Becoming a god by raising witches

Although the cat acted aloof throughout, its occasional meows seemed to be a response to Locke.

Hannah swallowed hard, nervously clutching the hem of her nightgown, and peered into the kitchen doorway to eavesdrop.

Poor Locke, could it be that he really has some kind of mental problem?

Is it because you haven't made any female friends for a long time that you find even a female cat attractive?

As Hannah was lost in thought, she suddenly noticed that the kitchen had become quiet.

She looked up and saw Locke's handsome face.

"Hannah, peeping is not ladylike behavior, and it's already late, you should go to sleep."

Hannah blushed, straightened up, put her hands on her hips, and a serious expression appeared on her pretty face.

“Locke, I must remind you that I am your older sister, and you must maintain respect for me. I was not spying on you, and if you keep talking to the cat, it will be difficult for you to make suitable male friends.”

"Hannah, 80% of the girls in the entire Pete neighborhood have a crush on me, you really don't need to worry about this."

Locke said confidently.

Sweat beaded on Hannah's forehead, though she admitted her brother seemed to have grown up, becoming increasingly handsome, especially lately, always radiating masculine charm.

But 80% of the girls in the neighborhood have a crush on him, which is even more ridiculous than The Sun hiring him as its editor-in-chief.

Most women in the Kingdom of Tumen do not choose a partner based on appearance. They are very practical. If a woman cannot earn 5 copper coins a week, she will resolutely give up and would rather be a rich man's mistress than marry a poor man and live a life of inferiority.

Hannah remembered her colleague, a middle-class mistress, who had tried to introduce her to other middle-class people, but Hannah refused.

Locke noticed Hannah's suspicion but wasn't angry. He was just joking with Hannah, trying to divert her attention from Miss Irene the black cat.

"Go and rest, I still have to keep an eye on this pot of soup."

Hannah understood what she meant by "don't bother me." She knew her brother Locke's personality; he was the kind of person who was very stubborn once he decided to do something.

Hannah reached out, wanting to grab the black cat and take it into her warm bed.

Unfortunately, the black cat was agile and leaped away, avoiding Hannah's embrace.

Hannah missed her target, and awkwardly patted her nightgown.

"Xiao Ai is such a glutton, still not asleep at night."

Hannah snorted twice, turned around and left, angrily returning to her room.

I always felt that my younger brother and this black cat were hiding something from me.

In fact, this is indeed the case.

Locke and the witch both harbor great secrets.

"Are you really planning to stay up all night?"

Eileen tilted her cat head back and asked.

Locke nodded. "Yes, this pot of broth needs me."

"Then I'll go to bed first."

Eileen jumped onto Locke's head, found a comfortable position, and yawned.

She wasn't actually asleep, of course; she was observing Locke. If he fell asleep before the broth was ready, Eileen would have to decide whether to kill him to silence him.

At this moment, at 34 Wells Road, East End, inside the Sixth Sheriff's Court.

With blue hair and extremely delicate features, the petite Angela, dressed in a long purple sheriff's coat uniform, sat on a leather sofa with a serious expression. She held a silver pocket watch in her left hand and muttered a spell.

Countless colorful butterflies adorned her wavy blue hair, forming a natural decoration, which flowed down the chair to the floor.

A moment later, she opened her eyes.

"Failed again."

"C13 Dream Heart can easily enter anyone's dream, even if they are separated by an entire continent. How could it possibly fail five times in a row?"

With blond hair, blue eyes, deep features, a face covered in stubble, and slightly flushed cheeks, the middle-aged man, Dimo, holding a bottle of liquor, said in disbelief.

The little girl Angela was silent for a moment, then looked up. "Perhaps there's something wrong with how I'm using it. Dimo, why don't you try it?"

"You and C13 reached a co-frequency value of 8.9, and you still failed. I definitely can't do it either, my co-frequency value is only 3. Why don't you try again?"

Dimo took a sip of his drink and said earnestly.

Angela nodded slightly, deciding to try again.

This time, she failed again.

"He actually withstood C13's dream invasion once again; he has a powerful backer."

Angela said with certainty.

"Angela, do you think it's possible that he didn't sleep at all?"

Dimo asked tentatively.

Angela frowned slightly. "It's 4 a.m., aren't you going to sleep yet?"

“We didn’t sleep either, did we? The workers on the night shift at the factory didn’t sleep either. There are a lot of night owls in Kosalk.”

Dimo finished the wine in the bottle and placed the empty bottle on the light wood desk.

"If there had been a powerful backer, I wouldn't have been in such a sorry state when I was attacked by insects before."

Dimo analyzed.

Angela stomped on a cockroach that was trying to get close to her, and said expressionlessly,

“In that case, let’s just wait it out. I don’t believe he can go without sleep for several days in a row.”

Chapter 30, Let's Swap Bodies

At 8 a.m., the pot of milky-white broth that would determine Locke's fate was finally successfully cooked.

Locke filled a bowl and placed it in front of the witch Irene.

Eileen has a very keen sense of smell, and the rich aroma was so enticing that the cat's mouth watered.

She looked at the distinct colors of the broth and licked it with her tongue.

The aroma instantly burst on her tongue, stimulating Eileen to continuously produce saliva.

Eileen ate another piece of beef offal. The meat was tender and soft, and the taste was even better than the stewed beef that Locke made last time!

This is thanks to the broth that was simmered for 12 hours.

Eileen's eyes narrowed into crescent shapes, a testament to her appreciation of the delicious food.

[Ding! Successfully fed the witch!]

[Randomly acquire one of the witch's abilities]

[Retrieving data...]

[Witch's Affinity: You possess a peculiar attraction that draws witches to you.]

[Advanced Path: Chat with 10 different witches to upgrade to Witch Seduction.]

[Witch's Temptation: You are like a ripe peach; any witch who sees you will want to take a bite.]

[Due to the extraction of a duplicate ability, proficiency +1]

[Witch Affinity: 2/10]

What's going on? Is this even possible?

It turns out that you can get duplicate superpowers!

Locke muttered to himself, carefully observing Eileen's expression.

After finishing her first bowl, the witch Irene stretched out her paws, wanting a second bowl.

Locke immediately served her a second bowl.

She then ate a third, a fourth, and a fifth bowl.

Unfortunately, all that food is consumed is only counted as one feeding.

"The taste is so-so, barely making it into the top 100 of all the delicious foods I've ever eaten."

Eileen commented, letting out a burp.

Because it's a cat, it doesn't need to worry too much about its personal image.

She made her final decision: even if this servant was a bit rebellious, she would keep him.

After all, it's really hard to find a servant who can make so many delicious dishes and has such a unique soul color.

In addition, Eileen also wants to use Locke to fish, so the bait should be kept safe for the time being.

Upon hearing this comment, Locke knew that the witch was quite satisfied with the broth, and the weight that had been hanging over him immediately lifted.

"Locke, let's switch bodies."

Eileen suddenly said.

Locke looked at the witch in surprise, "What?"