Becoming a god by raising witches

Locke handed Rhaenys several pages of a diary that had nothing to do with him or Hannah, but involved the secrets of the Knowledge Cult.

"Can this be taken as evidence of a massive conspiracy by the Knowledge Cult?"

"Locke, you did a good job. I will report this."

Renis glanced at Locke again with a complicated expression.

'This kid has reported his own father for the second time, hasn't he? Do they have some deep-seated grudge?'

"For the church, for justice, for Kosork, I am willing to sacrifice that insignificant family affection."

Locke solemnly and earnestly expressed his determination.

"Okay, is there anything else?"

"Rene asked."

“I hope that if the church investigates this matter, I can get involved. In fact, Angela is already under my control, and I will try my best to keep her from getting out of control.”

The most dangerous place is the safest place. Who would have thought that one test subject was investigating other test subjects?

Locke decided to add another layer of insurance to his identity.

"it is good."

Renis readily agreed.

"Then I won't disturb the director's rest any longer. I'll take my leave now."

Locke carefully put down the teacup and left Renis's room.

He breathed a sigh of relief when he didn't hear any footsteps from Renis following him.

"and many more."

Just as Locke was about to leave the Bureau of Investigation, he heard Renis's familiar voice.

“Locke, if you lose control, you can kill her, imprison her soul here, and bring it to me.”

Renis tossed Locke a small box made of gold, worth at least 200 gold coins.

Locke had learned about this thing during Boyd's teachings; it was called the Soul Box, and it was specifically used to imprison souls.

The box has an incantation written on it; as long as the incantation is recited, the specified soul can be absorbed into it.

It doesn't belong to the category of strange objects; it's just a prop, and the Bureau of Paranormal Investigations stores many of them.

However, it cannot be sold for money because the incantation on the box carries an aura of curse. Even investigators who carry the box for a long time will encounter various misfortunes, let alone ordinary people.

It is said that a down-on-his-luck investigator once secretly bought three Soul Boxes, which resulted in the tragic deaths of three families. In the end, the investigator was brought to trial.

Locke took the box. "Chief, I'm really leaving."

"Wait a minute, how about we go upstairs for a coffee?"

Renis reached out and put her hand on Locke's shoulder.

As expected, he couldn't resist the allure emanating from Locke, just like a cat can't resist catnip.

"Director, please allow me to go to the restroom."

……

When Locke returned to No. 11, Pegasus District, he found Angela asleep in Hannah's room with a huge bump on her head.

"How is this going?"

Locke asked.

"She's too loud."

Eileen said calmly.

That's right, Angela disturbed her sleep, which is something the sleepy cat can't tolerate.

"Forehead……"

Locke thought this fit Eileen's character perfectly, and perhaps it was a good thing. He hadn't yet come up with a lie to tell Angela, so he could think about it for a night and tell her tomorrow.

The following day, the bells of Kosork Cathedral rang.

Locke opened his eyes in the attic.

A white dove landed at his window.

He walked over, and the white dove spoke in human language.

"Lock Bemon, Lord Nob Stott of the Church appreciates your faith and has agreed to let you participate in the investigation of the Knowledge Church's experimental subjects. At Renis's suggestion, you have become the head of the project team. Sister Lux, investigator Boyd, and Sig will be your assistants."

The person in charge? Does Renis really trust me that much?

No, it must be the result of Ming's seduction.

Becoming the person in charge would be good, as it would give me more room to maneuver.

"Locke, how is it? What did the chief say? Is Dimer still alive? Where is he being held?"

Angela, wearing her little leather shoes, stepped onto the attic and asked anxiously.

When she saw Alice dressed in a sexy maid outfit and holding Locke's clothes, ready to help him change, her face immediately turned red.

"Sorry to bother you."

"No, Alice, you can go now."

Locke gave the order.

Alice pouted and walked away dejectedly.

In fact, she had been observing for a long time and noticed Locke's natural changes in his body in the morning. She immediately changed into her newly bought maid outfit, but she didn't expect that before she could even exert herself, she would be ruined by the uninvited guest Angela. She was somewhat unhappy.

Angela swallowed hard as she watched Alice's graceful figure.

'Damn it, it's so big! When will I ever grow into a rugby ball? No, this isn't the time to think about that. The important thing is Dimo! I'd sacrifice all my rugby balls to the evil god if I could save Dimo!'

Um, how much of a problem do you have with rugby? Did they offend you? Are you going to sacrifice them?

Locke muttered to himself silently.

"Angela, you've suddenly asked so many questions. Which one should I answer first?"

"Who was that football, oh no, who was that girl?"

Angela asked.

“That’s Alice, a vampire. She’s my servant now because she made a pact with me.”

Locke said honestly.

A servant of Alice's strength could easily be exposed to the public; she cannot be considered a trump card.

"Okay, no wonder I felt her aura was a bit unusual. Now answer me, is Dimo ​​still alive?"

Angela pouted and said.

“He’s alive. Dimo ​​did get into trouble and was taken away by the chief and the church. The church will conduct a thorough investigation into him. I’ve applied to become a member of the task force, and I’ll be able to see him soon, so you need to stay by my side.”

Locke said.

"So that's how it is. What trouble did Dimo ​​get into?"

Angela breathed a sigh of relief, but couldn't help feeling worried.

"After getting drunk, Dimo ​​harassed Miss Irina, the saint of the church."

Saint Irina Treadway of the Church of Life rarely shows her face, which is perfect for using as an excuse; in short, she's unlikely to come forward to refute it.

"What? Saint Irina? Didn't she go to Yorkshire?"

Angela asked in surprise.

"Perhaps he secretly sneaked back sometime ago."

"Impossible. Dimo ​​is not the kind of person who would harass others when drunk. There must be some misunderstanding."

"Angela, do you really understand Dimo? Do you understand men? Do you really know how much a man who has been raising a child for so long and can't have a partner craves the comfort of a woman?"

Locke pressed on with the question.

Angela remembered the sexy maid from earlier and immediately broke out in a cold sweat.

'Yes, even the seemingly upright Locke Bemon is that kind of man in private. It seems I really don't understand men. I don't understand Dimo. Dimo, Dimo ​​really craves the opposite sex! But this is so irrational, how could he lay a hand on the Saintess?'

Hearing Angela's thoughts, Locke was certain she had taken the bait and continued...

"Dimo once told me in secret that more than ten years ago, a young woman showed interest in him, but he didn't appreciate it at the time. If time could go back and he could do it all over again, he would definitely tell that woman, 'Give me one shot, no, give me ten shots.'"

"enough."

Angela covered her flushed cheeks, feeling as if she had heard the most unbearable thing, no less than her adoptive father wanting to find a stepmother.

"Dimo, Dimo, it's good that Dimo ​​is still alive. I, I, I will follow you. Let's help him and get out of this crisis together."

"Hmm, that might be difficult. After all, the Holy Maiden has returned to the Northern Territory. In order to uphold her dignity, the Church will definitely punish her severely."

Locke said as he put on his clothes.

Once he started putting on his pants, he looked up at Angela and said, "Are you going to keep watching me change my pants, Ms. Angela?"