Becoming a god by raising witches

"That was the Forest Witch. She must have replicated the power of an ancient witch, but she couldn't withstand it and eventually lost control."

Boyd replied with a long face.

"An out-of-control witch?"

Locke looked at Boyd, feigning ignorance.

Boyd nodded slightly. "Witches, like weirdos, can go out of control. She and the previous assassins don't seem to be the same group of people. There should be two groups of assassins."

Renis nodded slightly. "In that case, Robson and Sieg will be in charge of investigating the Church of Light and see if they have recently infiltrated Tumen. Angela and Dimo ​​will be in charge of investigating the situation in Aidenburg and see if the neighboring country has made any big moves recently and if they are related to the assassination. Locke and Boyd will be in charge of investigating why the out-of-control witch attacked Her Majesty the Queen."

"Yes, Director."

"Yes, sir."

"Received, Director."

"Well, as the main person in charge of investigating this case, we must hurry up. You guys go ahead and get busy."

Renis reminded her.

Locke broke out in a sweat, thinking that Renis was unaware of the urgency of the situation.

So she knew she was the one in charge.

"Director, can we take time off after the holiday?"

Sieg asked.

Renis nodded slightly. "Okay, if we can't find out who's behind this, you can take a permanent leave of absence."

Sieg looked like he'd eaten dog poop, his face pale and sickly.

Seeing Sieg's expression, Angela chuckled, "You can just ask Mrs. Freya about this. Why ask the director directly?"

The investigators left Renis's office and split into three teams to begin their investigation.

"Judging from the director's attitude yesterday, I didn't think she would take it seriously."

Locke said to his partner Boyd.

"Based on my understanding of the director, she really won't take it seriously. The Fifth Security Bureau and the ministers will do their best to investigate. If there are no results, they will put pressure on the director and make her find some force to take responsibility. In this situation, everyone can be safe and sound."

Boyd shrugged and said.

"You mean the Cult of Light?"

Locke asked a question he already knew the answer to.

Boyd nodded. "Of course, this is just my guess. Right now, we still need to work hard. The investigation report needs to be written very well in order to absolve the Bureau of Paranormal Investigations of responsibility."

Uh, Boyd, you look like a seasoned pro.

Locke internally grumbled as he left the Bureau of Investigation with Boyd, taking a carriage to the West End.

To investigate the out-of-control witch, we must begin by examining the lingering aura in the West District Plaza.

Although most of these auras were absorbed by the Church of Life's purification techniques, a necessary process was still required.

“Boyd, how about this, we split up. You investigate the lingering scent in the square, and I'll go check on the victims. Perhaps they still have the witch's scent on them.”

Locke suggested.

Boyd nodded slightly. "Okay, that's a good idea."

So the two parted ways in the square, and Locke went to the hospital to check on the injured.

The main reason for separating from Boyd was to test his newly acquired ability, shadow control.

However, even after shaking off Boyd, he still had to consider Uncle Martin, who had been following him.

This is quite simple. All you need to do is switch places with Shadow, and Uncle Martin will track your clone, giving you time to conduct your experiments.

Locke has discovered that since [Shadow Clone] was upgraded to [Light and Shadow Clone], the skill has added a new function: the user's position can be switched with the clone's position at any time, which undoubtedly increases his means of survival.

However, compared to the Infinite Serpent within her body, these life-saving methods seem insignificant.

After switching places with his shadow clone, Locke entered a small tavern in the West End.

The tavern was filled with a large number of idle people who were watching the cockfighting game inside.

The East and West are not so different when it comes to using animals for gambling; two turkeys are fighting in an enclosed octagonal cage while men carrying barrels of liquor watch from outside.

"Go Kosla!!!"

"Go Bem!!!"

The two turkeys are named Kosla and Bem.

Locke walked through the noisy crowd, found a corner to sit down, and looked for a suitable target for his experiment.

Unfortunately, they happened to see the red-haired woman delivering the drinks being harassed by two rough men.

"I'd much rather savor your fragrance than the cheap wine here. I'm willing to pay 100 mike. How about spending the night with me?"

“I’m willing to pay 120 Micks. It’s definitely more cost-effective to go with me. Maren, don’t try to take it from me.”

Bernie, I don't actually mind if we're together.

The two men let out a lewd laugh.

"I'm sorry, I was just responsible for delivering the drinks."

The red-haired woman said aggrievedly, but the two rough men had already started to grope her and ignored her explanation.

This kind of thing happens frequently in the pub, and the red-haired woman can only endure it. No one will stand up for her because many people will give her a tip after touching her, which has become an unwritten rule here. Even if the red-haired woman is unwilling, she can only silently accept the money when she gets it.

This is also why many bar girls end up as prostitutes; it is said that 80% of them have experience as prostitutes.

Locke decided to use the shadows of these two men for his experiment.

Just as Bernie and Maren were groping the redhead, two shadows appeared from behind.

Snapped--

Bernie turned to look at Marlen with displeasure. "Marlen, why did you spank me?"

"I also want to ask you, why did you pinch my cheek!"

The two exchanged a glance, their eyes filled with shock.

"Damn it, Maren, you're not trying to kiss my OO, are you?"

"You're the one who deserves to die. Who would even look at you?"

The two went from arguing to fighting, completely losing their interest in harassing the woman.

"I'm going to show you the consequences of flirting with a hunky guy today!"

"Eat shit, you damn Marlen."

Taking advantage of a lull in their fight, the redhead quickly turned and slipped away.

Although she didn't know what had happened, she silently thanked the goddess in her heart for sparing her from harassment.

Locke ordered a glass of rum and, while drinking, tried to continue using his shadow to play some harmless pranks.

Unfortunately, after he and his clone switched places, Miss Irene, the black cat on his head, couldn't come along, leaving Locke with no audience and only able to enjoy the fun of this prank by himself.

"Rock Bemon, I never expected to run into you here."

A girl wearing a green cloak sat down next to Locke.

Locke was taken aback. He was neither a stranger to her nor an acquaintance with her.

They had only met once, when Her Majesty the Queen was traveling. She was a female knight belonging to the Black Rose organization, one of the three female knights of the Queen's personal guard, the witch Sharuna Bergman.

The witch Sharona Bergman is still searching for the witch's heart, which is out of control. She appears in the West End tavern because she has found nothing.

I never expected to see Locke here.

Chapter 170, The Witch Sharon Bergman

"Miss Sharona."

Locke was curious about her abilities, so he took out some candy he always carried and offered it to her in a friendly manner.

"Want some candy?"

"Thank you, but I don't like sweets."

The witch Sharon Bergman refused Locke's candy. She was not a witch who would accept food from others indiscriminately; she was quite vigilant, and even when drinking alcohol, she would take out her own cup.

To summarize, she is the witch Charlotte Bergman, who has obsessive-compulsive disorder related to cleanliness.

Even though Locke's favorability towards her has reached 30, she still won't accept him.

Locke watched as she took out a spotless silver goblet and ordered a glass of rum.

The bartender at the counter looked at the woman, who was wearing a cloak and whose face was obscured, with surprise. She was drinking the cheapest rum from such an expensive glass, giving the impression that she was begging with a golden bowl.

The witch Sharon Bergman picked up her glass and took a sip.

"Locke Bemon, you must have come here to investigate Her Majesty the Queen's assassination attempt, right?"

"Yes, we at the Bureau of Paranormal Investigations are under a lot of pressure."