Becoming a god by raising witches

"Humph."

Angela was still angry and walked towards the end of the corridor.

Dimo shook the bottle of wine in his hand and said to Locke with a smile,

“Locke, my name is Dimo. I’m sorry, I’ve spoiled Angela.”

"She is your daughter?"

Dimo smiled. "She is the daughter of my deceased friend, so she is like my daughter too."

"Hello, Mr. Dimo, I apologize for what happened before, but I did not mean to deceive you."

Locke said politely.

“It’s alright, the Heart of Dreams won’t have any problems. I believe you’re not lying to us. You must have some other extraordinary abilities to be able to enter the Bureau of Investigation. You can just call me Dimo.”

Dimo gulped down two mouthfuls of wine, his eyes glazed over as he looked at the wall.

"Um, Mr. Dimer, I'm over here."

Locke said.

"Do you need me to take you to register?"

Dimo turned to the side and scratched his messy hair. "Haha, Locke, do you want me to take you to register?"

"Okay, thank you, Mr. Dimo."

Dimo led Locke downstairs to the registration room on the first floor.

Freya, who was in charge of personnel registration, was a middle-aged woman with brown curly hair and a slightly plump figure.

"What's going on today? The Bureau of Investigation has sent two such handsome young men. I wish I could be 10 years younger so I could embrace a beautiful love."

Chapter 59, The Strange Application Form

"This intelligent and beautiful lady is Freya. She is a rare civilian employee of the Bureau of Paranormal Investigations, holding multiple positions, including personnel, administration, and finance. So if you can't find anyone in the lobby, you can go to Freya's office to find her."

Dimer pointed to the blond-haired young man Robson who had just finished writing his job application and said, "Look, Mrs. Freya looks so young and energetic today, like she's just turned 18."

Robson scratched his head awkwardly.

"Oh, look where this drunkard came from. He can't even see where I am, yet he has the nerve to be a guide for newcomers. The smell of alcohol on you has polluted the air in my office."

Freya put her hands on her hips and glared at Dimo, who was within five meters of her and couldn't distinguish between humans and animals.

"Go on out, Sieg is enough to help here."

"Mr. Sieg just went out."

Robson said.

Locke, who was searching for Sig, narrowed his eyes.

Is this guy avoiding me? We clearly agreed that the travel expenses would be reimbursed!

"Oh, goddess, poor newcomers, you've got the most unreliable seniors. Come on in and fill out the registration form. Robson, help this handsome gentleman out."

Freya put one hand to her forehead, as if she still had many accounts to finish. She sat back down at her workstation and buried herself in her work.

Robson took out a form and handed it to Locke.

"You need to fill in your name, age, marital status, home address and bank account on the form. If you don't have a bank account, you don't need to fill it in. You can collect cash from Mrs. Freya every week."

Robson seemed to know this place very well, unlike Locke who knew nothing at all.

Locke nodded and sat down to fill out the form.

The top half of the table is perfectly normal, but things start to get strange from there.

Please list three unusual quirks or hobbies. If you don't have any, please write down your hobbies, which must be ones that are not widely known.

Please fill in your criminal history. If you don't have one, you can write down a crime you want to commit. We guarantee to keep it confidential.

Please fill in your dating history. If you have none, please find a partner as soon as possible. Please prepare for your wedding within a week, work day and night to preserve your bloodline, and take on this job. You can't guarantee you'll see the sun rise tomorrow.

Please describe your most important family member in detail. We will protect your family when you are being watched by an evil spirit.

Do I need to fill in these too?

Locke was eager to see how Robson had written it, but Robson had already given the application form to Mrs. Freya.

"Yes, all of this must be written down. It is the key evidence to prevent you from being switched at will. If one day your soul is taken away, we will be able to tell."

Mrs. Freya said without looking up that she was really too busy. She had complained many times and hoped that the Bureau of Paranormal Investigations could recruit more civilian staff to share her burden, but unfortunately the Bureau of Paranormal Investigations always rejected her application on the grounds of confidentiality agreements.

