Becoming a god by raising witches

Boyd said with a mournful face.

"Ok."

"It seems I'm not destined for it."

“If you are willing to pay me 500 gold coins, I am willing to part with it.”

"Sorry, I'm broke lately."

"Oh, Locke, when have you ever been rich?"

“Boyd, don’t say that. I own an entire estate now.”

“I heard you dismissed all the servants in the manor.”

“You can’t say that. I didn’t fire them; they abandoned me because they wanted to follow Her Highness the Princess more.”

Locke shrugged and said.

Boyd nodded, then suddenly asked,

"After reading the files of the Church of Knowledge, what are your thoughts on them?"

"I think they are a bunch of highly intelligent lunatics who might do some crazy things."

Locke told the truth.

“That’s true, I think so too. That’s good, it proves you’re still sober.”

Boyd patted Locke on the shoulder. "I almost thought I was going to send you to the Cathedral of Life for purification."

Locke breathed a sigh of relief. "Thank God, I'm still conscious."

Chapter 154, Locke's Dream

Locke and Boyd left the archives and found Sieg in the investigator's office.

Sieg was supervising his partner Robson as he wrote the investigation report. "Well, Robson, make it more detailed. Include all the investigations we've done recently."

"Understood, Senior Sieg."

Robson was writing a report with his head down.

"No need for such details. Just delete the part about going to the Rose Theater; we can't get reimbursed for that anyway."

"Yes, Senior Sig."

Robson omitted a paragraph and continued writing.

"Flirting with Miss Jenny at Peach Tavern? How could you write that, Robson? You should have made it clear that I was asking Miss Jenny for crucial clues. Please don't use such frivolous words as flirting. It will damage my image in the Chief's eyes."

Sieg reminded him.

Robson immediately nodded and made the changes again.

Angela, who was also writing a report, looked up and gave Sieg a big eye roll. "What kind of image do you have in the director's eyes, Sieg? Please recognize yourself. And with so many demands, why don't you write the report yourself? Why do you have to let Robson do it? Robson is an honest man, and his report cannot meet your requirements."

"Robson needs practice; writing reports is a necessary process for newcomers."

Sieg smiled and showed off his medals, indicating that he was a silver medal investigator, while Robson was only a bronze medal investigator and should write more reports.

Angela said speechlessly, "Don't bully newcomers just because you're a senior. Look at Boyd, he never makes Locke write reports."

Boyd raised an eyebrow and glanced at Locke, who was often writing reports.

"Yes, I rarely write reports."

Locke said in a very serious tone.

“Angela, this is what I should do. Senior Sieg is right.”

Robson immediately responded.

"I can't stand you guys."

Angela lowered her head and continued writing her report.

Dimo massaged her shoulders from the side, "Angela, can we delete the part about going to Peach Tavern? We're not going to reimburse you anyway."

Angela rolled her eyes. "You're all cut from the same cloth."

Locke also discovered that people who dislike writing reports share common characteristics.

“Sieg, I would like to borrow the Heart of Dreams one more time.”

Locke walked over to Sieg and said.

Sieg generously took out the silver pocket watch, Heart of Dreams, and handed it to Locke.

"Are you missing Lux again? Promise me you'll go to the church for purification after you're done."

Sieg winked and said.

“I owe you 2 silver coins.”

Locke said directly.

"Okay, since you're going to pay, and I'm actually a bit short on cash lately, we're a good match."

Sieg said with a smile.

Locke put the pocket watch in his pocket, said goodbye to his colleagues in the office, and went to the kitchen.

"I did it! I did it! I finally succeeded in replicating the taste of [Iced Boiled Lamb]!!!"

"Chef Rani Ryan McCarrue said excitedly."

The cooks all gathered around to taste the [ice-boiled lamb] made by old Rani. The lamb was tender and delicious, and it was indeed almost the same as the ice-boiled lamb that Locke made for the first time.

Of course, they still didn't experience the same amazing feeling as when they first tasted the ice-boiled lamb.

“That’s great, old Rani.”

Fedor praised it.

"Haha, Locke, Locke, come and have a taste."

Old Rani saw Locke and waved excitedly at him.

Locke walked over, scooped a spoonful of soup into his mouth, and nodded slightly. "That's pretty good, old Rani, congratulations."

"If I can make it, the chefs in the North certainly can too. Now all that's left is to serve this delicious dish to the Queen's table. We must make [Ice-boiled Lamb] famous throughout the entire Tumen Kingdom."

Old Rani said ambitiously.

Locke looked at his energetic old face and was immediately filled with emotion.

I wish I could be as simple-minded as old Rani and his men, and I hope war never happens.

"Locke, are you going to cook another unusual dish for the chief?"

"It's a tall, thin cook named Giorgia who wears an eyepatch," he asked.

Locke nodded. "It's nothing fancy. Today I'm just making the most ordinary steak for the director."

"Locke, you're such a busy investigator, yet you still insist on taking time out of your day to cook for the chief. I really don't understand you. Is it for two salaries?"

"Fedal asked."

"Yes, I have a family to support, and I can't do without a salary."

Locke went along with what he said.

"A family? Don't you only have one older sister?"

"Georgia asked curiously."

"Did you secretly get married behind our backs?"

Old Rani looked at Locke. He would be very angry if Locke didn't invite him to his wedding, because he already considered Locke a friend and companion.

"No, but I have a cat that eats a lot, and recently a reporter has been staying at my house, as well as Mrs. Freya's niece Rebecca."

Because Rebecca often went to Freya to gossip, she was occasionally caught by the kitchen staff. So she made up the identity of Freya's niece, and the chefs all believed it to be true, because Freya was incredibly kind to Rebecca.

"Miss Rebecca has moved into your house? Does Mrs. Freya know?"

Georgia and Fedor looked at Locke in surprise.

"Of course, it was Mrs. Freya who asked her to. Hannah can tutor Rebecca in grammar."

"Oh, I see. We thought you were going to get engaged to Miss Rebecca."

Georgia breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Miss Rebecca has a difficult personality and is definitely not suitable to be a fiancée."

"What are you thinking? She's too young."

Old Rani scoffed at Giorgia's statement, thinking Rebecca was just a little kid.

“Locke is also very young. His age is just right with Rebecca's, one is seventeen and the other is only fourteen.”

Georgia retorted.

Old Rani was stunned. He had almost forgotten that Locke was only seventeen years old, after all, his cooking skills had surpassed those of many chefs.

"Damn it, Locke is only seventeen years old. Time really flies. I could be Locke's grandfather already."