Becoming a god by raising witches

"You must bow when facing the princess. Those below the rank of baron must kneel and bow, while those above the rank of baron must kiss her hand. Princess Frida is somewhat spoiled, so if you do not perform the proper etiquette, she may make things difficult for you."

"Okay, thank you, Boyd."

I never imagined finding a dog for the princess would be so troublesome. Couldn't we have let a regular sheriff handle this?

Locke's two-hour occult course today was completely taken up by social etiquette.

He even had the illusion that he would become a princess or prince, otherwise why would he bother learning such complicated knowledge?

The hand-kissing ceremony in Kosork differs from the hand-kissing ceremony in the West in Locke's previous life. The recipient of the hand-kissing ceremony is not limited to married women; unmarried girls, as long as they are of noble status, can also receive the hand-kissing ceremony.

The only place to kiss is the back of the fingers; above the wrist is off-limits when performing a greeting.

If you kiss her wrist, the woman will scream and accuse you of indecent assault. Of course, if you are her mistress, the situation is different; this would fall into the category of flirting.

The correct way to do this is for a man to approach a noble lady, first bow his head and stand at attention to greet her, then take her right hand with his right hand or both hands, and with his slightly closed lips, symbolically kiss the back of her fingers.

If the woman extends her hand downwards first, the man can gently lift her fingertips and kiss them.

However, if the woman does not extend her hand in greeting, then there will be no kiss.

When performing a hand-kissing ceremony, if the woman is of higher status, she should bend one knee into a half-kneeling position before shaking hands and kissing.

Locke felt he had grasped the essence of it, but when facing the princess, he only needed to kneel on one knee to perform a knightly salute, without needing to kiss her hand.

Moreover, as long as the princess's dog cannot be found, they will not meet the princess, thus saving all the formalities.

Thinking about this, Locke felt as if his time was being wasted on tedious rituals.

Locke received the 3701 file bag, which contained a portrait of a dog. It was a large golden retriever that looked 9% like Jerry. Locke even thought that it would be perfectly fine to have Jerry impersonate this dog.

Of course, dog owners are likely able to distinguish the subtle differences between them.

"Don't underestimate any task; they are all good training for you, young investigator."

Boyd said with a mournful face.

"Okay, I'll complete the mission diligently. Are there any merit rewards for missions like this?"

Locke asked.

Boyd nodded slightly. "Generally, an S-rank mission will earn you 100 merit points, an A-rank mission will earn you 30 points, a B-rank mission will earn you 10 points, and a borderline mission like this can barely be considered a C-rank mission, so you'll probably get 2 merit points."

"How are the year-end merits converted into Micks?"

Locke pressed for more information.

Boyd patiently explained, "Under normal circumstances, 1 merit is equal to 1 silver mick."

Locke's eyes lit up. That meant that if he helped the princess find the dog, he would get an extra 2 silver Micks. That was fantastic!

Although an investment plan has been made, the process from establishing a company to developing products to finally making a profit is a long one. Compared to a quick way to make money, it is certainly not something to be missed.

Princess Frida, I will definitely help you find Jerry, oh no, Suad.

"Alright, that's all for today's lesson. Mrs. Freya wants you to come to her office."

"Ok."

Locke nodded and said goodbye to Boyd, whose eyes were red and swollen. He wondered who had been so blind as to make him cry again so early in the morning.

Also, why did the director just say that it was difficult for Boyd to go to the Rose Theater to investigate, and even changed his mission?

Locke was puzzled by this and decided to ask Mrs. Freya, who was the most well-informed, in a little while.

Chapter 85, The Sharpshooter, Towards the Sharpshooter

Locke knocked on Mrs. Freya's office door, and her gentle voice came from inside.

"Come in, young man."

Locke pushed open the door and went in. Mrs. Freya pointed to the uniforms on the table and said with a smile,

"Robson has just picked up his uniform. This one is yours. Try it on and see if it fits. If it doesn't, I'll have to go back to the tailor to have it altered."

"Ok."

Locke took off his coat, picked up the purple investigator's uniform, and put it on.

The style of this uniform is almost identical to that of the sheriff's uniform, with only minor differences in details. The badge is half a leaf vein emblem of the church and half a lion emblem of the Tumen Kingdom's Sheriff's Court.

Locke's badge is neither gold, silver, nor brass, but aluminum. This is the standard equipment for trainee investigators. Once he becomes a full-fledged investigator, he will be able to have a brass badge and become a bronze-level investigator.

"Goddess, you're so handsome, Locke. If you walked out of the Sheriff's Court, countless girls would fall for you."

