Becoming a god by raising witches

"It seems I misjudged him; he truly has no designs on Her Majesty the Queen."

"Is there really a man in this world who can resist Her Majesty's beauty?"

The hooting of an owl rang out.

"Perhaps because the clone's scheme worked, he has completely fallen for it and thinks about sleeping with the clone every day."

"Renes said calmly."

"Heh, two clones, is that interesting?"

The owl sneered, and the next second, it was pinned to the table and punished by Renis.

The owl let out a pitiful cry for help.

Locke eavesdropped at the door for a while, then quietly left.

He didn't know if it was the in-depth conversation between Ming and Renis that had an impact on him, but he did feel that Renis looked more pleasing to the eye than before. If his favorability rating had a progress bar, if his favorability rating for Renis was 50 before, it would be at least 80 now.

After all, we all know each other very well.

Of course, despite his high level of affection for her, he also knew that Renis was a very dangerous woman, and he would not get close to her easily.

Besides, he also keeps a cat at home.

Having your own cat but not petting it, instead petting night owls—isn't that the mark of a jerk?

Instead of wasting time trying to straighten out Rhaenys, who is already crooked, it's better to cultivate a good relationship with your own cat.

My cat is so versatile, it can transform into any type I want.

No, is this the time to think about such things? This is the time to think about life and death.

Locke shook off the jumbled thoughts in his mind and went to the Cathedral of Life, San Figueires.

To Locke's surprise, Louisa, the girl in green who always waited for him at the church entrance, did not come out to greet him. To be precise, he did not see her petite figure inside the church either.

Sister Sinai, who was usually with Louisa, was also not there.

Locke found the perfect Sister Lux and asked her curiously,

Where did Sinai and Louisa go?

"They went to Ebanks with Father Bath to help out."

Ebanks is a small town located near Kosork. Although it is not as prosperous as Kosork, its specialty is weapons. It is said that 90% of the town's industries are owned by nobles and it is also under the jurisdiction of the Sixth Bureau of Investigation. If strange events occur...

What's wrong in Ebanks?

Locke asked.

"The Son of Life and Daughter of Life in Ebanks died tragically this morning after attending a ceremony. The local church requested our investigation, so Father Bath took Sinai with him. As for Louisa, she was forcibly taken by Sinai, who was afraid that Louisa might do something outrageous without her, such as running away to an investigator's house and secretly holding a wedding."

Lux explained in detail.

Locke blushed and said he would never let what Lux said happen. As a gentleman, how could he possibly marry a child?

"Do you need my help?"

Locke asked politely.

Lux shook her head. "If the Bureau of Paranormal Investigations really needs to intervene, the Church won't be polite to you."

"Well, actually, the reason I came to see you today is because I was slightly injured during the last mission to protect Her Majesty the Queen, and I'm still not fully recovered, so I hope I can get your help."

Locke stated frankly.

Lux glanced at Locke's condition and said with a smile, "Of course, no problem. Come with me to my room."

Wait a minute, didn't we always go to the lounge? Why are we going to your room this time?

Locke gladly went.

Lux's room, just like her name, was kept very tidy and spotless.

A simple round table and benches, a wooden dressing table and bookshelf, and a rustic single bed.

The bed was covered with white bedding and a neatly folded spare nun's habit.

Locke noticed that the nun was wearing stockings.

Lux found a well-worn book on the bookshelf, walked over to Locke, and saw him looking at his bed. She smiled, waved the book in her hand, and handed it to Locke.

"Locke, this is for you. Of course, if you want to rest, you can sleep here without any problem."

The innocent Lux had no impure thoughts; she simply believed that Locke only wanted to sleep on the bed, which made Locke feel somewhat ashamed.

"Lux, what is this?"

Locke looked at the book in his hands with curiosity.

"This is a magic book. It records a magical blood-making technique. I see that you don't seem to be injured, just a little anemic. I also smell a vampire scent on you. If you are raising vampires, then you don't need my healing spell. All you need is for your body to continuously produce fresh blood."

Lux said with a smile.

What? Raising vampires? Well, it seems Lux misunderstood herself, but not completely.

Alice is indeed in her own home, but she doesn't need to drink her own blood. The one who actually drinks blood is in the grave—Rosalia Jiménez.

However, this blood-generating technique is exactly the kind of magic I urgently need right now.

Lux is truly perfect; she solved her immediate problem.

How can I thank you?

Locke asked.

"You're welcome, Locke. I'm glad to be of help, but vampires are dangerous and strange creatures. If you can't control her, please let me know in time, and I can come to your home to get rid of her."

Lux smiled like an angel, her voice still radiating a holy glow even as she spoke the word "cleanse."

No wonder Sieg was so infatuated with her that he even went so far as to use his Dream Heart to meet her in his dreams.

"Thank you, but I still want to thank you. Are you free tonight?"

Locke asked.

"?"

Lux looked at Locke with a puzzled expression.

"May I have the honor of inviting the beautiful nun to dinner? I am having a Christmas dinner at my home tonight, although today is the third day of Christmas."

Locke said with a smile.

"Okay, I will be on time."

Lux laughed too. She could never refuse other people's invitations because she was too kind.

Locke took the magic book and left the church.

He sat in the carriage and opened the magic book. He recognized every word in the book, but he couldn't understand it.

This blood-generating magic is not a simple, low-level spell; on the contrary, it requires a high level of magical comprehension.

Locke discovered that his talent in magic was, to put it mildly, utterly terrible.

It seems I have no choice but to take this book back and let the witch study it first before teaching it to me.

Why is it that others are one in a million with top-tier talent, while I'm just a nobody?

Locke sighed and had the coachman drive the carriage to the cemetery.

The coachman took Locke to his destination and then sped off without stopping.

Because this cemetery looks too gloomy.

Even during the day, a normal person wouldn't want to linger here.

Locke arrived at Rosalia Jiménez's tombstone and knocked three times. The skeleton Nana appeared.

Nana forced an ugly smile.

"Lord Locke Bemon, hello. Isn't the weather perfect for a date today? Lady Rosalia Jiménez has been waiting for you for a long time."

Haha, don't say scary things. Do I look like the kind of person who would be scared of skeletons?

Locke's heart trembled slightly as he said, "Please lead the way."

Nana, dragging Locke along, experienced the feeling of eating dirt for a few more seconds before appearing at Rosalia Jiménez's manor.

Rosalia Jiménez, still dressed in her magnificent but badly tattered court dress, her eyes covered by black veils, her features exquisitely beautiful like a doll, stood in the rose-filled courtyard, smiling at Locke, and licking her lips.

'My snacks, you've come.'

Chapter 179, Undead Fire

Rosalia Jiménez smiled at Locke, but Locke felt a chill run down his spine.

It felt like Rosalia Jiménez saw her as no longer a complete living being, but rather a dish.

But it's alright, the question I'm going to ask today shouldn't cost me my life.

Thinking this through, Locke calmed his nerves and politely greeted Rosalia Jiménez.

"Good afternoon, beautiful and noble witch."