Becoming a god by raising witches

"Great!"

Thomson was also pleased.

The other friends cheered along with them.

"Praise be to Lord Locke Bemon!"

"Praise be to Lady Rosalia Jiménez!"

"Praise be to the great necromancer!"

Surrounded by children, Locke accomplished the feat of gaining +15 to his affinity with the dead, bringing him one step closer to 1000.

However, getting this group of skeletons to the reindeer farm is another problem; a large carriage needs to be rented.

If they walked on the street, they would scare living children.

Under the dim moonlight, Locke bid farewell to Nana, left the cemetery, and walked to the city 10 kilometers away. He rented a large carriage and, just as the carriage was about to reach its destination, used a 20-mig tip as bait to blindfold the coachman.

The coachman was trembling inside, afraid that Locke was some kind of pervert who would not only arrive at the cemetery so late but also blindfold him.

If it weren't for Locke's handsome looks, he would never have done something so morally reprehensible.

Just as the coachman unconsciously stuck out his buttocks, Locke jumped off the carriage and brought a group of small skeletons onto it.

"This coachman is so strange."

"His clothes are quite nice, I want to wear them."

"Why is he sticking his butt out so I can kick him?"

"Don't be naughty, get in the car obediently."

Locke was like a kindergarten principal who was worried sick about the children, scolding them not to make noise or tug at the coachman's clothes.

After getting into the car, Locke carefully counted the number of people.

“1、2、3、4、5……10、11、12、13、14，额？想穿女装那个去哪里了？”

“I, I’m here, next to the coachman, I also want to learn how to drive a carriage.”

The coachman felt a small, cool hand touch his hand.

Then, Locke picked Thomson up and threw him into the carriage.

"I'm sorry, we have too many children in our family, and they're still too young to understand. Let's go back."

Locke removed the blindfold from the coachman's eyes.

The coachman breathed a sigh of relief; it seemed he had managed to preserve his chastity.

20 meters, nobody can stick their butt out!

The coachman set off, and fortunately, the cemetery and the reindeer farm were located in the outskirts of the West End and did not attract much attention.

At most, the coachman might suspect Locke of being a human trafficker; otherwise, who would raise so many children?

But he is a driver with a moral bottom line, and he would never disclose any customer information after receiving payment.

But Locke, having heard his thoughts, kindly explained...

“These are all young servants sent to the manor. The procedures are all legal. Reindeer Manor is a manor under Princess Frida’s name, which is why you need to keep it a secret.”

"So it's Your Highness the Princess! I'm so honored!"

The coachman was moved to tears.

"Can the fare be reduced by 10 meters?"

Locke asked.

"no!"

The coachman spoke firmly, but fearing he might offend a certain official, he lowered his head and muttered, "Her servants shouldn't be short of money, right?"

Chapter 174, Born Rebellious

"Of course, Her Highness's servants would never be short of money."

Locke chuckled awkwardly. It turned out that Princess Frida's face wasn't worth 10 Micks, and the status of nobles in this era was nothing special.

The coachman stopped at the entrance of the reindeer farm, and Locke blindfolded him again with a black cloth.

"I'm sorry, Her Highness wishes her estate to remain a mystery."

"It's okay, I won't look at anything, nothing happened tonight."

The coachman wisely said.

The little skeleton monsters got off the vehicle one by one, making giggling noises.

"It's here, it's here."

"Is this our new home? Wow, it's so grand! Can I finally sleep in a bed?"

"I still prefer to burrow into the ground."

"Have some ambition, okay? This is a leap in social class. From now on, we will no longer be unknown skeleton monsters."

Locke covered his mouth, picked up the little skeleton, and threw him into the manor.

After all the skeletons got off the vehicle, Locke entered the manor and entrusted them to the manor's temporary butler, an old skeleton who seemed rather shrewd. It was said that he had worked as a butler for the baron's manor for three months before being murdered to silence him for witnessing something he shouldn't have seen.

The old butler's name was Os. As Os looked at the group of lively little skeletons, a loving light appeared in his empty eye sockets.

“Mr. Locke, I will take good care of your children.”

"Um... Mr. Os, do I look like I could give birth to so many... people?"

Locke complained.

"Yes, we are all Lord Locke's attendants, not Lord Locke's children."

The little skeletons, full of energy, suddenly felt a great sense of kinship looking at the many undead in the manor.

"Okay, I'll leave them to you. Just give them some tasks and make sure they don't idle."

Locke said seriously, feeling that as the owner of the manor, he should maintain his dignity.

Especially in front of a group of eerie, not-so-cute skeletons, forcing yourself to remain calm is tantamount to being extremely serious.

It seems that coming to the manor alone without Miss Eileen's company is a bit of a struggle.

I really don't understand how those necromancers can spend day and night with skeletons. Locke remembers reading in a magazine that some necromancers are necrophiles who like to date their skeletons and even marry minotaurs.

Locke found it incredible to think about.

He left the manor and went to the shivering coachman, removing the gauze from his eyes.

The coachman still dared not open his eyes.

"Sir, may we leave now?"

"Of course, we can go now."

The coachman breathed a long sigh of relief. Upon hearing Locke get into the carriage, he pulled on the reins without hesitation, turned the horse around, and drove away.

He didn't know why, but he got goosebumps all over his body just now, and he felt like there was a ghost watching him.

I wonder if some terrible illegal activity is taking place at Princess Frida's reindeer farm.

Of course, he, a mere commoner, dared not say anything about what these nobles did.

Thinking about this, he felt that his guest was very considerate, covering his eyes to prevent him from seeing anything he shouldn't have seen.

The coachman took Locke back to the East End, where Locke got off the carriage early and cautiously walked home.

As soon as I opened the door, I saw Alice rushing out for help.

“Great master, you’ve finally returned! Please save Alice, Rebecca is going to eat me!”

"Haha, little vampire, don't run away, let this demon eat you!"

A wisp of white smoke appeared in front of Locke in an instant, and upon seeing him, she let out a cackling laugh.

"You can hide behind Locke Bemon then, so I can devour you all. While Locke Bemon remains unawakened, and while this demon has already replenished two-thirds of his soul, hahaha! Although you just helped me replenish one-third of my soul, demons don't know gratitude. Blame it on your previous treatment of me as a servant! Hahaha, prepare to die!"

Locke raised an eyebrow upon hearing Rebecca's thoughts and used [Shadow Gun Shot] on the shadow of the demon Rebecca, freezing it in place.

Rebecca, like a ferocious beast, stopped just 3cm away from Locke.

'Huh? Why can't I move? Could it be that he's awakened a terrifying power? That makes sense, otherwise how could he have persuaded that woman, Renish, to help me?!'

Because Rebecca didn't know it was a shadow, and because she was already afraid of the Infinite Serpent within Locke, she immediately backed down, reverting to her loli form and obediently looking at Locke.

“Great master, you’re back! I was playing cat and mouse with Alice and secretly scared her. What a complete coward.”

"I can't argue with Rebecca, who's always been rebellious," Rebecca retorted.

It was at this moment that Locke lost control of the shadow.

Fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, indicating that to control a demon like Rebecca, the restraint on the shadow could only last for a maximum of 5 seconds.

Next, Locke tried to freeze Alice's shadow.

“Great master, Rebecca has frozen me; I can’t move.”