Becoming a god by raising witches

Blue butterflies fluttered around her, making her look even more like a princess from a fairy tale.

The father and daughter also did not have bank accounts and lived paycheck to paycheck.

"Locke, here is your salary. Count it and see if there are any problems."

Locke received his weekly wage of 5.04 silver coins, exactly as he had expected, and decided to use the 40 coins for his return trip.

Today when I get back, I can take Hannah and Eileen to go shopping at a clothing store; they need new dresses too.

Oh no, forget about Eileen. What does a cat need to wear a dress? It's mainly her older sister Hannah.

After everyone had received their salaries, Mrs. Freya kicked them out of the office; she still had some expense reports to process.

“Sig, I want to move. Do you know which area in Wells has cheaper rent?”

Locke told Sieg about his upcoming move.

"Of course, you've come to the right person. My uncle has some vacant properties. I'll take a look for you later. By the way, what are your requirements?"

Sieg asked.

Locke stated Eileen's request, and Sieg nodded slightly. "Indeed, you are a gentleman of good taste."

"I think Locke is a germaphobe."

Angela said.

Locke did not argue about this. His nose was now very sensitive, and he would try to stay away from the drunkard Dimo ​​and get closer to Sig, who was always surrounded by the scent of various women's perfumes.

Angela smelled wonderful, a sweet honey scent.

This is probably the effect of her strange object.

"Are you taking Boyd's test this afternoon?"

Sieg put his hand on Locke's shoulder.

Locke nodded. "Yes, is there anything I should be aware of?"

"Well, the only thing we need to be careful about is not making him cry."

Sieg laughed and said, "He's a notorious crybaby."

"Don't say that about Boyd. He's just a bit sentimental. He never cries when I'm with him."

Angela spoke up for Boyd; she liked Boyd, and Boyd always complimented her on how pretty her dress was.

Dimo didn't like Boyd; he hated his gloomy face.

In the afternoon, Locke left the kitchen and went to the library.

Boyd was already waiting inside.

The test was originally scheduled for the weekend, but Boyd happened to be out on the weekend, so it was postponed to Monday.

As for why the library was chosen, it's probably because even if something is damaged during a fight there, Miss Ghost will restore it to its original state.

In fact, Boyd preferred to spend most of his time in the library because crying in other places would kill ordinary people.

"You came."

Boyd, holding a photo album in his hands, said without looking up.

On the table in front of him sat a rabbit with an injured ear, and a basket containing laurel, mint, cedar and other materials.

“Yes, Boyd, I’m ready.”

Locke said.

Boyd placed the photo album on the table, stood up, and walked over to Locke.

"The test is divided into two parts: ceremony and actual combat."

Locke breathed a sigh of relief; thankfully, the dragon language grammar wasn't tested.

The book "Fundamentals of Mysticism" contains many rituals, but Locke only learned the most basic prayer rituals.

"This rabbit's left ear was injured by a naughty child. Now I need you to pray to the goddess to heal its wound. The materials can be selected from here."

Boyd pointed to the basket on the table as he spoke.

Locke nodded, took out four-leaf clovers, allspice, and Madonna lilies from the basket, which are considered healing herbs, put them in a silver cup, and added hydrosol.

Then he took out three candles from the basket and placed them in front of the cup.

He placed the rabbit in front of him.

Draw a circle on the ground with green dust, surrounding the silver cup, candle, and rabbit within it.

These dust particles are made from the leaves of the Tree of Life and have a faint, pleasant fragrance.

Having made these preparations, Locke took out a green leaf and began to pray in the language of dragons.

"The Great Mother of All Beings,"

Mother Earth

The Creator of Life

The creators of chaos and order

I beg you to have pity on this poor rabbit and let its ears be healed.

Thank you for your kindness.

I admire your generosity.

Locke practiced this prayer many times, so he didn't stumble, although some of his pronunciations were still not quite standard.

After Locke finished praying, the three candles were lit one after another.

In the faint green light, a healing power descended upon the rabbit.

But the rabbit's ear wound did not heal; it just became a little more energetic.

It worked, but not completely.

Generally speaking, when a candle is lit, it means that the goddess has responded to the believer.

However, she did not bestow enough power to heal the rabbit, proving that the goddess believed the believer was not devout enough.

Or rather, it responded, but not completely.

Chapter 79, Both Incompetent and Playful

Boyd patted Locke on the shoulder.

"Don't be discouraged. It's already excellent for your first time. Your pronunciation of the words 'earth,' 'chaos,' and 'order' is still a bit off. Go back and practice more."

"Well, I will."

Locke nodded and put away all the ritual materials.

"Next, we'll have a real-world test. You need to attack me with all your might, without holding back at all."

Boyd said.

The two arrived at a relatively open area, and Locke once again brandished his weapon, his black hair growing longer.

After a week of practice with Shadow, he was able to control his hair with ease. Combining this with the techniques used by Sadako in horror stories, he mastered the skills of binding, wrapping, piercing, blocking, pulling, slapping, and wrapping with hair.

The long hair rushed towards Boyd, turning into sharp spikes, trying to attack him.

A ring of blue mist enveloped Boyd, making him appear as if he were inside a semi-transparent water bubble, thus shielding him from the attack of his hair.

At the same time, Boyd bent his finger and flicked out a small droplet of water.

The water droplet arrived beside Locke in an instant, and Locke had no time to react before being hit by the water droplet.

The water droplet wasn't very powerful, but it hit Locke squarely on the forehead, instantly deciding the outcome of the battle.

Sure enough, I still have a long way to go before I can become a real investigator.

The difference was very obvious; Boyd's speed was several times that of him.

Locke was not discouraged or disappointed; instead, he looked forward to becoming stronger.

"Boyd, I lost."

"Hmm, you didn't use your full strength, did you?"

Boyd asked.

Locke scratched his head. "If we're going to take the power of the strange creatures into account, then yes, it doesn't."

"Of course it counts. I'll give you another chance."

Boyd beckoned to Locke with his finger.

Locke nodded and took out the Shadow Candle.

The Shadow Candles were lit, and shadowy figures flew out of them, surrounding and attacking Boyd.

Boyd threw out a water balloon bomb, blasting the shadows away, and sending the bookshelves and books in the library flying everywhere.

The shadow let out a scream.