Becoming a god by raising witches

Locke discovered that his hair had all turned into thick leaves, constantly absorbing the limited sunlight. The afterglow of the setting sun shone on his head, making him feel a happiness he had never felt before.

Let me bask in the sunlight forever.

Locke thought to himself.

"No, my friends are coming soon, I can't face them like this, can I?"

Locke suddenly remembered something very important.

But the next second, he felt that nothing was more important than sunbathing.

“It’s alright. You’ll be back to normal when the sun goes down. If they arrive early, you can show them what a devout believer in life is.”

Eileen comforted her.

"Okay, I'm not comforted at all by you."

Locke decided that if his friends arrived early, Hannah or Alice would be in charge of greeting them.

An hour later, streetlights lit up the streets of the East District, and the setting sun completely disappeared, becoming an orange-red streak on the horizon.

The Parker and Parra brothers finally found Locke's new home.

They set off early in the morning, and to save money, they didn't even pay the carriage fare to cross the Trey Bridge. They walked the entire way on their own two feet until they reached the East End. After searching for a long time in the East End and asking some passersby, they finally found Locke's residence.

They were all dressed quite appropriately today, inexpensive suits paired with work pants, which still looked somewhat mismatched. But in the West End, their attire would be considered normal. However, in the East End, they looked like monkeys being watched, receiving a lot of ridicule and stares.

Nevertheless, they did not regret coming to find Locke.

This is likely the last time they will see their friends; after this gathering, they will be heading to the North.

“My God, Parker, I’ve always heard that sheriffs have great benefits, but I never imagined that after Locke became a sheriff, he could not only live in the East District, but also in such a luxurious detached house.”

Parker said enviously.

Para swallowed hard, his eyes also filled with envy, but he also became more nervous. He straightened his ill-fitting bow tie and said...

"Isn't Locke's sister Hannah also a reporter for the Tumen Times? Plus, their family has paid off their debts, so it's not surprising that they can afford a house like this. When we make our mark in the North, we'll rent a house like this when we come back."

“That’s right, then we can be neighbors with Locke again.”

Parker said with a smile.

"To be able to rent a house like this, one must be doing it to maintain a respectable appearance while working at the sheriff's office. I suspect Locke must have spent all his savings, and most likely he's sharing the place with someone."

"So we should be polite to Locke's neighbors too," Para said confidently.

"Okay, Para, you're so long-winded."

"Hmm, could you take a look at my bow tie?"

"Not bad, take a look at mine too."

"Just like me, appropriate enough."

The two straightened each other's clothes, and after making sure that the fruit in the basket was not missing, they rang the doorbell.

The person who opened the door was none other than the beautiful vampire, Alice.

Parker and Palla were immediately captivated by her beautiful face, turning into two stone statues and standing there dumbfounded.

Alice's blonde hair shone brightly under the lights, her ruby-like eyes sparkled, and her fair skin was flawless, like that of a newborn baby.

The Rococo-style long dress accentuated her figure, highlighting her long neck, full bust, and slender waist, making her look like a socialite straight out of a magazine.

Such a woman must be from the aristocracy, right?

Parker and Parra thought the same thing at the same time.

Alice looked at the two suspiciously. Could these two be the distinguished guests the host had mentioned?

"Sorry, we must have gone to the wrong place."

Parker, realizing what was happening, nudged Para.

Para blushed and said, "Yes, yes, the person we're looking for might be next door."

They simply couldn't believe that Rockbeam would live with such a beautiful young lady.

"Is Mr. Locke the person you're looking for?"

Alice asked tentatively.

"No, the person we're looking for is..."

Para paused, looking at Parker in surprise.

Parker was sure he hadn't misheard. "She was definitely talking about Mr. Locke."

"We're here to see Locke."

The two nodded quickly, their hands trembling with excitement.

"That's right, this is Locke's roommate. He's so lucky to be sharing an apartment with such a beautiful lady."

Para said confidently to her brother Parker.

Parker was convinced of this as well.

"Good evening, gentlemen. Please come in with me. Dinner will be ready soon."

Alice said with a smile.

Parker and Para were overjoyed. They never expected to have dinner with such a beautiful woman. It seemed that Locke had a good relationship with his neighbors.

"Really, Locke, how could he let the neighbor lady greet us? Where is he?"

"Para asked."

“I’m not Mr. Locke’s neighbor, I’m Mr. Locke’s maid, Alice.”

Alice corrected their story.

Parker and Parra were stunned again.

"what did you say?"

“I am Alice, Mr. Locke’s maid.”

Alice introduced herself as a "part-time newspaper reporter."

"A maid?!?"

Locke not only moved to the East District in a luxury apartment, but he also got a maid!!! And such a beautiful maid?!

Their eyes practically popped out of their sockets with envy.

Just as they were surprised, Locke came downstairs.

"You've arrived! And you even brought gifts."

Locke smiled and took the fruit basket from Parker, then turned to look at Alice.

“It’s fruit, which is exactly what I need. Alice, take it to the kitchen, make a fruit salad with half of it, and cut the other half into a fruit platter.”

"Yes, my great master."

Alice walked into the kitchen with the fruit basket, leaving the three of them with a graceful silhouette.

Parker and Para stared at Locke in disbelief.

"My great master?"

"Alice is a maid who is good at expressing her feelings, and I also have a maid who is not good at expressing her feelings, and she is busy in the kitchen."

As soon as Locke finished speaking, Rebecca came out carrying a plate of roast duck.

Parker and Parra swallowed hard, not only because of the delicious-looking roast duck in her hand, but also because the maid's beauty was in no way inferior to Alice's, and she looked so young, at most thirteen or fourteen years old.

"Locke, you have fallen."

"Para said enviously."

"Thanks to Goddess's blessing, the bicycle company I invested in has started to make a profit and I've earned some money."

Locke said with a smile.

"A bicycle company? Is that the strange bike company that was featured in the newspaper the other day?"

Parker asked.

Locke nodded. "Yes, I was fortunate enough to be a part of it."

"So this luxury apartment isn't shared with other people?"

"Para asked."

"Yes, I don't share an apartment with anyone."

Locke said frankly.

Parker and Parra gritted their teeth in envy, their eyes bloodshot.

Locke patted them on the shoulder, led them to the sofa area, and had Alice make them some black tea.

“If you knew how dangerous my life was, you wouldn’t be so jealous of me.”

Locke sighed, “I have to deal with the dead every day now, and I see more skeletons than living people.”