Mrs. Freya wanted to resign, wanted to skip work, wanted poetry and distant places, but unfortunately she had reasons that forced her to stay in the Bureau of Investigation.

She felt she was under pressure she shouldn't have at her age, and her body was getting fatter and fatter. The pressure made her gain weight and lose her youthful vitality and radiance. She could only try to save her skin by applying a face mask every night before bed.

If it weren't for maintaining a ladylike image, she would also like to learn from the alcoholic Dimo ​​and drink heavily every day, at least to relieve stress.

Looking at the mountain of documents piled up in front of Mrs. Freya, Locke suddenly felt a pang of sympathy for the middle-aged woman.

Unfortunately, he wasn't good at handling these things; he was just a C-level graduate of a secondary vocational school, and his major was mechanical manufacturing.

He filled in his detailed information, leaving the bank account line blank.

In Kosork, banks will not open an account for you unless you have 300 silver coins in assets, unless you have a letter of introduction.

After opening a bank account, you can not only deposit money, but also borrow money.

A bank account is, to some extent, a symbol of credit.

Locke decided to take some time to open a bank account and deposit the money Miss Lucy had given him; he would ask his colleagues at the Bureau of Investigation for the letter of introduction.

They probably have bank accounts, right?

After completing the first half of the table, Locke began writing the second half.

Three unusual quirks—it's really tough on me.

You can't exactly write about searching for witches, feeding witches, or talking about witches, can you?

If I write it like this, my reputation within the Bureau of Investigation will be ruined.

"Make sure to write the truth."

Mrs. Freya suddenly looked up at Locke and said.

A bead of sweat appeared on Locke's forehead.

"Don't be nervous, we won't peek."

Dimo picked up the bottle again and gulped down half of it.

Locke noticed that Dimo's bottle of wine seemed to be inexhaustible; the half-empty bottle had just been finished, but now it was back.

This thing is most likely a strange object as well.

"Dimo, what are you still doing here?"

Mrs. Freya urged him on and kicked Dimo ​​out, because she couldn't drink and was very jealous of the perpetually drunkard Dimo.

Dimmel left dejectedly, leaving only the blond young Robson, the perpetually busy Mrs. Freya, and Locke, who didn't know how to begin writing, in the office.

Do you like keeping pets?

Robson was a friendly person who enjoyed helping others. To broaden Locke's thinking, he took the initiative to speak.

"You can write down any hobby that others don't know about, such as cats, dogs, birds, or other unique pets."

"Thank you, Robson."

Locke said gratefully, and he wrote it down.

Talking to cats, cooking for cats, being a cat owner

Three secret hobbies.

This hobby is currently known only to Hannah.

Now the Bureau of Investigations knows too, but it doesn't matter. Locke, who likes cats, has a much better reputation than Locke, who likes witches.

As for the criminal history section, Locke hesitated for two seconds and looked at Freya and Robson again.

"Don't worry, the Bureau of Investigation will keep your secret. Even if you have committed heinous crimes that would send you to the guillotine, once you join the Bureau of Investigation, everything will be wiped clean."

Robson said with great certainty.

"Yes, there aren't many people with clean backgrounds in the Bureau of Investigation, but our branch is an exception. Our Director, Renis, requires that only people with clean family backgrounds for three generations or more can join the Bureau of Investigation. She wants to reshape the image of the Bureau of Investigation and attract a group of passionate young people to join."

Freya seemed to have thought of something funny, and suddenly stopped what she was doing, smiling as she looked at the two newcomers.

"The results of it?"

Robson asked cooperatively.

"As a result, the Bureau of Investigation failed to recruit a single new person for three consecutive years, and another batch died last year, forcing them to recruit temporary workers from the Kosork prison."

Freya chuckled as she spoke, "Let me tell you a secret."

Chapter 60: Three Generations of Ancestors Were Spies?