Becoming a god by raising witches

"Can you make these people lose their memories?"

Locke suddenly asked.

Fini Sares nodded. "I can make them disappear completely, and regret ever being born."

Locke paused for a moment, then immediately corrected Finney Sares's thinking.

"I mean erasing some of their memories, the misunderstanding they had about me just now. I don't want them to think I'm a necromancer, understand?"

"I understand, you don't want them to die."

"um, yes."

“I can torture them, drive them insane, so that no one will believe anything they say. What do you think?”

Fini Sares asked humbly.

Locke covered his forehead with one hand, deciding to give up on consulting Finnie Sares.

Compared to this chief disciple, the ancient witch Rosalia Jiménez seems to be of a better character.

"Xiao Ai, do you have a solution?"

Locke turned to look at Eileen, whom he could always trust.

Compared to the vengeful witch Fini Sares, whose personality was wicked to the core, Eileen was like a little angel.

"Nothing special is needed. Just give them enough fright, and they'll naturally forget the details and believe what you say."

Eileen said calmly.

"Scaring and intimidation, that's something I'm good at."

Fini Sares volunteered.

"I... I'm afraid you'll scare people to death."

Locke refused to let her handle the matter and decided to ask the learned Eileen for help again.

'What a troublesome servant, I'll help him one more time.'

Eileen used forest magic to turn trees into tree people, and when the boys and girls awoke, she launched a fierce chase against them, giving them a good scare.

Locke smelled the stench of many people wetting their pants.

They quickly fainted again.

When the young people woke up, they saw the boy's gentle smile.

"Are you awake?"

"You...you are...that boy from the station?"

The red-haired girl had forgotten that she was rescued by Locke; she only remembered that she took a train to Holman, and then she couldn't remember what happened next.

The others were in a similar situation. Due to the body's self-protection mechanism, they forgot what terrified them most: collective amnesia. Occasionally, one or two people would remember, but only very vague memories, like a dream. After their companions denied it, they became even more convinced that such a thing had never happened.

"Where is Professor Borg?"

Suddenly someone asked, and for some reason, when they heard this name, they felt inexplicably afraid.

After confirming that they had amnesia, Locke smiled and said, “He has been arrested. You probably don’t know that he is actually a human trafficker from Aidenburg, right? He lured you here to kidnap you. Fortunately, you met me, an upright sheriff. Let me introduce myself again, I am Locke Bemon, a senior sheriff from the Sixth Sheriff’s Office of Kosork.”

"What? My mentor is a human trafficker?"

The red-haired girl asked in surprise.

Locke nodded slightly. "Yes, he is not a wizard. He just deceived you with magic and psychological trickery, trying to sell you to Aidenburg as the lowest-class slaves. You really don't need your parents to give me 1000 gold coins each as a reward and write thank-you letters to the Sixth Sheriff's Court. These are things that an honest sheriff should do."

Locke wanted to make up for the loss caused by Fini Sares, who had completely destroyed Borg's body, which was worth 5 gold coins.

现场一共15个少男少女，一人给自己1000金米克，也只有1万5000金米克，损失了3万5！

The boys and girls were taken aback, but they were all students from Emerson Secondary Noble School in the eastern part of Kosork, and their families were either rich or noble. Therefore, Locke's demand of 1000 gold coins was not an exorbitant price, but a reasonable one.

Moreover, they understood what the other party meant: they wanted them to thank him for saving their lives with money.

"How do we know if what you're saying is true? Where are your identification documents?"

A tall, thin male student frowned and asked, not wanting to be taken advantage of.

Locke immediately flashed his badge. "See, an honest senior sheriff doesn't lie."

"But, was it really you who saved us?"

The red-haired girl asked hesitantly, feeling that Locke was the same age as them, so how could he have the ability to subdue their teacher?

"Yes, I saved you. You were so scared that you forgot some things, but some evidence will not disappear."

Locke pointed to several students who had wet their pants, "You were scared to death."

The boys, realizing they had indeed wet their pants, blushed with shame and chose to believe Locke.

“When people are in extreme fear, they forget some things. Borg is a very terrible human trafficker. He did terrible things in front of you, but in order to protect you from being corrupted, I have decided to keep it a secret and will never tell anyone. It would be bad for your reputation.”

Locke said regretfully.

The boys and girls immediately tensed up, which made them believe Locke's words even more.

As hush money, the money would definitely have to be asked from the family.

As night fell, the sky was dotted with stars, and twilight enveloped the town.

Every household closed their doors and windows tightly, and even the streetlights were turned off.

If it weren't for the dim moonlight, Locke wouldn't have been able to see the path beneath his feet.

Of course, he can judge by his keen sense of smell, just like Eileen.

What surprised Locke was not why all the townspeople had turned off their lights, but that they hadn't made a sound.

The town was eerily quiet.

Locke couldn't even hear the voices of any of the townspeople.

He suddenly remembered the warning sign on the platform.

Travelers, please be careful not to linger in the town at night.

The young people following Locke, on the other hand, kept chattering away.

Why is it so dark?

"Don't they turn on the lights in town? What a poor and dilapidated town. I wish I hadn't come."

"Ugh, I really want to ride in a horse-drawn carriage, my legs are so sore."

"I want to take a shower."

"Are we able to go back tonight?"

To prevent any accidents, Locke lit a torch, the pale blue flame illuminating the surrounding area.

"Why is the fire blue?"

The red-haired girl asked in confusion, and the other students also felt a little scared.

"This is a special flame that can be lit even without a match. It is the work of alchemists. Each torch is very valuable and costs 5 silver coins. If any of you need one, I can sell it to you."

Locke waved the torch in his hand; it was just ordinary firewood, which he lit with undead fire.

"Of course, if you don't need to, and want to walk at night, that's fine too."

Locke added.

"I want."

"I also want."

The students brought plenty of money with them when they came out, so 5 silver coins were a bargain for them.

Of course, a kerosene lamp on the market costs at most 2 copper kilometres.

Soon, each student had a torch, not just to dispel the darkness, but more like to buy souvenirs while traveling.

"It would be great if I could take this back with me."

"How long can it burn?"

They began questioning Locke.

"Enough for everyone to walk back to the station."

Locke replied.

"Huh? Aren't we staying here overnight?"

A boy asked.

Locke shook his head. "It's too dangerous here. We can't stay here. This is a cursed town."

"There's no danger at all; they just don't turn on the lights at night."

"A boy who wet his pants in the forest muttered."

He was also thinking about traveling.

Locke glanced at him and reminded him, "We used to have 16 people. Now look behind you, isn't there an extra person?"