Becoming a god by raising witches

Sieg patted Locke on the shoulder and whispered in his ear, "Lux is our secret."

No, that's just your secret.

Locke muttered to himself as he left the Bureau of Investigation with Boyd to attend another meeting.

This time, Locke did not remain silent and read his book quietly, but instead expressed his views at the meeting.

His familiarity with the terrain of the western district and his analysis of the environment made him an instant sensation and earned him the praise of many ministers.

They never expected that this seemingly ordinary investigator would be so useful at such a crucial moment. He had conducted a comprehensive investigation of the West District, knowing exactly which alley contained which tavern and who frequented those taverns.

“Rock Bemon, since you know so much, why didn’t you say so in the first place and instead waste everyone’s time?”

"The Queen's captain of the guard, Gregory George, said with displeasure. He wouldn't tolerate Locke. He didn't like the handsome Locke, nor did he like the perpetually gloomy Boyd. In his eyes, these two investigators were freaks."

"I have been patiently listening to the opinions of all the members of parliament and ministers. The reason I came up with this approach is entirely because everyone's suggestions were excellent. I simply learned from everyone's strengths and summarized them."

Locke said with a smile.

The ministers and members of parliament nodded frequently, even though they knew Locke was lying through his teeth. He was always reading the "Dragon Language Dictionary" during meetings; when had he ever listened to anyone's opinions?

But the credit ultimately went to them, and they expressed their satisfaction.

I developed a greater liking for this junior investigator.

After the meeting, Locke and Boyd left the government hall and walked to the Bureau of Investigation.

Boyd asked the same question as Gregory George.

"Locke, why didn't you offer your opinion from the beginning?"

"At that time, the ministers would not listen to me. Only after they had expressed all their opinions, were tired of arguing, and realized that there was not enough time, would my opinion be useful."

Locke said calmly.

Boyd nodded. "It seems you can be my teacher when it comes to interpersonal skills."

“Boyd, if you want to learn how to get along with women, I’d be happy to teach you.”

Locke smiled.

Boyd could tell he wasn't in a good mood, so he asked, "It seems you're having some trouble. Why don't you tell me, and I'll see if there's anything I can do to help you?"

Locke looked at Boyd, organized his thoughts for two minutes, and then asked...

"I recently read a story about a girl whose mother, with whom she lived, was suddenly possessed by an evil spirit. The girl was very reluctant to leave her mother and dared not tell the people at the church, but she desperately wanted to save her mother. Unfortunately, the book was incomplete; I only read the first half. I am very curious about the second half. What exactly will she do to save her mother?"

Chapter 147, The Duke's Daughter's Confession

"If such a book really existed, the ending would definitely be a tragedy, because even if the girl didn't tell the church, the church would find out anyway."

Boyd said.

"why?"

Locke asked.

“I can’t tell you why, because my level isn’t high enough either, but I suspect there’s a reason why Kosork hasn’t been attacked by evil gods all these years. The church’s higher-ups must have some means to know when extremely dangerous anomalies like evil gods will appear.”

Boyd shrugged. "Only the chief has the authority to know."

Locke had no doubt about what Boyd said. There had never been an incident of an evil god descending upon Kosork, which was probably related to this. The church's higher-ups might possess some kind of strange object that could sense the existence of the evil god.

The reason Hannah hasn't been discovered yet is because the evil god within her hasn't absorbed enough evil thoughts and hasn't awakened.

Once the evil thoughts around her increase, the evil god within Hannah will awaken and will surely be discovered.

Therefore, my time is even more limited.

Locke originally thought that even if he couldn't stop the war, as long as he made enough preparations before the war started, he could protect Hannah and himself during the war. But now the situation is completely different. Once the war breaks out, the evil god inside Hannah may awaken. At that time, Locke will not only be unable to protect Hannah, but he will probably be in trouble himself.

"This is, after all, a storybook. What if the church in the story doesn't know? Can the girl save her mother?"

Locke asked.

