Becoming a god by raising witches

Fortunately, although she had been sleeping underground for hundreds of years, there was no strange smell on her body, and her body did not decompose at all. Instead, it emitted a faint fragrance.

"what did you eat?"

Locke suddenly asked.

Antonia Madeline Megdalena looked at Locke with confusion.

“Supreme Master, I am dead.”

Okay, the dead don't need to eat.

This means I can't use skills on you.

Locke sighed silently.

"Do you have any inheritance left behind, such as manors or lands, gold and silver treasures?"

"I cannot stand anything that reeks of money."

Antonia Madeline Megdalena said.

Okay, you left nothing behind, you're a penniless wretch.

Locke sighed again.

"It's time to go, the people from the church are coming."

Eileen reminded her.

"Please allow me to stay and cover my master's escape."

Antonia volunteered.

"No need, I will take the initiative to find the people at the church. You just need to stay hidden."

As Locke spoke, he made Eileen transform back into a black cat.

"I need a little disguise, Antonia. Could you strike me but not hurt me, just make me look a little disheveled?"

Locke asked.

Antonia pondered for three seconds, nodded slightly, conjured a small thundercloud with her hand, floated it above Locke's head, and unleashed a white bolt of lightning downwards.

The lightning struck Locke so hard that his face was charred. If it weren't for Irene, who possessed healing magic, Locke would probably have died on the spot.

Antonia immediately knelt down, never expecting her esteemed master to be so weak.

You should know that she herself is a demigod.

"I'm sorry, Master, are you still alive?"

Eileen glanced at Antonia and used the Forest Witch's healing magic to save Locke.

The vines can directly transfer Eileen's life force to Locke, allowing him to recover.

"Thank you, Xiao Ai, but this healing technique seems to be different from what I taught you."

Locke got up from the ground. His hair was still stubble and there were faint burns on his body. Although they were not serious, they were enough to show that he had been struck by lightning.

"This is the healing magic of the forest, which can heal internal injuries. If your skin also needs healing, I can help you with that now as well."

Erin said.

"No need, no need, this is fine."

Locke felt that this way of reporting to the church would be more convincing.

"Antonia, you should leave now and go to number 11, Pegas District, East Kossork."

Locke said.

Antonia slightly lifted her skirt, performed an elegant bow, turned and left, her figure disappearing into the misty rain.

With Antonia's departure, the extreme weather of thunderstorms also disappeared.

The sky gradually began to clear.

When the church staff arrived, they only saw the dilapidated Earl's mansion and the young Locke lying in the ruins.

Who are you? Why are you here?

The indifferent-looking clergyman knelt down and questioned Locke.

Locke opened his eyes. "Father, I am a devout follower of the Church of Life, an investigator from the Sixth Bureau of Investigation in Kosork. I am here to investigate anomalies on the orders of Director Renis."

"What was that powerful aura of curse just now?"

Upon hearing Locke's identity, the priest's tone became much kinder. Since they were colleagues, he naturally wouldn't make things difficult for Locke.

In addition, Locke also appeared to be injured.

"I don't know either. I think I saw the legendary weather witch Antonia. She caused the abnormal weather, but unfortunately I was too weak and my path was blocked by lightning."

Locke shook his head and sighed.

"Antonia the Weather Witch?"

The priest paused for two seconds, then shook his head.

The surrounding clergy members also burst out laughing.

“Antonia has been dead for hundreds of years, how could that be?”

"Yeah, has the young investigator been blown out of his mind?"

"Hahaha."

"Stop laughing."

The priest glanced at the group. “Even if the investigator made a mistake, there’s nothing to laugh about. The aura of the curse was very strong just now. I sensed something ominous. If I’m not mistaken, there must be a necromancer nearby. Necromancers only bring disaster to Matt County. We must find him as soon as possible.”

The clergy members also stopped joking around and became serious again.

"So it was that wretched necromancer. Thank you, Father. You reminded me. I must go back as soon as possible and tell the Chief about the presence of necromancers here. Please forgive me for leaving early."

Locke said apologetically.

"You need treatment."

The priest generously offered healing seeds, causing tender green shoots to sprout from Locke's body, and his skin to turn green, allowing him to experience the healing power of the Church of Life once again.

"Thank you."

Locke said politely.

The priest nodded. "Go ahead and give my regards to Renis."

"Ok."

Locke turned and left, arriving at the steam train platform without any trouble.

The clergy in Matt County have been distracted by the possibility of a "necromancer".

Furthermore, given that Locke showed no signs of decay, had the backing of the Bureau of Paranormal Investigations, and had proactively explained his purpose, they naturally had no reason to suspect anything.

"Let's go back. It's too late today. It seems we won't be able to go to Finnie Sares' grave."

"So you made a deal with the necromancer. He can indeed make dead witches obey his commands."

Eileen said calmly.

"Why don't you think it's because I learned necromancy? They wanted to follow me willingly."

Chapter 186, The Necromancer

"You mean you've learned how to control the undead?"

Eileen looked at Locke suspiciously.

Locke nodded slightly and said confidently,

"Yes, to be precise, I am now half a necromancer. I can basically make low-level undead submit to me on their own initiative. Of course, I can also occasionally gain the favor of high-ranking beings like Antonia."

"Why don't I smell any rottenness on you? The stench of a necromancer could contaminate the entire train."

"Irene asked, puzzled."

So that's how it is. Necromancers have a strange smell, but I don't.

Well, it's probably because the power I gained wasn't obtained through prayer or sacrifice from the Grim Reaper, but directly from the system.

"Because I am a necromancer with obsessive-compulsive disorder about cleanliness."

Locke said in a low voice.

“If you are unwilling to talk about it, I will not actively seek out your secrets. Everyone has secrets.”

Eileen said softly, looking out the window to admire the scenery of the wheat field.

The steam train arrived in Kosork at sunset.

The setting sun, like blood, vanished in an instant, and night fell.

The lamplight warmed the road, lengthening the shadows of carriages and pedestrians.

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