Becoming a god by raising witches

Locke had a high opinion of this teacher who looked very gloomy; people who like to read are likely to be very knowledgeable.

Hmm, what book is he reading?

Locke glanced over curiously.

Boyd turned away, making sure he didn't see him.

But Locke heard Boyd muttering to himself.

"I will not share Miss Jacqueline's latest photobook with anyone."

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I was wrong, the Bureau of Extraordinary Investigations is full of weirdos.

Jacqueline was a glamorous actress at the Rose Theatre, known for her daring exposure. She released numerous photo books, which were very popular with lesbians of the time.

The blond, blue-eyed boy, Robson, said in a friendly manner, "Locke, if there's anything you don't understand, you can ask me."

He has been with the Bureau of Investigation for three years; he is not a complete newcomer. He was only transferred here due to special circumstances.

"Okay, thank you, Robson."

"It's okay, we'll most likely become partners."

Robson said with a smile.

"partner?"

Locke looked at Robson with a puzzled expression.

Robson nodded. "In the Bureau of Paranormal Investigations, missions are usually carried out in pairs, working together as partners."

“Yes, but Robson, you’re new here and don’t have the right to choose your partner.”

Sieg pointed to himself as he spoke, "And me, I just lost a partner."

What do you mean? Am I that popular already?

Locke assumed that Sieg was going to compete with Robson for him as a partner, since he and Sieg had been through life and death together.

Who knew that the next second, Sieg would say,

"Robson, I'm your new partner."

Fresh beads of sweat appeared on Locke's forehead.

Luckily I didn't say anything, otherwise it would be awkward now.

Why did that unreliable guy Sieg suddenly choose Robson? Was it because they had drinks yesterday?

One of the three great illusions of life is that I am very popular.

One should not be too confident.

Locke thought to himself.

"Yes, Senior Sig."

Robson flashed a bright smile. For him, it didn't matter who his partner was; what mattered was quickly integrating into the group.

Locke discovered that the only person left who could form a team was Boyd.

Boyd, who was still looking at Jacqueline's photo book, was also marked with a "don't mess with him" tag in the new recruit handbook. Locke felt that his future as an investigator was a bit worrying.

While there was still time, Locke left the investigator's office and returned to the kitchen, where he told Chef Rani about the director's arrangements.

"Alright, you've gained the director's favor, that's a good thing. Come over after you finish your study of occult knowledge this morning."

Old Rani said.

"When will you teach me how to make chocolate pudding?"

Fedor rubbed his hands together and asked.

Locke suddenly looked at him warily, suspecting that he was possessed by the demon that wanted to eat him.

Seeing Locke's sudden change in expression, Fedor swallowed hard. A chef's secret skills cannot be passed on casually; I must have broken a taboo.

"I'm sorry, Locke, this must be your specialty. I was just blinded by the dessert."

Fedor said, feeling wronged.

"No, it's okay, there's still time, I can teach you."

Locke ate two croissants and then began teaching Fedor how to make chocolate custard pudding.

He had promised Fedor before, and he wasn't the kind of person to break his word.

Just as Locke was teaching earnestly, a barely perceptible wisp of white smoke slowly drifted in.

In the kitchen, smoke is the easiest thing to overlook.

However, Locke became wary.

The devil who steals knowledge has arrived.

Locke picked up the spatula and used it to disperse the smoke.

Hmph, anyway, you can't do anything to me now.

After the smoke dissipated, it drifted back in a little while later.

Locke repeatedly pounded the demon, subjecting it to the agony of being repeatedly shattered.

Until the white mist stuck firmly to Fedor's hand.

She believed that this would leave Locke helpless.

Locke, on the other hand, deliberately gave the wrong ratio of sugar to eggs when teaching Fedor, so that even if the pudding was made, the taste would be very different.

He apologized to Fedor in his heart and promised to tell Fedor the correct recipe after the problem of the demon was solved.

Fedor was very happy learning, as if he had returned to his apprenticeship.

Although Old Rani thought the dessert was delicious, he still preferred the "Iced Lamb".

While Fedor was learning desserts, old Rani was practicing boiling lamb in ice.

Locke guessed that the cafeteria's lunch today must be boiled lamb.

At 10 o'clock sharp, Locke returned to the investigator's office.

Only Boyd, her future partner, remains, still looking at the photobook.

"You're right on time. Come upstairs to the library with me."

Boyd put the photo album in the drawer, stood up, and took Locke upstairs into the library.

The library was very large, with rows of bookshelves filled with books. If Locke hadn't been thinking about being targeted by a demon, he would have been in a much better mood.

He enjoys reading, which is one of his few forms of entertainment.

There were only Boyd and Locke in the library, so Boyd immediately began the lesson.

Boyd took two thick books off the shelf and handed them to Locke.

Locke opened the green-covered book, which was full of text he couldn't understand, and couldn't help but show a puzzled expression.

I've already gone through three years of literacy training in vocational school! How come I still can't understand it?

Boyd found a seat and gestured for Locke to sit in the chair opposite him.

Locke sat down with the book in his hand, his brow furrowed slightly.

"It's alright, it's normal not to understand. It's written in dragon script. It would be strange if you could understand it. All records related to mysticism are written in dragon script to prevent ordinary people from seeing them, misinterpreting the contents, conducting incorrect experiments, or being contaminated by bad things."

Boyd explained with a very dejected look on his face.

"I will teach you the language of dragons. This red book is the dragon dictionary, and this green book is the basics of mysticism."

"Since you'll most likely be my partner in the future, I'll spend two hours every morning teaching you Dragon Language. You can study the basics of mysticism on your own when you get back. If you don't understand something, you can look it up in a dictionary or ask me."

Do you know shooting and hand-to-hand combat?

Boyd asked.

Locke shook his head. Although he had handled a gun during military training in his previous life, he had only ever scored below 10 rings, so he couldn't say he was good at it.

As for combat, he knows absolutely nothing about it.

"Then you can study at the policing court next door in the afternoon. I will give you a temporary certificate. Every day at 2 pm, you can go to the shooting range of the policing court next door to practice shooting for 1 hour, and then practice fighting skills for 2 hours. Find Instructor Anya Dubi for fighting. He is a strict instructor who has trained many excellent policing officers. You can allocate the rest of your time as you like."

"You don't need to go out on field missions until you can defeat me."

"The first test is scheduled for this weekend, do you have any problems?"

Boyd, with his gloomy expression and fondness for looking at photo albums, gave Locke an unexpectedly reliable feeling.

He nodded emphatically, "No problem."

Boyd's arrangements left Locke with a lot of personal time, so that he could both cook for the director on time and seize the time to become stronger.

"Before we begin learning the basics of mysticism, I'd like to give you some general knowledge."

Although Boyd didn't smile, his gentle tone made Locke feel comfortable; he wasn't the kind of teacher who was harsh on students.

He felt that Boyd had a good temper and didn't understand who could make him cry.