Becoming a god by raising witches

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Eileen said in a low voice,

“You have been marked by Rosalia Jiménez. Since she considers you to be her admirer, any action you take against this will result in your destruction.”

'Furthermore, if I were to marry you, Katerina would find out.'

Eileen added in her mind.

"What should I do?"

Locke's lips were almost touching Eileen's face when, with her last shred of sanity, Eileen lashed out with a chop to the neck, knocking Locke unconscious.

"That's all."

……

When Locke woke up again, he saw Rebecca, the unit of measurement, with her eyes wide open.

"Locke, the food is ready. Would you like some?"

Where is Xiao Ai?

"Miss Rococo has gone out."

Rebecca pouted and said that she had originally wanted to stop it, but she was slapped against the wall instead, which was a complete disgrace!

Surprisingly, even after regaining some of her power, she is still no match for a little witch. It seems that she shouldn't rashly challenge Renis.

Locke tasted Rebecca's new dish, which was actually nothing new. It was just ordinary beef with peas and potatoes. In Locke's opinion, to make this dish delicious, it would need at least a broth that had been simmered for 4 hours. Unfortunately, Rebecca did not have this step.

"what about the taste?"

Rebecca asked expectantly, referring to the beef, pea, and potato soup that she had racked her brains to come up with.

"It's just so-so. It can only be called food, not gourmet food."

Locke gave it a low rating, and Rebecca rolled her eyes, took off her apron, and threw it on the ground.

"Hmph! You have no taste!!! Do you think you're a food critic?"

Rebecca angrily turned into smoke and flew back to the devil's pipe.

Locke said goodnight to Hannah and then went to his room to sleep.

The next morning, Locke went to work at the Bureau of Paranormal Investigations as usual.

He first went to what should have been Mrs. Freya's office on the first floor, and was surprised to find a balding old gentleman sitting inside.

"Hello, who are you?"

"My name is Blue, and I'm the new accountant. Hello, Investigator Locke, I've reviewed your file."

"Bruce said with a smile."

Locke was stunned; he hadn't expected Renis to recruit new people so quickly.

Wait, his voice sounds familiar. Doesn't it sound a bit like the owl that Renis keeps that likes to eat cats?

This is it! It tastes just like it!

Locke confirmed his guess, so he left Blue's office and went upstairs to room 302.

He knocked on Renis's office door.

"Come in."

Renis glanced at Locke calmly, as if Locke had just had a strange dream last night.

"what's up?"

She was working on her documents with her head down when she casually asked a question.

"I'm here to return this."

Locke placed the model that originally belonged to Mrs. Freya's office on the table.

This was also a strange object, but it no longer served any purpose, because the demon's soul was no longer inside. Now it was just a small ornament.

But this item reminded Renis of what happened last night.

She looked up at Locke.

"You'd better forget about last night. That was just my clone; it doesn't represent my will."

The subtext is, therefore, I will not take responsibility for you.

Although Locke didn't think the woman should be responsible for this, Locke Ming's behavior yesterday was really misleading, which is why Renis had such thoughts.

"What happened last night?"

Locke asked, feigning curiosity.

Renis nodded in satisfaction. She didn't want Locke to misunderstand her; she only loved Queen Katerina.

Although Locke's performance in bed was indeed remarkable.

"Okay, go ahead and investigate thoroughly. Report back when you find any clues."

Renis waved her hand, indicating that Locke could leave.

Locke was pondering whether to go to the cemetery to find Nana or to farm his skill points.

Considering that Rosalia Jiménez might demand even more this time, Locke decided to wait a while before going to see Him.

Hurry up and practice skills like [Long Hair Art], [Keen Smell], and [Shadow Control].

Once you've maxed out all these skills, you can use [Fusion Magic] to develop new skills.

At this rate of progress, defeating Rebecca shouldn't be a problem.

Of course, we still need to go to the cemetery, because the number of undead in the contract is only 15, which is far from enough.

Wait, why would I go to a cemetery?

1000 undead creatures, but it doesn't mean they have to be skeletons.

Locke decided to find an ant nest and wreak havoc.

Chapter 176, Who dares to bully the noble witch?

Locke decided to create a batch of ant undead. If Angela were to become an enemy in the future, he could use these ants to restrain her. It wasn't that he was lazy or didn't want to contract a proper undead; it was simply a precautionary measure.

If the batch of undead ants I created could infiltrate Angela's insect army, wouldn't that be like planting a bunch of traitors in the enemy camp? They might just play a big role at a crucial moment.

With that in mind, Locke decided to speed up and find the ant nest.

After searching the Bureau of Investigation but not finding the Ant Cave, Locke decided to look outside.

Just as I was about to leave, I heard Angela's voice.

"Locke, where are you going?"

Huh? Just like that, he appeared as soon as you thought of him.

Locke stiffly turned his head to look at Angela, who was wearing a new dress.

"Angela, I'm on my way to the West Plaza to continue investigating the clues. Did you need me?"

"Have you seen Dimo? I haven't seen him all day."

Angela pouted, looking unhappy.

"No, he didn't come to work today?"

Locke asked in surprise.

"Maybe he doesn't want to take me with him when he goes out on field missions. He's always like this. If he deems something dangerous, he will never take me with him."

Angela complained.

"Okay, this is for your own good. You are the family member he values most."

Locke said.

"Who's his family? Hmph."

Angela stubbornly raised her head, "We're just an ordinary uncle and niece."

"Alright, is there anything else? If not, I need to go and carry out my mission."

Locke said.

"Oh, the chief wants you to go see her tonight."

Angela said.

"night?"

Locke looked at Angela suspiciously, "Are you sure it's this time?"

"Yes, that's what the director meant. He probably wants you to work overtime."