Becoming a god by raising witches

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In recent days, Renis's favorability rating has also reached 48. Hopefully, she can be brought to our side before the war begins.

"Xiao Ai, is Hannah really beyond saving?"

Locke looked at Eileen seriously. He had always felt that Eileen had been hiding something from him, and that was indeed the case.

“It’s not entirely hopeless. As I told you before, we can find the Pope in the church. He might know a way to completely seal the evil god.”

"Other than that?"

"Find the person who turned her into the person she is now. You spent more time in her dream world, so you should have some clues, right?"

Eileen looked at Locke.

Locke paused, thinking of Bud Bemon and his wife Joan Mancini.

Perhaps it was Joan Mancini who turned Hannah into this.

If we can find the two of them, we might be able to unravel Hannah's secrets and find a new breakthrough.

This is much more reliable than going to the Pope.

The most important thing is to find the Pope. What reason or excuse can you give?

Besides, why would they want to see you and answer your questions?

Of course, if Bud Bemon and Joan Mancini cannot be found, the Pope of the Church of Life will ultimately be the only recourse.

"It seems you already have a lead."

“It’s Bud Bemon and his wife Joan Mancini, but I don’t know how to find them.”

Locke said honestly.

"Oh, aren't those your parents? Your tone is so cold, like they're strangers."

Eileen said calmly.

Rebecca pricked up her ears. She didn't understand why these two kept talking about saving Hannah. Had they discovered something unusual about Hannah? Well, even if they had, why go through all this trouble, going to such lengths to find someone as high-ranking as the Pope?

"Because they are irresponsible, not only did they disappear but they also owe a lot of money and are involved in child abduction cases, I suspect they are not good people."

Locke said directly.

"Regarding your parents, I won't comment since I haven't met them, but if you want clues about them, why not ask Hannah? She definitely knows more than you do."

Eileen suggested.

Locke nodded, agreeing that it was feasible.

The two were chatting when the door opened.

Hannah and Alice are back.

"It smells so good, Locke! What delicious food did you make?"

Hannah, smelling the aroma of roast duck, couldn't help but ask.

Alice wasn't particularly interested in the food, but to please her master, she said perfunctorily, "It smells delicious."

"It's roast duck, Hannah. Why are you so late today?"

"Her Majesty is going to the West End, and we have to cover everything. We're going to be very busy lately."

Hannah told Locke that the editor-in-chief had called a meeting with everyone.

Hannah took off her thick coat, hung it on the coat rack, picked up a steaming cup of black tea from the table, took a sip, and said mysteriously,

"It's said that Her Majesty the Queen has something big planned for that day. Can you guess what it is?"

"Does this mean we're sending all these unemployed workers into the palace?"

Locke joked.

"puff--"

Hannah spat out her tea. "How is that possible?"

"Okay, enough joking around, Hannah. I have something important to discuss with you."

Locke walked over to Hannah.

Hannah looked at Locke in surprise.

"What's the matter?"

Chapter 151, Bard Bemon's Diary

Hannah noticed Locke's unusually serious expression and instinctively straightened up.

"Hannah, what kind of people are our parents?"

Locke asked.

Hannah blinked her azure eyes, her thick eyelashes fluttering gently. She reached out and touched Locke's forehead, making sure he wasn't feverish before speaking.

"Locke, you haven't even forgotten your mom and dad, have you?"

As a time traveler, Locke has memories of his body, but they are very vague.

He only remembered that his father's name was Bud Bemon, a magician, and his mother's name was Joan Mancini, his father's assistant. The two of them used to work in a circus, and he couldn't even remember what they looked like without looking at the photos.

Strangely, there seem to be no photos of the two of them in the house, neither family photos nor individual photos, as if they were being deliberately forgotten.

Locke doesn't remember the original owner's childhood memories, but he has a relatively deep impression of the memories before his death.

It was when he contracted a serious illness that Hannah single-handedly took care of his memory.

"Yes, I don't remember."

Locke stated directly that he was not worried that Hannah would suspect him.

After all, there are spells and incantations in this world that can make people forget. Maybe I've even been cast a spell on myself that made me forget my parents.

“Locke, you remember everyone in John’s apartment, every street, every alley, every shop, and the name of every shop assistant. You even remember when there are discounts and how to get them. But you don’t remember your parents. If you do that, your parents will be unhappy.”

Hannah pouted and complained to Locke, then pulled him to sit on the sofa and patiently explained.

"Dad is an excellent magician, and Mom is his assistant. They grew up together. Mom confessed her feelings first, and Dad fell for her. After they got married, I was born soon after, and you came later."

"They don't sound like bad people."

“They are certainly not bad people. They used to help people around them often, especially my mother. She was very kind and always shared her things with the poor. Everyone who knew them said they were good people.”

Hannah said seriously.

"Then why did they owe so much money and suddenly disappear?"

Locke asked.

"I don't know either, but my parents must have their reasons, and I believe them."

Hannah rubbed her stomach. "I'm hungry. Can we talk while I eat?"

"it is good."

Locke nodded, and when Hannah walked to the table, she found that Eileen had already finished the whole roast duck.

Eileen wiped her oily fingers with a napkin and smiled slightly at Hannah.

"Sorry, it seems you'll have to eat something else."

“I just saw a table like this.”

Hannah gestured with a hint of grievance, unable to maintain her image as a demure older sister.

Locke looked at the two of them with a mixture of amusement and exasperation. "I'll go to the kitchen and make you some noodles."