn't believe it at all, and the two started discussing the topic of witches, drinking a lot of alcohol.

Only after Sieg had drunk enough did Locke ask, "Can I borrow the Heart of Dreams?"

"What will you use it for? To enter the witch's dream?"

Sieg chuckled and nudged Locke's shoulder with his elbow.

"No, I'm also very curious about Lux's dream."

"Here you go, go and experience it. Actually, besides liking killing, she has other special hobbies that you'll definitely like. Don't tell anyone, this is our shared secret."

Sieg generously handed the Heart of Dreams to Locke.

Chapter 145, Hannah's Abnormality

What special hobbies does Lux have? Sieg's mysterious behavior has piqued Locke's curiosity.

But Locke didn't borrow the Heart of Dreams to explore Lux's dreams; he wanted to check on Hannah's condition.

Locke said goodbye to Sieg and returned home, where he saw Hannah reading the newspaper.

Hannah yawned. "Locke, welcome home. You're finally back."

"Hannah, if I come home this late in the future, you don't have to wait for me. You can rest first."

Locke said in a low voice.

"Okay, I'll remember. I wasn't actually waiting for you. I just lost track of time while reading the newspaper. Alright, I'm going to sleep now."

Hannah sat up from the sofa, stretched, and then went upstairs.

When Alice saw the black cat Irene and Locke return together, she immediately rushed out of the servants' quarters.

"My great master, what help do you need?"

Alice blinked her red eyes and looked at Eileen expectantly.