Becoming a god by raising witches

What was that pink mist that just escaped?

Locke asked.

"It's a trace of desire belonging to the Witch of Desire. You can treat it as her clone. You don't need to worry about it. This clone has no memory in the short term and poses no threat to us."

Eileen pointed to the fallen red candle on the ground.

"Good stuff, keep it."

Locke glanced warily at the strange candle on the ground. "Does it need special treatment? Will it be a problem to touch it directly with your hands? Do you want to purify it first?"

"This is called the Shadow Candle, number C201. Its resonance value with yours is at least 7. You don't need to worry. There won't be any side effects when you use it. At most, you'll just feel a little cold."

Erin said.

Locke was taken aback. "What do you mean? What is the common frequency value? How do you determine it?"

"The resonance value is a numerical value that measures the user's tolerance for the strange object. The higher your tolerance, the higher the resonance value. The higher the value, the less side effects the user will have from carrying the strange object. If the value is too low, you may be directly killed by the strange object."

Eileen licked her cat paw and asked with a bright smile,

"When the Shadow Candle was lit just now, did you only feel a little scared and have no other reaction?"

Locke nodded.

"That's right. When ordinary people see these ghosts, besides being afraid, they also experience a very negative emotion, and may even see their most painful memories, suffering severe mental pollution. But you didn't see anything, which proves that your resonance value is quite high, at least 7. For specific testing, you need to go to the relevant department, such as the Paranormal Investigation Bureau. Let's go, this fat guy should wake up."

Eileen pointed to Lloyd, who was lying on the bed unharmed.

If it weren't for the desire to restore Hannah's reputation and seek justice for the deceased Werner, Locke would have preferred to send him directly to his mistress.

Locke put the C201 Shadow Candle into his coat pocket, packed the camera, took out the solo portrait from Sheria's bedside table, stuffed it into his clothes, and carried the wooden box out of the apartment.

After crossing Sycamore Street, I returned to the Wells district, returned the camera in exchange for the collateral, folded the new coat and put it back in the paper bag, and exchanged it for my old coat.

This was done to prevent coachmen from arbitrarily raising prices when crossing the Trey Bridge, where a fare that would normally be 20 meters might increase to 30 meters because of the clothes worn.

Locke returned to Old Tom's apartment at 11 p.m.

Hannah was so worried about her brother not coming home that she couldn't sleep. She got home two hours earlier than him and arrived at her doorstep before things got chaotic in Pete.

As a journalist, Hannah is very familiar with the current situation of this neighborhood.

With such a large transient population, many young women need to protect themselves, especially at night.

Hannah breathed a sigh of relief when she saw Locke arrive home safely.

"Locke, why are you so late? Did you run into any trouble?"

"Of course, it was a close call. We encountered a terrifying witch. If it weren't for Xiao Ai, I might not have made it back."

Locke said honestly.

Hannah frowned. "I'm asking you this very seriously, but you always act like this. When will you ever mature and get rid of this frivolous personality?"

“I’m telling the truth, Xiao Ai can testify.”

"Meow~"

Hannah looked at the person and the cat and shook her head helplessly.

"What are you carrying? Did you go shopping?"

Hannah stared incredulously at the shopping bag in Locke's hand.

Locke took out the orange coat. "Yes, I bought a New Year's gift. Hannah, try it on and see if it fits."

"Locke!"

Hannah stamped her foot, her face showing no joy whatsoever, her eyebrows raised sharply.

"Go back! Where did you get the money? Don't tell me you saved Miss Lucy again!"

"Yes, Hannah, I saved Miss Lucy again, and she was very grateful to us and sent us a box of money."

"Locke, if you keep acting so irresponsibly, I'm going to get angry."

Hannah said, her head aching.

Locke took Hannah's hand, led her into the bedroom, opened the wardrobe, and took out the black box.

Under Hannah's questioning gaze, he opened the black leather suitcase.

