Becoming a god by raising witches

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."

"Didn't you say you could do anything? You can't even do something as simple as having a child?"

"Damn it! You damned Locke Bemon, stop right there!"

Holding her pregnant belly, Rebecca chased Locke out of the attic, determined to make him feel her rage.

Unfortunately, just as she grabbed Locke by the neck, Antonia appeared.

She glanced coldly at the pregnant demon. "How do you want to die?"

Rebecca immediately crawled into the pipe, fell into a state of self-isolation again, and successfully gave birth to a ball of flesh.

A fleshy ball, yes, it is a fleshy ball.

Rebecca clutched her head, roaring in agony, "Ah—I, the mighty demon, have given birth! And given birth to a ball of flesh!!! A ball of flesh!!! It's a ball of flesh!!!"

She kicked the ball of flesh, but because the ball of flesh was inanimate, it felt no pain and let her throw and smash it around as she pleased.

The crazed Rebecca has completely lost her maternal instincts; she has become a brutal sadist.

Because this is her and Locke's first, no, second child!

Even though they did nothing.

But if Locke touches her with his finger, she will get pregnant.

Because Rebecca went mad in the devil's pipe, Locke missed a good show.

He was lying in bed, preparing to fall asleep peacefully, when he suddenly noticed a pigeon flying onto his windowsill.

Pigeons from the Bureau of Extraordinary Investigations?

It was Director Rhine who killed her own clone.

Is she planning to go there herself and kill him again?

Locke walked nervously to the window and tentatively asked,

"The bureau chief wanted to see me?"

"Lady Renis reminds you not to forget the task force meeting tomorrow."

Locke then realized that he should have met with the task force today, but he was delayed because of the Holman town incident.

"Please tell Lady Renis that I will not forget."

Locke decided to write a report, explaining what had happened in Holman, and also to report the priest of that church and the mayor of Holman, making them responsible for the dead tourists. He was sure he would also receive corresponding merit.

The pigeon flapped its wings and flew away.

Locke only began writing the report after he was certain that it had completely left.

The details included a mediocre necromancer, the wanted criminal Borg who lured students to be sacrifices, and the priest of the Church of Life colluding with the mayor of Holman to deliberately keep Holman's spirit alive, resulting in the deaths of many people. Of course, the matter of Finnie Sares did not need to be reported.

"Finally finished writing."

Locke stretched, folded the report neatly, and placed it beside his pillow, intending to submit it as soon as his vacation ended.

He lay back down on his small bed, closed his eyes, and prepared to get a good night's sleep.

Suddenly, a plaintive voice rang in my ears.

"Rock Bemon, let's make peace?"

First, lower their guard and gain their trust, then betray them ruthlessly! Make them suffer unbearable pain.

Rebecca thought to herself.