Becoming a god by raising witches

Locke and Robson both pricked up their ears, watching Freya, the middle-aged woman, who was laughing hysterically.

"The director's father was a spy recruited by Rodrigo, the director's grandfather was a spy with half Alterac blood, and his great-great-grandfather was a spy recruited by Aidenburg. Haha, that's why the director is particularly concerned about his clean family background."

Um, three generations of your family were spies?

How exactly did the black-haired bureau chief manage to become the director of the Bureau of Investigation in the capital?

Mrs. Freya felt she was joking, while Locke and Robson had even greater respect for the black-haired chief.

With such a resume, to be able to sit in such a position is something that not just anyone can do.

"Why aren't you laughing? Could your fathers have been spies too?"

Mrs. Freya asked.

Locke and Robson immediately shook their heads.

Locke began to suspect that his secrets would be leaked by Mrs. Freya, a tough woman who dared to make fun of even the chief's secrets.

However, this is probably no longer a secret. Even a newcomer like Locke knows it, so the other members of the Bureau of Investigation must know it too.

"Freya, your application for annual leave has been rejected."

A familiar voice suddenly rang out.

Locke and Robson were filled with awe.

Isn't that the black-haired bureau chief?

Freya excitedly stood up, ran to the windowsill, and shouted at the white doves flying outside.

"I want to strike! I want human rights! I want rest!"

After she finished yelling, she straightened her skirt and gracefully returned to her seat. As she passed Locke on the way, she casually grabbed the form he had half-filled out.

Freya smiled as she looked at Locke and Robson.

"Welcome to the Sixth Bureau of Oddity Investigation. Outsiders think we are the Sixth Sheriff's Court, but in reality, we only handle oddities."

"Mrs. Freya, I haven't actually finished filling it out yet."

"It doesn't matter, that's enough."

Freya placed the form into the file folder, and the unfilled information began to appear automatically, as if an invisible pen was rapidly writing words.

【Basic Information】Lock Bemon, 17 years old, from Kosork, Kingdom of Tumen, lives in apartment 1, 3rd floor of Old Tom's Apartment in Pet Street, West Kosork.

[Interest Tags] Finding witches, feeding witches, telling witch stories.

[Criminal History] None.

[Expectations of Crime] To live in a world where everyone is equal, the rule of law is sound, and there is no class oppression or royal aristocracy.

[Marital and Dating Status] Void.

[Most Important Relative] Hannah Bemon, 22 years old, from Kosork, Kingdom of Tumen, residing at Apartment 1, 3rd Floor, Old Tom Apartments, Pet Street, West Kosork...

Freya handed Locke another application form.

"Write down all the strange items you own. If you want to keep them, remember to check the box to select 'keep them.' You can also sell them if you want."

"Okay, thank you, Mrs. Freya."

Locke began filling out the strange object application form.

Given that the black-haired bureau chief looked intimidating, he filled in all the strange items he had without holding back.

The biggest secret is that I own a system; aside from that, I can be honest about everything else.

With this in mind, Locke wrote down the C19 Witch's Red Crystal Necklace and the C201 Shadow Candle.

After finishing, I handed the form to Freya.

"And this confidentiality agreement, oh, and your probationary contract. During the probationary period, your weekly salary will only be 80%, and you can only receive 4 silver coins per week. After 3 months, once you complete the job transfer task, your weekly salary will be 5 silver coins."

After finishing writing these documents, the morning was over.

Freya smiled and nodded.

"You can start work tomorrow. Today you can familiarize yourself with the environment first, and then go back and enjoy some rare leisure time. Oh, by the way, your uniforms will take a month to make. Until then, please wear decent clothes to work. Renis is a person who pays great attention to her appearance, especially you, Mr. Locke, your coat is all torn."

“Yes, Mrs. Freya.”

Locke looked at his coat with a pang of regret, wishing he could get reimbursed for it.