The brightly colored Mick in the suitcase seemed to possess a magical power, instantly catching Hannah's eye.

Even though Hannah wasn't a materialist, the pressures of life often left her breathless, and seeing so many Micks all of a sudden made her feel like she was dreaming.

Hannah covered her cheek. "Locke, quick, pinch me. I'm afraid this is just a dream."

"Hannah, this is not a dream, it is a gift from fate."

Locke said with a smile.

After he finished speaking, Locke felt a cold wind blow down his back.

Could it be that we've really been targeted by the god of fate?

He couldn't help but have the same thought again, and when he turned around, he found that Hannah's bedroom window was open.

Sigh, I'm just scaring myself.

"Locke, did Miss Lucy really give this to you?"

Hannah suddenly began to suspect that Miss Lucy was just an excuse Locke was using, and that the person he was actually seeing was Miss Rocco.

This money was also obtained by Locke through swindling from Miss Rocco.

If that's the case, then the money must be returned.

Hannah couldn't let her brother become the kind of man who lives off women; it was her promise to her parents and her responsibility to her brother.

"Locke, although our family is poor now."

Hannah is about to begin her educational approach. She has actually enjoyed educating Locke since she was a child, which is related to the intellectual sect she believes in.

Unfortunately, Locke didn't wait for her to finish speaking before pulling her back from the bedroom to the living room and putting on his new coat.

"Hannah, is it pretty?"

Chapter 49, Bewitching Two Rich Girls

Hannah, seeing her increasingly handsome younger brother, was successfully distracted.

“This trench coat really suits you. If you add a gentlemanly bowler hat and a cane, I believe all the eligible women in Pete Street will be captivated by you.”

Hannah gave a fair assessment.

Locke draped the orange coat over her again and pushed her in front of the fitting room mirror.

"Hannah, you're not bad either. If you add a wide-brimmed hat with feathers and a useless little parasol, all the eligible men in Pete Street would line up to ask you out."

Hannah blushed slightly at her brother's praise. "I won't consider marriage until you're married."

“That’s wonderful. After all, in Pete Street, no man is worthy of our righteous and kind reporter, Hannah.”

Locke said with a smile.

Hannah looked at her pretty face in the mirror, but thought it was too thin, and muttered to herself.

"I'm not that arrogant."

In front of the fitting room, Hannah turned around and carefully examined the new dress. The more she looked at it, the more beautiful it seemed. Although the style was an out-of-season item from last year, it was the most precious gift Hannah had ever received in recent years.

Of course, Lloyd, who was pursuing her, had also given her expensive jewelry, but she refused it.

Despite her family's debts, she maintained a good distance from her colleagues, which is why they were willing to be her friends.

Despite her difficult circumstances, Hannah remained optimistic and never asked others for money.

Seeing Hannah's long-lost radiant smile, Locke breathed a sigh of relief.

She really liked the gift, proving that she hadn't wasted money.

"Locke, I've already told you, we can't waste money."

Hannah took off her coat, folded it, and put it back in Locke's hands.

“This dress must be very expensive, you have to return it. And that money, you can’t take Miss Rocco’s money for nothing, otherwise you’ll never be able to hold your head up high in the future.”

Hannah's expression turned serious again, as if a teacher were reprimanding a student who had made a mistake.

Locke waved his hand, "This has nothing to do with Miss Locke. This money really came from Miss Lucy. I just helped her solve a big problem."

"What trouble?"

Hannah asked, puzzled.

"Baker Grain Company's crisis public relations."

Locke replied.

Since the term "crisis management" didn't exist at that time, Hannah couldn't understand Locke's words and suspected that Locke was trying to fool her again.

Seeing that Hannah was already picking up her suitcase, preparing to go out to look for the non-existent Miss Rocco, Locke immediately called out to Hannah.

"Hannah, Miss Lucy is here on behalf of Compass Water Company to apologize to us. She felt it was necessary to compensate us, so she has provided a sum of money."