Becoming a god by raising witches

With a series of bangs, all the bullets hit the bullseye.

That's shooting precision—hitting the bullseye within 200 meters!

Locke felt he was only a short distance away from becoming a sharpshooter.

Clans slumped into his armchair, staring at Locke in disbelief.

"how did you do it?"

"A sharpshooter relies on 0.01% talent and 99.99% hard work through daily practice."

Locke patted Clans on the shoulder, thanked him for the bullets, and left the shooting range with a satisfied smile.

Clans stared blankly at Locke's retreating figure, repeating Locke's words to himself.

"A sharpshooter relies on 0.01% talent and 99.99% perspiration."

Locke continued training at Instructor Anya Dolby's house.

Anya Dubi was watering the flowers in the garden when she saw Locke. Without looking up, she said...

"There are baked cookies in the room. You can eat them before exercising to replenish the sugar your body needs."

Locke was slightly taken aback. This was the first time in days that Mr. Anya Dolby had allowed him into his house.

He used to stay in the park to exercise, and the old dog Jerry would bark at him from time to time.

"Then I won't be polite."

Locke did not refuse the old man's kindness; accepting others was a good way to bring people closer together.

Locke always respected his teachers.

Stepping into Anya Dolby's house, you'll find a stack of cookies, a glass of milk, and a sandwich on the dining table on the first floor.

These are clearly all prepared for Locke.

He picked up the milk, took a sip, then picked up the biscuits on the table and put them in his mouth.

Crispy and delicious, these are traditional Kosork biscuits.

These taste much better than Mrs. Naslin's baked cookies at Old Tom's apartment.

This is enough to prove that the old man had been single for many years, which is why he could bake cookies so deliciously.

Locke suddenly became very curious: why was the old man still alone? Didn't he have any other relatives?

After finishing their meal, Anya Dubi didn't have Locke start training immediately, but instead unexpectedly started chatting with him.

"Look how well these hyacinths are growing. It's a pity they won't bloom until January at the earliest. I really hope the goddess will make them bloom sooner."

Anya Dolby said.

"why?"

Locke looked at Anya Dolby with curiosity. The old gentleman's face bore the marks of many years, with some scars mixed in with the wrinkles, which were not easily noticed unless you looked closely.

"I just want to see them bloom a few more times."

Anya Dolby puts down the watering can.

Locke used [Life Sight] to check Anya Dolby's lifespan.

He only has six months to live, even less than Jerry.

Birth, aging, illness, and death are the natural course of life, especially in this era, there are actually not many people who can live to the age of Anya Dolby.

Locke felt a pang of sadness for him, but there was nothing he could do.

Anya Dolby glanced at Locke,

"Go train, and when you're done, head home. Don't even think about staying here for dinner."

Locke felt that the old man's temper could change as quickly as turning the pages of a book, but he didn't complain about it and quickly started exercising.

After upgrading [Physical Coordination] to [Balance Master], Locke discovered that he could no longer improve his proficiency in running, squatting, or jumping in place.

The exercise was half as fun as before, which made him a little less interested, but he still patiently finished it.

After saying goodbye to Instructor Anya Dolby and his dog Jerry, Locke returned to the Bureau of Investigation, cooked dinner to reward Boyd, and then hurriedly boarded the carriage to go home.

Along the way, they passed Sophie's clothing store, and Locke waved to her in greeting.

"Sophie, good afternoon."

"Oh, Locke, it's already evening. Look, the streetlights are on. Be careful of thieves on your way home, especially in the West End."

"Okay, I'll keep an eye on it."

After a brief conversation, the vehicle had already driven away from Sophie's shop.

It's only natural that she's now been promoted to a young female store manager.

Locke returned to Pete Street and, as usual, bought the latest evening paper from the newsstand.

Seeing the news on Toutiao made him even happier. He took the newspaper and went into Old Tom's apartment.

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Chapter 80, Lloyd's Sentencing

The case of Lloyd, editor-in-chief of the Kossorke Evening Post, finally made the front page. He was sentenced for harming Werner and many female colleagues, losing not only his position as editor-in-chief but also implicating his uncle, Bill Harper, who was also placed under investigation.

Locke felt that things had gone too smoothly; he hadn't joined the Sixth Sheriff's Court when he investigated the case.

Could it be that Lloyd offended some other important figure that led to his easy downfall?

Why does it feel like witches are involved in both the Laszlo Alchemy Factory and Lloyd's cases?

Since I'm still an intern investigator, I've been busy running between the kitchen and the training ground lately and haven't officially started participating in case investigations yet, so I don't know if the Bureau of Investigation has taken over Lloyd's case.

I always find it very unbelievable that a witch like Sheria would choose a man like Lloyd as her lover.

What exactly did she see in him? His fat belly or his rosacea?

When it comes to money, there are plenty of people in the East End who are richer than Lloyd. Sheryl could easily seduce a richer and more powerful man into bed, so why Lloyd?

Furthermore, why would she throw C12 into the Laszlo Alchemy Plant? Even if she didn't throw it away and someone else found it and brought it there, it's still too much of a coincidence.

Could she have played some role in this?

Although Sheria is dead, these mysteries remain unsolved.

Locke took the newspaper and went up the stairs.

At times like these, he needs to take out the lavender hydrosol he retrieved from the Bureau of Paranormal Investigations to save his nose.

If he hadn't been constantly smelling the lavender hydrosol, he probably would have fainted from the stench of the apartment's communal restrooms.

Locke reaffirmed his belief that they needed to move as soon as possible.

Locke went up to the third floor, opened the door, and the unpleasant smell finally dissipated.

Although Locke and Hannah lived in a very simple apartment, they were both very clean people, and Eileen had a slight obsession with cleanliness, so the apartment was spotless and had a faint fragrance.

This is a scented diffuser that Hannah made herself using dried rose petals. She actually has a lot of talent in this area, but she just doesn't want to develop it.

Hannah was sitting on the sofa, engrossed in reading the front page headline of the Tumen Times.

Hearing that Locke had returned, she excitedly stood up.

“Locke, Lloyd, that bastard, finally got what he deserved! Thinking about Weina, I think it’s too lenient for Lloyd to only get 20 years. His bastard uncle is finished too.”

"Wasn't it just an investigation? How could it be the end of him?"

Locke asked, puzzled.

"Look, the latest Tumen Times, the editor-in-chief's name is vacant. I have a feeling he must have done something even more heinous than Lloyd to be removed from the list. What a pair of despicable uncle and nephew."

Hannah said with great certainty.

"So that's it."

Locke stroked his chin. He had always thought that Lloyd had implicated his uncle Bill Harper, but now he thought it was also possible that Bill Harper had implicated Lloyd.

In short, these two people are most likely birds of a feather.

Lloyd doesn't need to worry about that anymore; he probably has three more weeks to live, thanks to his old dog Jerry.

“I’m going to look into Bill Harper and see what news he’s reported. I have a feeling there’s some secret going on.”

Hannah excitedly went into the room and started rummaging through the old newspapers in the cupboard.

Whenever this kind of news comes up, she gets very excited.

Black cat Eileen sat on the sofa, listlessly flipping through an old food magazine.

She didn't go out with Locke today; according to her, today was another day not to go out.

But Locke did not encounter any danger or misfortune; his day went very smoothly.

"Hannah, don't you want to know how much salary I got?"

Locke entered Hannah's bedroom. Hannah was crouching down, flipping through old newspapers. She turned and looked at Locke.

"Oh right, I completely forgot about that. I received my 5 copper coins salary today. Let me treat you to a meal out today. Cooking every day is hard work."