Becoming a god by raising witches

Georgia pushed up her blindfold and said.

Locke guessed they would start arguing again soon, so he quickly left the kitchen and went to the investigator's office on the second floor to find Boyd, whom he needed to issue him with temporary documentation.

Locke walked into the office and didn't find Boyd, but only little Angela curled up asleep on the sofa, and Dimo ​​drinking on another sofa.

Dimo looked at Locke and said with a smile,

“Boyd left you a document on his desk, reminding you to go to the Fifth Sheriff’s Court.”

"Okay, I'll go right away."

"Oh, you brought the cat. Be careful the chief doesn't see it."

Dimo seems to be very clear-headed today.

Locke asked, "Why?"

"The bureau chief keeps an owl that eats cats."

Dimo reminded him.

"I see."

Locke nodded, his strange knowledge had increased again. There was a witch who didn't like cats and even kept an owl that ate cats. Was it to cover up her identity as a witch?

Locke took the identification documents, left the Sixth Sheriff's Court, crossed a street, and arrived at the Fifth Sheriff's Court next to the City Hall.

After showing the relevant documents to the personnel, a young sheriff led Locke into the firing range.

The shooting range is large, but each person has their own private shooting room, offering privacy comparable to a shooting club. It's clear that a lot of taxpayers' money has been spent on it.

Locke was unaware that this was a high-level shooting range accessible only to senior sheriffs; he simply regarded it as a public shooting range where all sheriffs could practice.

Do you need an instructor?

"The young sheriff asked."

Just as Locke was about to answer "yes," he heard Eileen meowing in his ear.

"unnecessary."

The young sheriff then turned and left.

Locke frowned and looked at Eileen.

"I'm not very good at."

"If you make me Kossork paella again tonight, I'll teach you."

A sly glint flashed in Eileen's eyes.

So this is where I was waiting.

"No, I'll make you something even better tonight."

Locke promised.

"what?"

"Eileen asked excitedly."

"Ketchup and eggs. Okra fries, and a fruit salad."

"Ugh, that doesn't sound appetizing at all."

"I guarantee that apart from the ingredients being cheaper, the taste will be absolutely delicious."

Locke said.

"Okay, you silly pet owner, I hope you get out of poverty soon."

"Eileen said haughtily."

Then, she transformed back into human form, this time wearing a white dress, the very one Locke had bought for her.

"Stand with your feet shoulder-width apart, relax your body, turn slightly to the side, grip the gun firmly, keep steady, and aim at the target..."

Eileen said as she operated the device.

Locke nodded and did as she said.

The first shot missed the target.

Eileen shook her head. "It seems you don't have the talent for this."

She turned back into a cat and squatted down to observe.

Locke frowned and tried again.

The second shot missed the target.

The system did not display the skill proficiency level.

Could it be that the ability must be obtained from a witch in order to improve proficiency?

With that thought in mind, Locke continued his shooting practice.

The range manager smiled when he came to change the bullseye.

Locke practiced for an hour but didn't hit a single target, which was unprecedented at the advanced practice range, meaning he didn't need to change targets at all.

The administrator waved goodbye to Locke with a warm smile, secretly wondering to himself, "With such poor skills, he must have gotten his position as a senior sheriff through connections, right?"

Locke, who was inexplicably identified as a nepotism hire, left the shooting range and went to find the young sheriff again.

The young sheriff led Locke to Instructor Anya Dolby's residence.

This is a two-story villa with a garden outside, planted with various flowers and plants.

There is a black hunting dog in the garden.

The hunting dogs barked fiercely at the approaching footsteps.

"Mr. Dolby has a dog named Jerry, who is somewhat unfriendly and once had to pay a lot of money for biting someone. It's best to stay away from him."

The young sheriff gave a warning.

Locke nodded.

“Mr. Dolby has retired, but if it were you, he would teach you.”

The young sheriff said with a smile.

Um, I sound like I have a high status, but actually I'm just an intern investigator.

Locke felt inexplicably guilty.

He walked nervously into the garden, and the black hunting dog immediately rushed up and barked.

It wanted to bite the knees of the two intruders to stop them from disturbing its owner's rest.

But when it saw the black cat on Locke's shoulder, it immediately cowered, tucked its tail between its legs, spun around in place, and finally lay down on the ground, wagging its tail and looking up at Locke.

The young sheriff was slightly taken aback. "This is the first time I've seen Jerry like this. You're truly a special case."

Because he always used honorifics, Locke felt a little embarrassed to admit that he was actually younger than him.

An elderly gentleman, around sixty years old, heard the noise and opened the door.

"Instructor Dolby, this is Rockbemon, a senior sheriff in reserve. He needs your guidance in combat techniques."

The sheriff explained.

The old gentleman Anya Dolby sized up Locke and the cat on his shoulder, frowning slightly.

"This is another relative of some nobleman or minister who sent in here. I don't welcome them here."

"Here is a certificate personally signed by the Chief of the Sixth Police Division. Please be sure to take a look."

The sheriff handed the documents to Anya Dubi.

After reading it, Anya Dolby frowned.

"You're retired but you can't even rest. You can only practice here for 2 hours a day. Get out of here in three months."

Chapter 76, The Most Popular Person!

Both Anya Dolby and Rani have bad tempers, but the difference between them is that Rani is widowed, while Anya Dolby has always been a bachelor and only has a hunting dog for company in his old age.

Locke guessed that he must have had many experiences in his youth, which would explain why he was still alone.

On the first day, Anya Dubi didn't teach Locke any fighting techniques. He just had him do physical training, running, stances, squats, and jumping in place. This made Locke believe that Anya Dubi must be a traditional instructor, seemingly the same in any era.

"Do these actions for a month without slacking off. Even if you are a senior sheriff in reserve, I will not go easy on you."

Anya Dubi said seriously as he led the hunting dog into the room, loudly instructing as he closed the door.

"Don't step on my flowers, or you're fired."

"Okay, Instructor Dolby."

Locke was exercising in the garden, and although it was boring and painful, he received an unexpected surprise.

Each lap of running increases your physical coordination proficiency by 1. Holding a horse stance for 5 minutes increases your physical coordination proficiency by 1. Doing 10 squats increases your physical coordination proficiency by 1. Doing 10 jumps in place increases your physical coordination proficiency by 1.

Locke needs to run 20 laps around the garden, do 200 squats, 200 jumps in place, and do a horse stance for 1 hour.