Becoming a god by raising witches

The kitchen staff were talking amongst themselves, and when they saw Locke, they immediately put down their work and surrounded him.

"Locke, you weren't hurt yesterday, were you?"

Did you witness Her Majesty the Queen's assassination with your own eyes? What exactly happened?

Even old Rani put down his work and came over, looking at Locke with curiosity.

"I'm fine. There was indeed an assassination attempt in the square."

“You went there yourself, so tell us the details.”

"Yeah yeah."

The three cooks surrounded Locke, hoping to hear some inside information.

As someone directly involved, Locke's account is certainly more truthful than what the reporters reported.

"Alright, but I also have to make breakfast for the director. Otherwise, I'll just talk to him while I make it."

Locke shrugged helplessly, not expecting them to care so much about this.

For Rhaenys' final creation, Locke plans to make Dutch muffins and French potato and chicken thigh pancakes.

A combination of sweet and savory flavors makes breakfast more satisfying.

First, it has a crispy outer shell and a filling that tastes like pudding, with a rich egg flavor.

Locke washed his hands, put on gloves and a chef's hat, picked up a solid piece of butter, weighed it down to about 70 grams, put the butter into a mold, and placed the mold in the oven to melt the butter.

“Yesterday, we set off from the Queen’s Quarter with Her Majesty’s personal guard and the people of the church, crossed the Trey Bridge, and arrived in the West Quarter. There were no accidents along the way, and everyone welcomed us. Many people were so moved that they shed tears when they saw Her Majesty the Queen.”

As Locke spoke, he mixed 165 grams of low-gluten flour, 320 ml of milk, 6 eggs, and 60 g of sugar together, poured the mixture into a mold in the oven, and placed it on a baking tray.

He bent down and adjusted the oven temperature to around 220 degrees Celsius.

Is Her Majesty the Queen really as beautiful as the rumors suggest?

The short Graf asked.

Locke nodded, glanced at his pocket watch, and memorized the time.

"Yes, I need to bake it for 25 minutes."

Graf looked at Locke expectantly.

Locke gave an affirmative answer, "Yes, Her Majesty the Queen is very beautiful."

"Ah, I knew it."

Graf clutched his chest, imagining himself there, then clenched his fist. "Damn it, who dares to assassinate Her Majesty the Queen?"

While waiting for the Dutch muffins to bake, Locke began making French-style potato and chicken leg pancakes.

He prepared one boneless chicken thigh, two small potatoes, three sprigs of rosemary, white wine, olive oil, black pepper, white pepper, garlic, and salt as seasonings.

"Locke, tell me quickly, how did things go after the team arrived in the West District?"

Fedor urged, Locke said.

"The people of the West End also warmly welcomed Her Majesty the Queen, but the situation was different when they arrived at the West End Plaza. There, a huge crowd of workers had gathered, all of whom had lost their jobs due to the closure of the small alchemy factory. Their eyes were blank and lifeless, like walking corpses. Upon seeing Her Majesty the Queen, some of them even questioned why the Alchemy Act was not enacted?"

Hearing Locke's description, old Rani and Fedor were stunned.

They seemed to see the numb faces of the workers.

Locke laid the chicken thigh flat on the cutting board, stuck a clove of raw garlic into the chicken thigh with a silver fork, and repeatedly stabbed it, as if giving the chicken thigh a massage.

"Her Majesty delivered a passionate speech, calming their emotions and telling them that they could have jobs or join the army in the North, with very generous benefits for new recruits. Many people were very excited when they heard this, and they began to shout 'Long live Her Majesty!'"

"As expected of Her Majesty the Queen, I also wish I could hear her speak in person."

"I really envy those who get to watch."

Locke ignored their comments, lowered his head, and carefully examined the chicken leg, imagining it as Katerina's face.

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"The alchemists of the Alchemy Cult used a new type of hamburger machine to make a lot of hamburgers, and everyone got one."

Old Rani frowned upon hearing this. "It must taste terrible."

"No, the hamburger was delicious, I had one too."

Locke retorted.

Old Rani and Fedor, among others, all showed expressions of great shock.

