Becoming a god by raising witches

The girl started crying loudly again.

"I want my legs, I want my legs."

Locke didn't know how to comfort her for a moment.

At that moment, Katerina came over, took out two candies, and handed them to the girl.

The girl gazed intently at the incomparably noble Queen Katerina, and suddenly stopped crying.

"This is a colorful candy. When I feel pain, I eat one and it makes me feel less bitter."

Katerina spoke gently, peeled the candy open, and personally fed it to the girl.

The girl ate the sweet candy, frowned, her eyes reddened, and stubbornly nodded, "Sure enough, it's not so painful anymore."

Katerina ruffled the girl's hair and said earnestly,

"I'm sorry I failed to protect you. It was my dereliction of duty. I promise I'll help you get back on your feet."

"Really? Your Majesty?"

The girl bit her lip, looking at Katerina expectantly.

Katerina nodded.

"Will you come with me?"

"Yes, I do."

The girl nodded immediately.

Katerina stood up and addressed everyone in the square.

“Today someone tried to assassinate me, and I was not afraid, but you have been implicated. All the injured people here can receive compensation from the government, the relatives of the deceased can receive pensions, and those who are physically disabled can directly follow my head maid, Mora Macmillan, into the palace with me. I will take care of you for the rest of your lives.”

The Queen's generous speech immediately drew cheers from hundreds of people in the square.

They were poor wretches who hadn't had time to escape and were repeatedly injured, but at this moment they felt incredibly lucky.

"Long live Her Majesty the Queen!"

"Long live Queen Katerina!"

"Long live Kossock!"

"May the goddess protect you!"

Locke heard the cheers and his gaze fell on Katerina's face.

This woman is so good at bewitching people.

If they knew that she had orchestrated all of this, would they completely lose faith in the country?

Is this what it means to be in a position of power? Skilled at fooling the people.

"Locke, do you have any complaints about what I did?"

Katerina suddenly asked.

Locke shook his head. "No, Her Majesty did a great job. In such a dangerous situation, she did not choose to evacuate first, but sent out all her guards to let the civilians leave first. Such a deed is unprecedented and deserves praise."

Renis raised an eyebrow.

'Is this guy flattering her? He's lying through his teeth. Is it because Her Majesty just said that if the murderer can't be found, everyone will be dismissed, and he's holding a grudge against her? Hmm, that's fine. Even I can't resist his charm; I don't want him around Her Majesty.'

Katerina.

'He's lying. What is he unhappy about with me? Is it because of my dismissal?'

Hey, hey, hey, how can you all tell I'm lying? Don't you have any privacy?! You terrifying witch!!!

Locke roared inwardly, beginning to doubt his own lack of a copy of "An Actor Prepares." He needed to practice his micro-expressions more thoroughly so that no one could see through his act. Otherwise, all those disgusting flattering words would be completely useless in the end. Wouldn't that be a complete waste?

"Locke, you just risked your life to save me, and you deserve a reward for that. Tell me, what do you want?"

Katerina met the boy who intrigued her for the first time and decided to make a good impression on him.

“Actually, Locke previously damaged my strange object, the Heart of Dreams. This item is very useful for investigating this case. Could you please ask Her Majesty’s forge master, Aeneas Ryan, for help?”

Sieg suddenly appeared out of nowhere and quickly finished speaking.

Then he saw the way Rhaenys looked at a dead man.

"I'm sorry, Your Majesty, I was just joking."

Sieg turned and fled, coming and going in a hurry, leaving Renis no time for revenge.

But Locke believed that his days back in jail would not be easy.

Rhaenys's personality is truly meticulous and calculating, as can be seen from her attitude towards herself.

Never offend her.

In this respect, Rhaenys and Queen Katerina have something in common: they are both extremely formidable women.

"Locke, what do you want?"

Renis's calm voice sounded from behind, "Don't let Her Majesty the Queen's good intentions go to waste."

"Your Majesty, I want a strange object that can save my life! I just realized how weak I am during the battle. I'm not even as strong as the Director's finger."

'Hehe, who are you implying? Are you telling Her Majesty I'm going to harm you?'

Renis narrowed her eyes.

“Yes, the right decision, Bishop Nob. Grant this brave investigator a strange object that can protect his life.”

Her Majesty the Queen said with a smile.

Nob Stott looked at Locke and took a wooden box out of his green robe.

The wooden box opened automatically, revealing a silver short sword carved with vine patterns; its very appearance was captivating.

Locke instantly conjured up countless grand and impressive names in his mind, such as Goddess's Blade, Azure Sword, Holy Sword of Life, etc., whose effects might be to deliver a fatal blow to a demigod, and to change the color of the world with a single slash.

"Its designation is C10 Screaming Sword."

"???"

Screaming Sword? Okay, that name is a bit lame, but it's not like it's going to start yelling and screaming every time I'm attacked, is it?

Locke patiently listened as Bishop Nob Stott continued.

"Its purpose is to emit a piercing scream when you are attacked."

"???"

Are you kidding me?! This thing really only makes noise?!

"Is it the sound of screaming that has the effect of piercing the soul? Inflicting an irreversible soul attack on the other party?"

Locke pressed on with the question.

Nob Stott shook his head. "No, its only function is to scream; it cannot cause irreversible damage to the soul."

You're fucking messing with me! Even Her Majesty the Queen isn't messing with me, are you?

Locke frowned.

Bishop Norb Stott patted him on the shoulder. "Young man, don't rush, let me finish."

Well, then tell me.

Locke looked at Nob Stott, his eyes filled with speechlessness.

Nob Stott coughed twice and continued,

"It was once an item of Saint Aria Burr, a favorite of the goddess. Its voice can attract Saint Aria Burr's remaining avatar in this world, enough to save your life."

It was a communicator! Why the hell didn't you say so sooner?!

Locke sheathed the Screaming Sword and put it in his coat pocket.

"I should go now, Locke. You can come to the church to find me when you have time, and I will answer a question for you."

"Consider it a reward for your bravery this time," Nob Stott said.

"Praise be to you, Bishop Norb."

Locke bowed slightly.

Norb Stott smiled and turned to leave.

At this time, Katerina had already left, surrounded by her personal guards and many ministers.

The sheriffs were responsible for the aftermath and for treating the wounded.

First Lady Maura Macmillan was also present, mainly to fulfill the Queen's instructions that if anyone really wanted to enter the palace, she had to make arrangements.

Rhaenys strolled leisurely in the square. Her Majesty the Queen forbade her to return to the palace with her, and there was nothing she could do but stay behind to look for clues.

"Director, shouldn't we get busy?"

Angela asked curiously.

Renis waved her hand. "Go back and rest. Today's battle wasted too much energy. We'll investigate again tomorrow."

Huh? Is it okay to slack off at a time like this?