Becoming a god by raising witches

More and more people gathered on the street, either after reading the news in the Tumen Times or after hearing about the water pollution from others. Everyone was indignant and decided to go to the Compass Water Company.

"Locke, do you want to come along?"

Old White saw Locke passing by and suddenly asked.

Locke, sporting dark circles under his eyes, shook his head. Compared to going to Compass Water Company to hold them accountable, he had more important things to do now. Before lying down, he needed to buy all the necessary items for the ritual and then complete a brief body swap with the black cat, Eileen.

Following Eileen's instructions, Locke entered the Montegro Tavern.

They found the bald boss named Nashat Montegro.

The burly boss touched his bald head, raised an eyebrow, and looked at the handsome, unfamiliar young man.

"drink wine?"

"Borussia-Sashimi Red Wine".

Locke said, following Eileen's suggestion.

"Borsasimi does not have red wine."

The bald boss squinted as he spoke.

"Then let's have a bottle of Matakoo."

Locke continued to follow Eileen's clues and came up with the code.

The bald boss tilted his head and wiggled his fat body. "Come with me."

Locke followed the bald owner into the depths of the tavern, exited through the back door, and arrived at a secluded alley.

The bald boss waved his hand and said, "Good luck."

With a creaking sound, the wooden back door of the tavern closed.

Locke stood at the entrance of the alley, and the view gradually opened up before him. Various strange people dressed in cloaks and masks, looking like medieval wizards, were walking around in the alley.

They came and went, weaving together a moving flow of people.

"Welcome to Deer Black Market."

The black cat on top of my head said calmly.

Locke felt as if he had opened the door to a new world, like entering the wizarding world of Harry Potter.

Of course, most of these people wearing robes are not wizards, because they do not have their own staffs and brooms; they simply use these hoods to cover their faces.

Since it's a black market, we should keep a low profile.

Locke instinctively picked up his scarf, using it as a makeshift mask to cover half his face, his eyes curiously observing the passersby and the makeshift tent shops with various signs.

Upon first encountering the mysterious world district, Locke decided to use [Life Insight] to see if these people had longer lifespans, and whether there were any extraordinary individuals who could live for hundreds of years.

As the ability was activated, a stream woven from life lines appeared before them.

To his surprise, these people had shorter lifespans than most ordinary civilians in Pete Street!

This was completely contrary to his expectations.

Could it be that supernatural powers not only fail to help them live longer, but also take away their lifespan?

Locke thought suspiciously.

"Let's go. Buy 100 grams of lemongrass, 200 grams of Cretan white moss, 50 grams of bay leaves, 100 grams of bloodroot, a pair of illusion rabbit eyeballs, and a seven-colored rose heart. These are the basic ingredients for the potion. As for the other auxiliary materials, we can buy them outside."

Eileen patted Locke on the head, jumped off his messy head, and walked gracefully ahead.

Locke felt his coat pocket; he only had 10 mcg left. Could he really buy that much stuff?

"Xiao Ai, are these materials expensive?"

Locke caught up with the black cat.

"Not expensive."

Eileen said calmly, "Lemongrass, Cretan white moss, bay leaf, and bloodroot can be bought for about 10 silver coins, the Phantom Rabbit's eyeball costs 300 gold coins, and the Seven-Colored Rose Heart only costs 1000 gold coins."

"Well, let me die instead."

Locke simply chose to give up. He couldn't even afford the 1000 gold coins for the Seven-Colored Rose Heart, let alone the 10 silver coins needed to buy lemongrass, Cretan white moss, bay leaf, and bloodroot.

Eileen patted Locke's head with her furry paw.

"You don't need to pay."

"Not paying?"

Locke's eyes lit up instantly, and his dejected mood vanished.

"Blindfold your face. We're only coming to the Deer Black Market this once."

Chapter 32, The Joy of Getting Things for Free

Eileen proudly raised her head. There are actually many mobile black markets like this. Because of the intervention of the Bureau of Investigation, these black market merchants have been forced to live a nomadic life like the Prussians.

At this moment, Locke felt like he was following a big shot into a bank robbery.

He wrapped his scarf tighter, leaving only his two bright eyes showing, and followed the black cat Eileen into a Vetero herbal shop.

The black cat leaped onto the counter, her graceful steps revealing a glint of intelligence in her blue eyes, her paws seemingly manipulating something.

The herbalist's apprentice began rummaging through the medicine cabinet, weighing it on a scale, packing 100 grams of lemongrass, handing it to Locke, and smiling as he said...

"Honorable guest, welcome to visit us again next time."

Locke reached out, quickly put the herb bag into his coat pocket, turned and left without looking back.

The black cat continued with its elegant gait, leading Locke to visit four shops and buying Cretan white moss, bay leaves, and bloodroot.

Finally, they needed to find the key ingredients for making the potion: the eyeball of the illusion rabbit and the heart of the seven-colored rose.

Eileen turned her gaze to a black-robed figure reeking of decay standing at the corner of the alley.

Locke followed the black cat Eileen to the black-robed man with the strong smell.

The black cat's face showed a human-like expression of disgust.

She glanced at Locke again, feeling that she had sacrificed too much for this servant, actually having to make a deal with a hunter who reeked of decay.

This hunter must have been severely cursed while capturing some kind of magical monster, which is why he exudes such a repulsive aura.

Beneath the black robe, half of his face was rotting away; even without the mask, no one could possibly recognize him.

"What would you like to order, sir?"

The man in black robes completely ignored Locke, bent down, and spoke to Eileen in a gloomy tone.

"You can't just take it for free. I'm not as easy to talk to as those herbal medicine merchants."

Locke swallowed hard, watching the black-robed man extend a pair of bloody, mangled hands.

His body is rotting!

The flesh and bone on those hands seemed to be peeling away, yet they were bound together by blood-stained ribbons, like a mummy that had just been made but failed.

Even Locke, who frequently witnessed the corpses of homeless people, felt nauseous at this moment.

A sense of fear arose spontaneously.

Locke sensed that the person in front of him who could see through Eileen's tricks must be a ruthless character, and subconsciously wanted to pull the witch away to find the next target.

Unfortunately, the witch doesn't seem to have any intention of leaving.

She endured the unpleasant smell emanating from the hunter in front of her and said...

"I need the eyes of the Magic Rabbit."

The man in black robes gave an offer.

"500 gold coins."

Locke frowned almost imperceptibly. Didn't the witch just say that it only cost 300 gold coins?

That black market merchant is really ruthless; he actually overcharged by 200 gold coins!

"Exchange this for it."

Eileen waved her paw, signaling Locke to bend down.

Locke crouched down, and the black cat Eileen removed the red crystal pendant from his neck.

Upon seeing the necklace, the man in the black robe revealed a greedy look in his terrifying eyes, which were covered in blood and flesh.

"make a deal."

He pulled a snow-white, fluffy rabbit from the burlap sack in front of him. Apart from its green eyes, this rabbit was no different from other long-eared rabbits.

The man in black robes reached out and gouged out the eyes of the illusion-making rabbit on the spot, causing the rabbit to let out a painful scream.

The man in black robes stuffed the eyeless illusion rabbit into his pocket, holding the two freshly made eyeballs in his hand, a chilling smile on his face.

“Honorable guest, please forgive my rudeness, but if I hadn’t done this, you might have only gotten two stones.”

Locke was both shocked by the gruesome scene before him and ashamed of his severe lack of knowledge of the occult.

If only Eileen would be willing to be his teacher and teach him about the field of mysticism.