"This is a difficult problem. In a fairy tale, there is hope, but in real life it is impossible. Since the girl's mother has been possessed by an evil god, she will lose her original consciousness, which is equivalent to death. So no matter what, the girl cannot save her mother. The most rational thing to do is to hand her mother over to the church, and perhaps she can survive."

Boyd asked with a mournful expression, his azure eyes sweeping over Locke's face, "Did something happen to you?"

"No, I was just too engrossed in reading."

Locke denied it.

"Yes, that would be best. If you find any clues about evil gods, you must report them to the Bureau of Paranormal Investigations. We will hand them over to the church to handle. We do not handle cases involving evil gods directly."

Boyd said slowly.

“Okay, Boyd, I got it.”

"Also, try to read fewer of these strange books in the future."

Boyd reminded him.

Locke nodded, and bid farewell to Boyd with a heavy heart.

"I haven't gone to church to pray yet today. See you this afternoon."

"See you this afternoon, devout Locke."

Locke turned and left, walking about a hundred meters away.

A small, one-eyed raven scurried out from the black handkerchief in the left breast pocket of Boyd's coat and perched on Boyd's shoulder.

“He’s lying. Something must have happened to him. Your partner isn’t so innocent. I smell disaster on him.”

Boyd didn't speak, but just stared at Locke's back for a long time.

Locke heard the voice behind him, his Adam's apple bobbing, but he managed not to turn around to see who was talking to Boyd.

Locke had to remain calm and not let Boyd see anything.

Using his keen sense of smell, Boyd noticed no extra scent around him, proving that the person speaking had always been near him or on him, and he hadn't noticed it before. Was it like Renis, keeping some kind of strange pet?

Why do all these people like to keep strange and unusual pets? Why can't they be as simple as me and just keep an ordinary black cat?

Locke muttered to himself as he rode in a carriage to the Church of St. Figueires, near the Cosor River in Wells.

Outside the cathedral, which is decorated mainly in green, white and gray, traffic is heavy and believers come and go in an endless stream.

Among the crowd, Louisa, the green-leaf girl, sat on a bench by the church entrance, her hands supporting her chin as she observed the crowd. Her large, bright eyes were filled with anticipation. Only when she saw Locke did she sit up, pouting, and run over angrily.

“洛克·贝蒙，你迟到了，你让你的未婚妻露易莎等待了2小时31分23秒，和我们约定的时间整整差了2小时31分23秒！”

The sunlight shone on the little girl's face, which was wearing a green robe, making her chubby face seem to be covered with a golden hue.

She was very cute, with a few freckles on her small face, fair skin, and golden hair tied in braids.

“I’m sorry, Louisa, I’ll remember to be punctual next time, but if you pretend to be my fiancée again, Sister Sinai will definitely take you to the solitary confinement room and spank you.”

Locke said with a smile that seeing Louisa had made him feel much better.

"what?"

Louisa covered her bottom and said with a worried look, "Could you please not tell Sister Sinai? This is our little secret."

"it is good."

Locke granted Louisa's request and went to the back of the church to begin praying.

Louisa sat down next to him, looking at him intently.

Fifteen minutes later, Locke finished his prayer, Louisa stood up, pointed at Locke,

"Locke, you've changed."

"What's wrong with me?"

Locke assumed that the little girl had noticed his disappointment.

"You're not as handsome as you used to be."

Louisa said in a very serious tone.

Locke's lips twitched slightly. So that's how it is. Because he wasn't wearing the witch's red crystal necklace, the necklace actually belonged to Sieg.

"But I won't look down on you."

Louisa patted her small chest. "When are you going to pick me up?"

"I'm sorry, I can't do that. I have a lot of headaches to deal with right now."

Locke said.

Louisa tilted her head, seemingly thinking, and stretched out her little hand. "Squat down."

"?"

Locke looked at her with a puzzled expression.

She stamped her little feet. "Squat down."

Locke had no choice but to do as she said, crouching down to be at her height.

Louisa placed her small hand on Locke's face, rubbing his temples as she chanted a spell, sending a gentle healing energy into Locke's body.

Although this power is very weak, like a gentle breeze, it gives people a refreshing feeling.