Becoming a god by raising witches

"Locke, wish me luck."

"Hannah, Lady Luck will smile upon you, and you'll meet a student who isn't so mischievous."

"On your first day at work, don't be willful; learn from the other chefs."

The two alighted from the carriage, embraced briefly, exchanged words of advice, and then merged into the crowd in different directions. Unlike the gray and white shadows in the West District, the shadows in the East District seemed to be colorful.

The pedestrians on the street were dressed in bright and stylish clothes, mainly in green, blue and orange.

Hannah and Locke turned around almost simultaneously, looked in each other's direction, and then both broke into bright smiles.

"Handsome gentleman, see you tonight."

"See you tonight, beautiful lady."

The two turned around again and headed in different directions, but both remained in a cheerful mood.

Locke didn't do his morning exercises in his apartment today; he planned to bring this routine to the Bureau of Investigation.

Since it was still early, Locke went to the Cathedral of Life of San Figueires.

The church is open 24 hours a day and will not turn Locke away just because he arrived too early.

A few devout believers sat sparsely in the spacious prayer room, all praying to the goddess.

Locke found a seat in the back row and sat down. A little girl in a green robe came forward and handed him a leaf from an evergreen tree.

The leaves of this evergreen tree are similar in shape to those of the Tree of Life, and are hard and not easily damaged. After simple air drying and coating, they can be used as decorations to hang around the neck or wrist.

Almost every follower of the Life Church owns one.

These leaves are given away for free by the church, and the children in green robes are the ones who give them the leaves. They must be girls under the age of 8 with a cute appearance, so they have a special title: Green Leaf Girls.

These green leaf girls are generally orphans who are attached to the church. They were abandoned by their parents at a young age or sent directly to the church.

Besides giving out leaves, they also appear in the choir.

She will become a nun in the church in the future, serving the goddess for the rest of her life, and will not marry or have children.

Priests, on the other hand, are allowed to marry and have children, and may even have illegitimate children.

Locke took the leaf and thanked the girl with the green leaf.

Louisa smiled sweetly and said in her childish voice,

"My name is Louisa. Please come every day from now on. I will give you a leaf every day. I hope the goddess will bless you with good health."

“I can only guarantee that I will be here for the next month, Miss Louisa. Locke thanks you for your generosity.”

Locke said with a smile.

"Alright Locke, even though it's only for a month, at least I can see you every day. I've already fallen in love with you at first sight, and I hope you won't disappoint me."

Louisa had barely finished speaking when she was picked up by the young nun Sinai.

Sinai's face was full of apology.

"I'm sorry, please don't mind. This child always likes to talk nonsense. Louisa, quickly repent to the goddess."

“Beautiful goddess, Louisa is wrong.”

Louisa, the green-leaf girl, lowered her head and said aggrievedly.

The next second, she looked up at Locke with a cheerful expression and said,

"You are the most handsome man I have ever seen. When I grow up, I want to marry you."

Louisa's legs thrashed about, her small body struggling desperately, but she was eventually forcibly taken away by Sister Sinai, who would probably put her in solitary confinement.

Locke opened his mouth slightly, unsure of what to say.

This damn charm, it even affects children?

He held the leaf and prayed with the other worshippers toward the goddess symbol in front of the church.

Pena, the goddess of life, also known as the goddess of the earth and the mother of all living beings, is a highly respected and illustrious deity among all gods. She was born from a fissure and is also the first primordial god.

The Church of Life believes that His appearance marks the beginning of the transition from disorder to order in chaos, and also marks the beginning of the creation of all things.

He has no specific idol; his symbol is the green vines and leaves growing from the crack.

Prayer time is usually from 5 minutes to half an hour, and the longer the time, the more devout the person is.

Locke chose a moderate 15 minutes.

After the prayer, he left the Cathedral of Life of San Figueires.

This time, no vines suddenly sprouted and attacked its head or buttocks.

It seems that the goddess of life has temporarily accepted me.

Well, or rather, he was reprimanded by Father Barnes before.

I never imagined that Father Barnes was this kind of person in private.

Considering he saved my life, I decided not to hold it against him.

Locke left the church and headed toward the Sixth Sheriff's Court.

At 7:40, Locke walked into the Bureau of Investigation.

The hall remained empty.

As Locke walked through the hall, he passed Mrs. Freya's office. The door was closed, and he abandoned the idea of ​​saying good morning, guessing that Mrs. Freya might not appear until 8:59.

Locke arrived at the kitchen and found that the cooks had not yet arrived. He nodded and began to do his morning exercises.

[Physical coordination proficiency +1]

After finishing one set of exercises, Locke felt only slightly warm and could continue doing three more sets.

Unfortunately, time waits for no one, and old Rani arrived.

Old Rani was surprised that Locke had arrived even earlier than him.

Good morning, Mr. Rani.

"Just call me Old Rani."

Old Rani said.

Locke readily agreed, "Good morning, old Rani."

Old Rani nodded slightly and asked in confusion, "What were you doing just now?"

"To stay energetic throughout the day and cook well, the key is to maintain good physical condition. I was just exercising."

Locke said with a smile.

Old Rani suddenly realized that Locke made sense. "I've been feeling soreness in my lower back and legs lately, probably because I'm not exercising enough."

"Since we still have time, why don't we go together?"

Locke plans to promote radio calisthenics in this other world, starting with the head chef in the kitchen.

If Locke hadn't been able to make such an amazing dish as [Ice-boiled Lamb], old Rani would never have believed him.

Old Rani, with his frail arms and legs, followed Locke to learn radio calisthenics, just like an old man in the park who had just learned to dance square dance, which made Locke feel like he had returned to his homeland.

Fedor, who later developed a beer belly, also joined the calisthenics team.

Fedor only gave up on the intense exercise when he couldn't keep up with the jumping movements.

Georgia and Graf are on the night shift today, so you won't see them this morning. Yesterday, they were there because of special circumstances, which is why the entire kitchen staff was there.

"How are you feeling? Don't you feel better?"

Locke questioned old Rani and Fedor.

Old Rani nodded. "Indeed, it's still quite difficult."

"I feel young again, as if I've returned to my teenage years."

Fedor said, panting heavily.

Teenagers don't have beer bellies, and they certainly don't get this out of breath just from jumping around.

Locke mentally grumbled about Fedor's beer belly until he finished three sets of radio calisthenics before ending his workout.

Old Rani also began urging everyone to start preparing today's breakfast.

"Quickly, everyone get moving! Today's breakfast is Babak toast, croissants, Kosork sausages, and Minnlock sandwiches. Who's in charge of the director's breakfast? It has to be dessert or cake."

"Let me do it."

Locke would not miss any opportunity to feed the black-haired director, because the skills he could get from her were simply too good to pass up.

Although cakes were not Locke's forte, he had many ideas for desserts.

Fortunately, the Bureau of Investigation's kitchen had many advanced devices for the time, such as a huge oven. This old oven relied on the heat from the fireplace and could not be temperature-controlled, but for Locke, it was a luxury.

After inquiring about Fedor's operating methods, Locke quickly familiarized himself with the large oven and established initial trust in it.

"Mr. Oven, please don't let me down."

The bulky, square oven reflected a metallic sheen in the sunlight, as if in response to Locke.

Do you have any chocolate?