Becoming a god by raising witches

Locke looked at Renis in surprise. When Her Majesty the Queen was around, she acted as if she would go through fire and water for her, but as soon as Her Majesty the Queen left, she became lazy.

"Director, this isn't right. If we can't find the problem within three days, you'll be dismissed."

Robson said with concern.

Am I the only one who was dismissed?

Renis raised an eyebrow and looked at Robson.

There's still a group of old guys; they'll do their best.

Chapter 166, Hunting the Witch

Conservative minister Donovan and radical minister Reid were both feeling like they'd eaten dog shit. Of course, the most frustrated person wasn't them, but rather the Fifth Magistrate's Chief of Staff, Hoganu, who had been unjustly implicated.

Hogonu felt worse than if he had eaten dog poop. To put it in a metaphor, it was like being forced to eat dog poop after being forced to mate with a dog—a double blow.

"Investigate! Investigate everyone! Dig three feet into the ground, find them out! If you can't find them, nobody's going home! Investigate for three days and three nights straight!"

Hogonu has decided to stop being human in order to keep his position.

"Yes, sir."

The officers of the Fifth Security Division dared not speak out against their anger.

Why can the people from the Sixth Security Division just leave whenever they want, but we have to be implicated and stay to work overtime?

They cast hateful yet envious glances at Locke and the others.

'This is clearly a task assigned to Chief Reines, so why is our Fifth Sheriff's Division doing the work?'

'I envy them, those damn senior investigators.'

'I wish we were with Chief Reines, why did it have to be Chief Hogonu?'

"Chief, is there overtime pay?"

Hogonu roared.

"What are you looking at? Get back to investigating! Turn the entire West District Plaza upside down, no, turn the entire West District upside down, find all the clues!"

"Yes, sir."

The sheriffs responded in unison, splitting into several groups, like tree roots spreading underground, extending to every corner of the western district. The largest number of people were distributed in the square, as if they wanted to crawl into the ground and find some intelligence.

Conservative minister Donovan and radical minister Reid also sent their subordinates to participate actively. Like Hogonu, they valued their positions highly and did not want to be dismissed.

Even the Queen's personal guards sent a portion of their forces to participate in the investigation.

The church staff are responsible for purifying the people and erasing some of their terrible memories.

Of all the factions, only the Sixth Security Court displayed remarkable composure, withdrawing from the West District Plaza early on.

"Let's go back and get some rest."

Sieg patted Robson on the shoulder.

"But I want to stay and help."

The naive Robson said.

"How can you have the energy to investigate a case if you don't eat your fill and get a good night's sleep?"

Sieg put his arm around Robson's shoulder and whispered in his ear, "You must be terrified. I'll take you to a pub to calm you down."

Dimo perked up his ears. "A tavern? How could I be left out?"

"I'm not going, I'm going back to rest."

Angela refused to act with Dimo.

Boyd, who had been slacking off, stroked his chin. "I should go back for tea too. I haven't had tea all day, and I feel uncomfortable all over. Locke, do you want to come along? We're going the same way."

"You guys go back first. I lost something during the fight and I need to look for it."

Locke said.

"Okay, goodbye then."

Locke's colleagues from the Bureau of Paranormal Investigations bid farewell to each other and boarded their respective carriages.

"Director Renis, are you leaving already?"

Minister Donovan and Reid, once again acting in unison, did the same thing: they frowned and caught up with Rhaenys as she was about to board the carriage.

"Yes, my investigators and I need to go back and have a thorough review meeting. Given what happened, our Sixth Security Division, as one of the main forces in this security operation, must conduct a thorough review."

'Heh, so you know you need to write a self-criticism?'

"Wait, is this the time for a self-criticism? Don't try to slack off with this excuse!!! You're going to the magistrate's court for a self-criticism meeting, why are you taking separate carriages in different directions!"

The two ministers were roaring inwardly.

“I think the review meeting can be postponed. You should stay and search for clues first. As professionals, the investigators should pay more attention to the Queen’s assassination attempt.”

"Reed said seriously."

Donovan agreed, saying, "Yes, I think so too. There's absolutely no need to hold a review meeting now."

"How can a review meeting be unnecessary? If they don't realize the seriousness of the Queen's assassination attempt, how can they be expected to investigate the case properly? Don't waste our precious time any longer."

Renis got into the carriage and told the coachman to hurry up and leave, as she didn't want to waste time arguing with the ministers.

Seeing the head of the Sixth Security Court acting unilaterally, both ministers cursed inwardly, feeling that their positions were in grave danger.

"We can only rely on ourselves now."

Minister Reid sighed.

"Who are you calling 'us'? We, the Conservative Party, will investigate this case, and you radicals can expect to be fired."

Donovan tilted his head back and snorted coldly.

The two of them returned to their previous state of mutual dislike.

When they saw Locke, the last remaining member of the Sixth Sheriff's Court, their eyes unconsciously revealed admiration.

This boy was completely different from those cunning and deceitful fellows in the Sixth Security Court.

They knew that Locke, who was involved in the route planning, could not be blamed for this at all, because no problems had occurred along the way, and the final destination was West End Square, which had been published in the newspapers.

Those audacious assassins may have chosen to ambush in the square after reading the reports, or perhaps they mingled among the workers.

Moreover, the fact that Renis immediately pushed Locke Bemon to be the scapegoat after the incident further highlighted that Locke Bemon and the group of lazy investigators Renis brought out were not the same kind of people.

Unfortunately, if this matter is not investigated, he will be exempted from responsibility.

Otherwise, Minister Rhett really wanted to extend an olive branch to Locke Beamont and bring him under his command.

Donovan shared the same thought. He walked over to Rock Bemon, patted the boy on the shoulder,

"Locke Bemon, tell me as soon as you find out anything."

"Ok."

Although Locke was staying to look for something, not to investigate the case, he still nodded politely.

Locke didn't lose any valuable items during the battle, but he noticed that the three knight witches did not return to the palace with Her Majesty the Queen, which meant they were still searching for the Witch's Heart.

If we could find the witch's heart and bring it back to Eileen, wouldn't that increase the witch's power?

To give himself a little more sense of security, Locke began to carefully search for cracks in the ground.

After searching the West District Plaza without finding any luminous crystals, Locke had no choice but to leave the plaza and continue his search. Fortunately, he was extremely familiar with the West District, and no alleyway or hidden corner could escape his eyes.

"Sigh, I was too lucky. They must have found me by now, right?"

Locke sighed, "Let's search for another two hours. If we can't find it, we'll go home."

Two hours passed quickly, night fell, and the bright moon rose into the sky.

Under the moonlight, Locke discovered that a purple light was emanating from behind him.

He turned around and saw the witch's heart, which was the size of a palm.

This guy has been following me the whole time?!

Locke had not noticed anything amiss before.

Is this also the effect of [Witch's Temptation]?

Thinking of this, Locke happily reached out his hand, and sure enough, the Witch's Heart obediently moved into his palm.

"Since you voluntarily let me take you away, then I won't be polite."

Locke stuffed the Witch's Heart into his coat pocket, and without even taking a carriage, he used his long hair art to quickly leave the West District like a giant spider in the night, heading towards his residence in the East District.

Under the cover of night, no one noticed the aerial acrobat, Locke.

Locke returned home safely and couldn't wait to find Eileen.

"Xiao Ai, look what I brought back for you."

Eileen rubbed her eyes. After sleeping all day, she still felt a little listless until she saw Locke and the Witch's Heart in his hand.

In her eyes, Locke seemed to have an extra filter on him, making him shine.