Becoming a god by raising witches

In Kosork, gold and red are used for banquet invitations, white for wedding invitations, and black for funeral invitations.

Locke asked nervously,

"Uncle Yuri Burd is dead?"

Eric shook his head. "It was Weina. Weina committed suicide the day before yesterday."

When Via was mentioned, Eric's eyes welled up with tears again.

"My father sent me to deliver the invitation, urging Hannah to attend. She is an important friend of Werner's."

Locke was stunned.

Overwhelmed with grief, Eri didn't notice why the silver-haired girl next to Locke knew her father's name. She simply nodded slightly to her and turned to leave.

Locke watched the boy's lonely figure recede into the distance, his brows gradually furrowing.

"Vena was a very optimistic girl, how could she commit suicide?"

Chapter 38, The Witch's Revelation

Locke and Eileen returned to Old Tom's apartment. They went to the public restroom first, and after turning Locke back into a cat, they went home together.

Eileen handed Hannah her clothes and the funeral invitation.

"For you."

Hannah stared in surprise at the black invitation. She picked it up and slowly opened it.

A moment later, Hannah slumped onto the sofa, no longer in the mood to ask Locke if he had successfully taken Miss Rocco home; her mind was preoccupied with reminiscing about her friend Weina.

"Vena! How could she be dead?"

Before 9 o'clock, Hannah went back to her room to sleep. Although she couldn't sleep at all, she didn't know what to say to her brother Locke. She was afraid that she would cry in front of him again.

The black cat Locke was curled up on the floor, while Eileen occupied the sofa all by herself, as domineering as ever.

At 10 p.m., Eileen sat up from the sofa and suddenly said,

"Locke, do you want to go to the restroom?"

"No, I don't want to."

The black cat, Locke, waved its paw, indicating that it hadn't drunk much water and didn't want to go to the toilet at all.

Eileen frowned, because she had drunk too much water during the day and now wanted to go to the restroom.

However, the communal restrooms in Old Tom's apartment building were truly disappointing.

“Foolish servant, you now have two choices. The first is to clean the public washroom so that your body can use it. The second is to wait until tomorrow to accept the fact that your bladder will burst.”

Locke was slightly taken aback.

This is a rather awkward question.

Locke discovers that after his soul and Eileen's souls are swapped, he can go a whole day without going to the bathroom!

But for a normal person, going to the toilet every day is a necessary part of their life.

"My noble witch, I am just a cat now. You don't want a cat to clean the bathroom, do you? It'll only get your fur dirty."

Locke said seriously, and then imagined a bizarre scene of a cat rubbing its body against the floor.

Eileen rested her chin on her hand, seemingly deep in thought, feeling that even if the public restrooms were cleaned, they wouldn't be much better than usual.

"Here's a third option: borrow a restroom."

"Mrs. Naslin's family on the sixth floor has a separate bathroom, and she is very clean. She lives alone."

Locke knew everything about his neighbors.

Eileen got up and went out to Mrs. Naslin's house on the sixth floor.

Black Cat Locke followed closely behind.

Mrs. Naslin, with her graying hair and rosy cheeks, opened the door and saw Locke, who had come to use the washroom, and gave him a kind smile.

"Oh, it's Little Locke. I'm home alone and feeling really lonely. Could you tell me a story about a witch?"

Eileen went straight to her bathroom.

Black Cat Locke followed them inside.

He had to keep a close eye on Eileen because he was afraid she wouldn't know how to use her body.

Sure enough, after entering the bathroom, the witch Irene took off her pants and sat down.

"Miss Eileen, you must stand, not sit."

"Miss Eileen, please don't touch me like that. Please be mindful of your ladylike image."

"Miss Eileen, are you listening to me?"

If it weren't for the cat hair covering it, Eileen would have noticed that Locke's face was flushed red.

At the bathroom door, Mrs. Naslin heard young Locke seemingly talking to a cat, and she thought there must be something wrong with her ears.

"Excuse me, I am now a man."

Erin said.

"Then stand up and pee!"

Black Cat Locke felt like he was about to split open.

"No, I want to sit."

Eileen insisted.

After a stalemate of about two minutes, Eileen frowned. Despite not being able to urinate, she decided to heed Locke's suggestion and stood up.

Mrs. Naslin waited at the door for about 5 minutes before "Lock" came out, carrying a black cat in his arms.

"Locke, tell me the story of the witch, I'm so bored at home."

Mrs. Naslin said with a smile.

Mrs. Naslin was one of the wealthier residents in Old Tom's apartment building. Although she was a tenant, her home had a separate bathroom, two bedrooms, and a study, all thanks to her husband and son who died in the Kingdom War.

With the pensions paid to the two men, Mrs. Naslin and her daughter lived a relatively comfortable life.

If her daughter hadn't gotten married last year, leaving her a complete empty nester, she would never have opened the door to let Locke into the bathroom.

Eileen nodded slightly and sat down on Mrs. Naslin's sofa.

Mrs. Naslin brought out baked biscuits and milk.

Eileen accepted it without hesitation.

Black Cat Locke didn't know whether the milk and biscuits were given voluntarily by Mrs. Naslin or if Eileen had once again used the methods she used in the Deer black market.

He jumped onto the sofa without any hesitation.

That's right. Through tireless efforts, he has raised his physical coordination proficiency to 180 and can skillfully use jumping, walking with the same hand and foot, and backflips.

After failing to climb onto the sofa two or three times, Mrs. Naslin would inevitably lift her up.

Mrs. Naslin indeed picked up the black cat Locke and put him on the sofa, and generously handed him a small biscuit.

Eileen was drinking milk and eating cookies when she frowned almost imperceptibly. Clearly, the cookies didn't taste as sweet and delicious as they looked, but she could still manage to eat them.

"There are many kinds of witches in this world, each with different abilities, and each can reach a very high level in a certain aspect."

"For example, the Witch of Desire can control people's desires. She can skillfully manipulate the seven desires: pride, envy, wrath, sloth, greed, gluttony, and lust. However, to become a Witch of Desire, one must sell one's soul to a demon. They often sign a contract with the most powerful demons, and once they die, their souls will be devoured by the demons."

In return for Mrs. Naslin's generosity, Eileen recounted the true information about the witch.

Locke's eyes shone brightly, and he absorbed knowledge from the field of mysticism like a sponge.

"Weather witches can control the weather. If a city has been experiencing torrential rain for more than two months, then there must be a weather witch. They rely on extreme weather to create disasters, and disasters are the source of all witches' power."

“There was once a weather witch named Antonia who caused torrential rains in Loreamon for six months, which flooded the entire city-state and killed 50 people. She also became a demigod in that disaster.”

Mrs. Naslin looked at Eileen in surprise. "How come I've never heard of Loreamon before?"

Eileen said calmly, "Because it has disappeared. Its record only exists in a book called 'The Witch's Revelation,' which records many witches. Madam, I should leave now."

Eileen had finished all the cookies and milk.

She stood up and made a gesture of respect to Mrs. Naslin, requiring her to lift her skirt.

Mrs. Naslin left the sixth floor with a bewildered expression.

Locke followed behind, grumbling and cursing.

"Miss Witch, you are now residing in the body of a gentleman, so please don't do anything strange again next time."

"Oh, sorry, I forgot."

Eileen said calmly.

Locke nodded his fluffy cat head and followed closely behind Eileen.

"Can I borrow 'The Witch's Revelation' to take a look?"