Becoming a god by raising witches

Sieg comforted Locke.

"It's okay, I should be able to hold on for half an hour."

As soon as Locke finished speaking, he realized that his eyelids were drooping. He didn't know why he was so sleepy. Could this also be the effect of the curse?

He patted his face, hoping to cheer himself up.

“Let’s have a chat, Locke.”

Sieg said earnestly.

Locke nodded. "You're kidding me, aren't you? You can reimburse the carriage fare?"

"Ah this..."

Sieg scratched the back of his head guiltily. "Okay, it's true that it can't be reimbursed. It was possible for the past two years, but because some damned investigators colluded with a large number of drivers to produce fake receipts and submit false accounts, they emptied half of the finance department, which led to the cancellation of this welfare policy."

Locke, sweat beading on his forehead, continued, "Damaged clothes can't be reimbursed, can they?"

"It's true that it can't be reimbursed. It was possible for the first two years, but because some damn investigators always wore expensive suits to carry out their missions, they emptied half of the finance department, which led to the cancellation of this benefit policy."

Locke broke out in a sweat again. Wasn't there any new reason?

These two things alone have emptied the finance department. Are your salaries starting to be delayed?

"Don't worry, we don't owe you any wages. Half of our wages are paid by the sheriff's court and the other half by the church."

Seemingly sensing Locke's doubts, Sieg explained.

Locke rubbed his temples, still feeling extremely tired.

“Locke, let me tell you something very interesting. Our director wrote a rather bizarre requirement in the recruitment terms: that the family must have a clean family history for three generations.”

Sieg said with a smile.

Locke was slightly taken aback.

Was everything that happened in the dream real? Or was the information revealed in the dream true?

Seeing Locke's serious expression, Sieg felt a little bored. That's right, only people within the Bureau of Paranormal Investigations would find this kind of joke funny; outsiders wouldn't be able to relate.

He shrugged and began to recount his love story.

"I've had 15 ex-fiancées. They were all beautiful and very kind to me, but their only flaw was that they wanted eternal love. But what love is eternal in this world? Love is like a flower; it will always wither..."

"Locke, what's with that look? Have you never been in a relationship before?"

"It's okay. Once you become my colleague, I'll take you to see a true paradise for men."

"Not the Rose Theatre, nor the Rosewood Theatre, I will take you to a ball in high society, where the ladies know true pleasure."

"Don't sleep, I haven't finished talking yet."

With the help of the kind-hearted Sieg, Locke finally made it through the half-hour drive.

The two arrived at the Sixth Sheriff's Court.

The hall of the Sixth Police District remained deserted. On a bench in the waiting area sat a fair-skinned, blond-haired boy dressed in a custom-made black suit, wearing a top hat, and holding a silver cane.

The boy was only about 1.5 meters tall, with delicate features, fair skin, and clear blue eyes.

He sat quietly on the waiting chair, glancing at his pocket watch every now and then.

When he saw that someone had finally appeared, a look of joy appeared on his face.

Locke exclaimed the boy's name in surprise.

"Robson Collins?"

Robson stood up, walked over, and bowed slightly to Locke.

"Hello, I am Robson Collins, a new recruit transferred from Yorkshire. This is my letter of introduction."

"..."

He assumed Locke was an investigator, which was why he knew his personal information in advance.

Sieg looked at the boy suspiciously, then reluctantly took the letter of introduction, frowning as he spoke.

"you are late."

"I'm sorry, senior. This is my first time in Kosalk. I'm not familiar with many of the roads and I got on the wrong bus."

Robson said apologetically.

Sieg didn't look at the letter of recommendation; instead, he planned to take Locke upstairs.

"senior."

Robson followed behind.

Sieg waved his hand. "Wait in the lobby for a bit. We'll come find you after we're done."

"..."

Robson felt neglected, but as a newcomer, he could only follow orders and did not rashly continue to follow the two.

Sieg snapped his fingers, and a white dove flew in from who-knows-where.

The white dove stared at Locke for a couple of moments, then flapped its wings and flew away.

"Follow it; only it knows where the director is."

Sieg and Locke followed.

Following the white dove, we arrived at the door of office 302.

Locke looked at the familiar "Director's Office" sign on the office door and felt as if he were reliving a dream world.

He pinched his thigh hard, afraid of still being trapped in that nightmare. The next second, the pain brought tears to his eyes.

Thump, thump—

Sieg knocked on the door.

"Please come in."

A magnetic female voice rang out.

The office door slowly opened, and Sieg led Locke inside.

Sitting at the desk was a beautiful woman with long black hair. Her face was not as three-dimensional as that of a Westerner, but more like that of an Easterner.

She has fair skin, soft facial features, and deep, captivating amber eyes.

A purple trench coat was draped open over her shoulders, revealing a black, high-slit evening gown underneath, and she held a long pipe in her hand.

A white dove landed on her shoulder.

[Ding! Witch information detected: Renis Hill]

Successfully feeding the witch will randomly grant you one of her superpowers.

[Delicious candy detected on the host]

[99.99% success rate in feeding]

Locke was stunned.

Renis Hill is a witch!

The head of the Sixth Bureau of Oddities is a witch!

And she's also a witch who loves sweets!

This is completely different from a dream. Why?

Could it be because the dream world doesn't know I possess a system? So most of the information in the dream is real, except for my system.

Without the system, one would not realize the true identity of this bureau chief upon seeing her.

Locke felt that this was most likely the truth.

"Chief, this is Locke Bemon. He came to the bureau today to apply for a chef position. I took him along on an A-level mission as a new recruit. We encountered an attack by a witch, and he performed exceptionally well, even saving me. However, he was accidentally cursed by the witch. I hope you can remove the curse for my sake and recruit him as a chef for the Bureau of Paranormal Investigations."

Sieg introduced Locke to Director Reynolds, and seemingly to reassure her, he added,

“He is a gifted wild weirdo. I don’t sense any demonic aura in him. I think he can join us.”

"Locke, quickly show the chief your special skill, Rapunzel!"

Sieg patted Locke on the shoulder, and Locke was taken aback.

Do chefs also need to show off their skills?

Wait, what's with Rapunzel? You read Grimm's Fairy Tales too?

Locke twitched his lips awkwardly, but didn't grow his hair longer. He always felt that the nickname "Rapunzel Locke" was more shameful than "Locke the Child-Slayer" or "Locke the Witch Chaser".

He didn't want his colleagues to call him "Rapunzel Locke" from now on; otherwise, he would die on the spot without needing a curse.

"Alright, Sig, you can go now."

Renis thought Sieg was too noisy and kicked him out.

Sieg gave Locke a thumbs-up, seemingly encouraging him.

"Sit down, don't be so tense. Let me sense the curse on you."