Becoming a god by raising witches

Enough, you wicked witch, this is nothing but your scheme.

The steam train slowly pulled into Kosork.

Fini Sares got off the bus early.

Locke, Eileen, and the group of students chose to get off at the East Station.

"Let's all go to church first for a complete purification, and then go home."

Locke addressed the young men and women.

Seeing Sarah and Jayne in this state, they were very worried and agreed to Locke's suggestion.

Locke led them to the Cathedral of Life, where they found Sister Lux.

The gentle and kind Lux ​​purified everyone, leaving Salad and Jain behind.

"They will need long-term treatment, probably at least a month."

Lux said with difficulty.

"It's alright. Could you let them go home first? It shouldn't affect their families, right? The main thing is for them to go back and let you know they're safe."

Locke said.

Lux nodded. "Of course, Locke. You are such a kind and considerate gentleman."

"No, I'm not as good as you think. This is just my duty."

Locke said with a smile.

If we don't let them go back, how can we get them to tell their parents that they've been paid 2000 gold coins?

Of course, one cannot collect all the money by oneself.

As Locke drove the two home, he said seriously,

"You will need to live in the church for the next month for treatment and baptism, which will require a considerable amount of money. Are you prepared?"

"I'm willing to pay any amount of money as long as it can cure us."

The two said in unison that they never wanted to go through Holman's pain again.

Locke was pleased with their determination to treat money as dirt.

"Miss Lux is shy and embarrassed to tell you, but when you go back, don't say it's for medical expenses. Just donate to the church in the name of your family. 500 gold coins per person will do."

Upon hearing that it was only 500 gold coins, which was three-quarters cheaper than the 2000 gold coins Locke had paid, the two breathed a sigh of relief, feeling that they had made a profit.

After sending them home, Locke took the black cat Eileen back to No. 11, Peggs District.

Hannah and Alice have returned from the Mystery Club. Hannah is currently in her study organizing documents and clues, and she is in a very excited state, just like when she wrote the report on the West End water pollution incident.

Locke guessed that perhaps Hannah had found some clues.

Alice stood at the door, waiting for Locke to return.

"Welcome home, my great master."

Alice reached out and took off Locke's coat, hanging it on the coat rack, increasingly resembling a personal maid.

"Master, would you like coffee or black tea?"

"Cafe."

Locke remained unmoved as he looked at Alice in her sexy maid outfit.

The neighbors were incredibly envious.

Alice stood at the door for a long time, and they stared at her for a long time. If their wives hadn't urged them, they would have been happy to stand on the windowsill and look at the scenery forever.

As for why Locke remained calm, it was entirely because Eileen hadn't brought his desires back down.

He remains a wise man.

Alice stared at her cleavage for a long time, and began to doubt herself.

Am I not charming enough?

She made coffee for Locke, deliberately bent down, and respectfully handed it to him.

This way, Locke could see her full, super long cleavage.

Locke took the coffee and reminded him,

"Your skin is sagging."

"what!"

Alice screamed and turned to rush into the servants' quarters.

Her mind was filled with those three words: "Sagging!" It was like a sharp knife piercing her heart, plunging her into isolation.

The figure of the weather witch Antonia Madeline Megadalena had somehow appeared beside Locke.

"Master, you are back."

"Yes, Antonia, you haven't rested yet?"

Locke asked politely.

The Weather Witch Antonia Madeline Magdalena is a demigod, and he still respects her greatly.

"I don't need to rest."

Antonia said calmly.

"Okay, I'm going to rest now."

Locke said with a smile.

“Master, you have seen Finnie Sares. I can smell her scent on you.”

Antonia said expressionlessly.

Unlike the articulate Fini Sares, Antonia has almost no inner monologues.

"Yes, I have seen her. Like you, she has chosen to follow me. I will arrange for you to meet at the appropriate time."

Locke said.

Antonia nodded slightly. "As you wish."

Her figure vanished like a ghost, which was most likely a kind of weather magic, turning her into gas.

Locke guessed so.

Locke first made a delicious late-night snack for Eileen, then went upstairs, took a shower in the master bedroom's bathroom, put on his pajamas, and prepared to sleep in the attic.

Every time he went up to the attic, he had to bend over because of his height, and he would often bump his head.

This time is no exception.

"You can sleep in the master bedroom tonight."

Eileen was probably in a good mood because she was fed.

Locke shook his head, deciding that since he was in a state of enlightenment, he didn't want to sleep in the master bedroom.

He returned to the attic and saw the familiar demon Rebecca.

However, Rebecca was wearing a sexy maid outfit.

After being punished by Locke with the Gift of Life last time, she realized that she must make Locke wish he were dead!

Seduce him, make him make a mistake, and then kill him with the help of the necromancer Rosalia Jiménez!

Even if it backfires on me, I have to do it!

Filled with hatred, Rebecca had cast aside all shame and struck all sorts of alluring poses.

Unfortunately, Locke was a sage.

Furthermore, you can hear her inner monologue.

'Heh heh, take the bait. No one can resist the devil's temptation.'

'Hehe, how about that? Stunned, aren't you?'

'Heh, little Locke Bemon, you're completely under my thumb. You enjoy watching these kinds of moves, don't you?'

'Hehe, what's going on? Have you gone mad? Why isn't she making a sound?'

"Rebecca, come here."

Locke waved to her.

Rebecca immediately got up, walked to Locke's side, and pretended to look at him obediently.

"My master, what do you want me to do? I can do anything."

Locke tapped Rebecca's head with his index finger. "Then let's have a child."

Then, Rebecca's abdomen visibly swelled up.

Painful screams echoed throughout the apartment.

"Rock Bemon! Ah! I'm going to kill you."