Locke continued, "Just as everyone was immersed in the joyful atmosphere, an explosion rang out!"

As he spoke, he washed the potatoes clean and cut them into thick strips.

He poured olive oil into a frying pan and heated it up. He then placed the chicken thigh meat skin-side down and slowly fried it over low heat.

Fry until the chicken skin turns brownish-black, then flip it over.

"Starting from the end of the West Square, in the blink of an eye, the explosion reached right in front of Her Majesty the Queen. His Excellency the Cardinal of the Church of Life used his shield to block the explosion."

Old Rani, Fedor, and Graf all gasped, their faces turning deathly pale.

"Wait, how could a shield possibly stop an explosion?"

"Yes, could it be the Golden Shield?"

They asked.

Locke omitted the superpower part and explained, "It's a special shield that can withstand explosions. Unfortunately, the civilians weren't so lucky. Some lost their legs, some lost their hands, and some lost their heads. There was blood everywhere on the ground, and cries and pleas for help. It was chaos."

"Oh my god, is that so?"

"It's too awful."

Fedor and others exclaimed.

Locke continued to fry the potatoes, garlic, and rosemary in the pan, then flipped the potato strips and used a fork to press the chicken thigh meat horizontally to ensure it was heated evenly.

Once cooked through, pour in white wine. A burst of flames instantly rises from the pan, but after Locke skillfully tosses the pan, the flames extinguish again, and everything returns to calm.

"Yes, they are really unlucky. They thought Her Majesty the Queen had brought hope, but instead they suffered an undeserved disaster."

Locke shook his head.

“Locke, you can’t say that. Her Majesty the Queen certainly didn’t want this either.”

"Yes, I saw in the newspaper that Her Majesty the Queen has done a very good job in providing relief to these victims, and their families are receiving a large sum of money."

Graf said seriously.

Locke continued to watch his frying pan, waiting for the white wine to evaporate completely. He then added 1/2 teaspoon of salt and 1/2 teaspoon of white pepper to season, shaking the pan to ensure the chicken thigh and potato strips were evenly seasoned.

"Yes, Her Majesty the Queen has made compensation, but how can the dead benefit from it? If it were you, would you be willing to be blown up so that your family could receive a sum of money?"

Locke countered with a question to Graf.

"I...I don't want to."

Graf stammered, "I want to live a few more years."

"That's what everyone thinks."

Locke shrugged, then picked up a chicken leg, skin side down, and sliced ​​it into strips with a sharp Western-style knife. He then arranged the strips on a plate with potato strips, and finally garnished it with two sprigs of fresh rosemary. The French-style fried chicken leg with potatoes was now ready.

He rubbed his hands together, glanced at the time on his pocket watch, and it was exactly 25 minutes.

He walked to the bulky, enormous oven, took out the baked muffins, and the sweet, rich aroma instantly filled the entire kitchen.

"Alright, my dear colleagues, don't disturb me while I'm making breakfast for Lady Renis. Today's breakfast is of utmost importance."

"You've already done it."

Fedor said he was still enjoying the story and wanted to hear more from Locke.

"No, I need to wait quietly for 10 minutes."

Locke said with a smile.

"Alright, alright, you guys should get to work now, lest those guys go hungry."

Old Rani urged the other two cooks to get to work, no longer bothering Locke.

Locke waited 10 minutes, and the fluffy muffins flattened on their own. He then decorated them with fruit and powdered sugar, creating a delicious and visually appealing Dutch muffin.

Arrange French-style fried chicken thighs with potatoes and Dutch waffles, and pair them with a cup of coffee for a perfect breakfast.

Locke carried the tray out of the kitchen, upstairs, and into Renis's office.

As always, the black-haired bureau chief, Renis, sat at her desk processing documents.

"Director, today's breakfast is fried chicken thigh with potatoes and muffins. I hope you like it."

Renis looked up and saw Locke and the food in his hands.

Her eyes lit up slightly; she liked pancakes.

Renis picked up her fork and began to enjoy her meal.

She first put a pancake in her mouth; the outside was crispy, the inside was soft, and the sweetness was just right, leaving her wanting more.

[Ding! Successfully fed the witch!]