Locke left Freya's office with Robson, a boy a head shorter than him, and, led by Dimo, toured the Sixth Bureau of Oddity Investigation.

As the sun set, Locke and Robson bid farewell to Dimer and left the Bureau of Investigation.

"Locke, would you like to come to my place for a bit? I just rented an apartment, it's only one block away from here."

Robson, who was late that morning because he got lost, invited Locke with a smile.

"It's almost dinner time, I need to buy groceries and go home to cook. I'll definitely go next time if I have the chance."

Locke looked apologetic and promised to do it next time.

"Well, that's a real shame. You'll definitely come visit me at my place next time."

Robson waved his hand and got into a carriage.

Judging from his clothes and appearance, he is a very wealthy teenager.

He actually had to take a carriage to cover a distance of just one street.

Locke shook his head and decided to walk to Trey Bridge, take a car across the bridge, and then buy the best lamb to cook a big meal to celebrate finding a job.

Looking up at the towering buildings of Wells, Locke clenched his fist, encouraging himself.

Life is getting better every day.

A flock of white doves was circling in the gray sky, and Locke inexplicably felt that it was the omnipresent gaze of the black-haired Chief Reines.

Even now, he still has a sense of unreality.

He had actually been hired by the Sixth Sheriff's Court, making him practically a sheriff himself.

Although, at first I only came to apply for a chef's job.

Is this also fate?

Lost in thought, Locke had already arrived at the bustling commercial district.

A man dressed as a clown was handing out flyers on the street. Although Locke's coat was somewhat torn, the clown still handed him a flyer and said enthusiastically,

"The Ryder Circus opens on December 1st with half-price tickets. Young gentlemen, please bring your families to watch."

"Okay, I'll consider it."

Locke responded with a smile; he was in a very good mood today, and the circus performance was one of the few forms of entertainment available in this era.

Hannah hadn't seen a circus performance in seven or eight years, and she herself had never experienced one since she came into this world.

Locke felt that relaxing occasionally wasn't a big problem.

As I passed by Baker's Bakery, I still saw a long queue. Everyone was discussing Baker's actions and believed that Baker Foods was a responsible company.

However, the residents of the East District are very dignified. Even when queuing, they are polite and humble, without any crowding, and maintain a friendly social distance from each other.

Two young ladies were quietly discussing Locke, thinking he was very handsome.

Several ladies across the street were also discussing Locke, thinking his clothes were tattered and not presentable enough.

As Locke passed by the clothing store, Sophie, the bright-eyed saleswoman, recognized him immediately and waved to him.

Just as Locke was about to leave, Sophie opened the glass door and reached out to pull the customer, who had only visited the clothing store once, inside.

Chapter 61, 8 Times the Salary!

"Oh, goddess, how did your clothes get torn? Did you encounter a terrible robber, or a lustful female hooligan?"

Sophie frowned and, before Locke could speak, she took off his coat and tenderly touched the torn parts.

If her attention hadn't been completely focused on the coat, Locke would have suspected he'd really encountered a female hooligan.

Sophie took out a needle and thread from the pocket of her long dress and sat down in the chair in front of the counter.

"I'm so sorry, I had an accident this morning. Please don't bother, I can find someone to mend it."

Locke scratched his messy hair and said embarrassedly.

"You probably didn't know I offer after-sales service, did you? You can bring your coat back within a year, and I'll mend it for you for free."

Sophie smiled and held up the needle and thread in her hand. "My dream used to be to be a fashion designer. Believe me, no one on this street is better at sewing than me."

"Thank you, beautiful lady."

Locke sat down in the empty seat next to Sophie.

You can call me Sophie.

Sophie poured a cup of black tea and handed it to Locke. "You don't look too well. Have some tea and rest for a while. Give me fifteen minutes, and I'll be done."

"Thank you, Miss Sophie."

Locke took the black tea, and the chill was dispelled considerably.