Becoming a god by raising witches

When dealing with a cunning person, it's best not to try to outsmart them, otherwise you'll easily become their target, just like that poor investigator.

With heartfelt sincerity, Locke respectfully placed the chocolate pudding on Renis's table.

The smoke gradually returned to the long pipe in Renis's hand.

"what is this?"

Rhine looked at the dessert she had never seen before, smelled its sweet aroma, and asked a question.

Chocolate pudding.

Locke replied.

Renis tapped her pipe, and a maid formed from smoke appeared in the pipe. The maid was voluptuous and completely naked. If she hadn't been pure white smoke, she would surely have given some early risers all sorts of fantasies.

When the maid saw Locke, she blushed and immediately reached out, took a puff of smoke from her pipe, and covered her private parts.

Locke guessed that this was definitely Rhaenys playing a trick on him.

Because Renis's expression at that moment was that ambiguous smile.

She enjoys teasing newcomers.

Locke came to this conclusion.

The maid picked up a spoon, scooped up a piece of chocolate custard pudding, and fed it to Renis.

Renis opened her mouth slightly, her eyes shining faintly.

[Ding! Successfully fed the witch!]

[Randomly acquire one of the witch's abilities]

[Retrieving data...]

[Shadow Clone: ​​You possess a shadow clone. The shadow clone has an independent personality but is absolutely obedient to you. Its combat power is twice that of yours. The only drawback is that its thoughts may be somewhat dark. The shadow clone can only appear in places with light; it cannot be used in darkness.]

[Duplicate ability extracted, Shadow Clone Proficiency +100]

[Shadow Clone: ​​100/1000]

Locke's eyes also lit up slightly.

Locke was in a very good mood despite drawing the same ability.

If you can draw the same power 10 times in a row, you can directly upgrade your ability.

Renis quickly finished the delicious chocolate custard pudding. She was increasingly pleased with the new chef, and it would be even better if he could also double as an investigator.

"Locke, from now on you only need to take care of my meals. I don't like sharing with others."

Renis smiled.

So you mean you just want to eat this delicious chocolate pudding all by yourself?

In short, there is no other witch in the group, and since she only makes food for one person, she can save time and gain more skill proficiency.

"Okay, as you wish."

"Ah."

Renis nodded slightly in satisfaction. "Wild weirdos generally lack systematic knowledge of mysticism. You can go to Boyd for systematic training. Remember not to make him cry. Go ahead. I hope to see more dessert for lunch. Don't treat me like a cat."

Renis meant that she still had a good appetite, and a chocolate pudding was not enough to satisfy her.

In Locke's view, cats have a very large appetite.

"Okay, Director."

Locke left Renis's office, and the smoke-shaped maid suddenly transformed into a huge hole, drooling as Locke walked away.

"It smells so good, so good, let me eat it."

The last time Locke saw Renis, he was surrounded by an aura of curse that obscured the true essence of his soul.

This time, Locke's curse has been basically lifted, and the demon in the pipe smelled Locke's fragrance.

"Shut up."

Renis kicked the smoke hole, causing it to dissipate and the white smoke to turn into black mist.

Black mist enveloped the entire room, and clattering sounds emanated from within.

Locke heard something unusual coming from Renis's room, and he pricked up his ears.

I heard Renis's domineering declaration.

"He's mine. If you dare touch him, I'll make you, you demon, lose consciousness forever."

Tsk~

What's happening here?

Locke continued to listen intently.

A strange and hoarse voice said, "It's just a soul, why won't you give it to me? I'm the demon you've made a pact with."

"No, his desserts are too delicious. Unless you can make them like him, I won't give him to you."

"Okay, I'll go learn now."

The demon was determined to devour Locke.

Locke swallowed hard, wanting to continue eavesdropping, but room 302 vanished, disappearing without a trace.

Locke nervously went downstairs, never expecting that he had been targeted by a demon.

We must find out as soon as possible what strange thing the chief's pipe is, and what's the deal with that demon.

Chapter 72, The Demon Who Stole Knowledge Has Arrived

This demon certainly can't devour itself now, because Rhaenys is holding it back.

But if it learns all the desserts I know, then it's hard to say.

Locke went to the investigator's office on the second floor with mixed feelings. Angela, Dimmel, Sieg and Robson were all inside.

They are enjoying delicious croissants and toast.

The investigators didn't like eating in the cafeteria with the temporary workers; they preferred to have their own space.

"Good morning, Locke."

The blond-haired boy, Robson, waved to Locke.

"Good morning, Robson."

"Good morning, Locke. Why haven't I had any of your cooking?"

Angela asked curiously.

She tried to get Locke into the Bureau of Investigation so she could taste his cooking, but the croissants and toast tasted and tasted the same as before, with no innovation whatsoever.

Angela was already tired of eating it.

"I'm sorry, the director said that from now on I should only cook for her."

Locke said honestly.

Angela's disappointment was palpable, and the little girl hugged Dimo's leg, "Dimo, the director is so mean."

"Angela, don't worry, I'll go find the chief right away."

Dimo patted Angela's little head.

Angela shook her head. "Forget it, you'll just get beaten up if you go."

Dimo looked embarrassed. "Even if I get beaten up, I won't let you suffer."

"Poor Dimo, be careful your salary gets docked, then you won't have any money for drinks."

Sieg said with a smile.

Dimo immediately released Angela. "I think the croissants that old Rani makes are as delicious as ever, Angela, don't be picky."

Angela squinted at Dimo, who turned around so their backs were facing each other.

Locke discovered that the two indeed had a very good relationship, much like father and daughter.

Locke looked around the office and noticed a new face in addition to the familiar investigators.

This person had a very gloomy face, which looked like the Chinese character "囧" from a distance. He was tall and thin, with pale skin, droopy eyebrows and eyes, sleepy eyes, and heavy dark circles under his eyes. He was comparable to the widowed old Rani.

He held a book in his left hand and a croissant in his right, reading and eating at the same time.

Noticing Locke's gaze, he looked up and gave Locke a dejected smile.

"Hello, my name is Boyd."

“Senior Boyd, I am Locke, a newcomer. The director asked me to learn about the occult from you.”

Locke walked over to Boyd.

Boyd nodded. "Okay, come find me at 10 o'clock. Let me read for a while first."

"it is good."