Mrs. Freya said dramatically, pulling Locke into the back of her office, “You have to see what you look like now.”

If Locke hadn't seen the full-length mirror in the inner room, he would have thought Mrs. Ferreria really wanted to do something to him.

Looking at the handsome young man in uniform in the full-length mirror, Locke nodded slightly. This face was already comparable to Leonardo DiCaprio in his youth.

My diet has improved significantly recently, and I've gained some weight in my face, so I don't look as thin anymore.

With the added allure of the C19 Witch's red crystal necklace, she certainly looked incredibly charming.

Of course, the uniform enhanced my appearance.

"Now I understand what uniform fetish is, Mr. Locke. Don't be like that playboy Sieg, flirting with women everywhere, or half the women in Kosork will fall for him."

Mrs. Freya made a joke in a serious tone.

Locke laughed and said, "Then I will be hunted down by more than half the men of the Kingdom of Tumen, because the ladies of Kosork are very popular throughout the country."

"Of course, excluding those promiscuous streetwalkers."

Mrs. Freya said in a good mood.

The two left the inner room and returned to the outer office area.

"Promise me you'll wear this outfit and never take it off. It's like it was made just for you."

Mrs. Freya said.

Mrs. Freya preferred Locke to the blond, blue-eyed young boy Robson because Locke would occasionally bribe her with desserts.

These days, Locke has figured out all the tastes of the important figures in the Bureau of Investigation.

Director Renis has a sweet tooth, especially for very sweet things.

Mrs. Freya has a sweet tooth, with a slightly sweet taste.

Old Rani prefers a salty and savory flavor, and boiled lamb and seafood rice are currently his two favorite dishes.

Boyd loved tea and would rather go without food than without tea.

Sieg loves spicy food, so a modified version of spicy chicken might suit him well.

Angela likes sweets, especially moderately sweet ones.

Dimo loves to drink, and you could say that his sense of taste has been numbed by alcohol, making him unable to appreciate any flavors. However, he resolutely refuses to eat animal offal.

Robson is a good boy who is not picky about food; he will eat whatever you feed him.

"Okay, I promise I'll always wear it, just like I would my first love."

Locke said with a smile.

"But I suggest you change out of your evening party clothes. You should choose a decent suit or tuxedo, because you might meet your soulmate."

Mrs. Freya sat back down at her desk.

"Isn't this an internal welcome party?"

Locke asked, puzzled, and pulled up a stool to sit next to Mrs. Freya.

Mrs. Freya looked at Locke,

"Oh, poor Locke, they didn't even tell you that the so-called welcome party was just a side event. This party is to celebrate Director Rhaenys's great success in York. We joined forces with Aytonburg to block the Northern Wolf Clan invasion and built the 100-meter-high Northern Watchtower. Aytonburg's strength in the field of construction has far surpassed ours. They have the best engineers, probably because they prefer to be closer to the sun."

Mrs. Freya was indeed a well-informed person who knew everything; Locke knew nothing about it.

Aidenburg is a neighboring country to the north of the Kingdom of Tumen. Both countries have long been harassed by the wolf tribe, a tribal people led by werewolves. They have not established a civilized nation, but have long harassed the borders.

The advantage of keeping them completely out is that border trade will be smoother, and of course, there will be no need to worry about wolf attacks during wartime.

The relationship between the Kingdom of Tumen and Aidenburg has always been fluctuating, with neither side willing to concede in the struggle for interests in the Cortar Snowfield. Although a 10-year ceasefire agreement was signed after the Kingdom War, they are still not exactly close allies.

Of course, now that we have another collaboration, our relationship will probably get even better.

Locke thought to himself.

Mrs. Freya said they would prefer to be closer to the sun because Edenburg belonged to the Church of Light, whose god was the sun god.

As a result, agriculture and animal husbandry in Eytenburg were very well developed. Even the grain from Baker Grain Mill was not as good as that from Eytenburg because Eytenburg had an advantage in terms of sunlight and temperature.

“Freya, you’re wrong about that. The construction of the Watchtower wasn’t mainly done by Aidenburg; it was all thanks to the alchemists of our Tumen Kingdom.”

Rebecca's voice rang out, and a wisp of white smoke drifted in.

When she saw Locke, she started to grimace again, but because Renis had said that she was not allowed to eat Locke until she had learned all of Locke's cooking skills, she could only look at him with longing.

"Rebecca, you're here. Please have a seat."

Mrs. Freya was very fond of this friend despite their age difference; the two were like best friends, a bond forged through gossip.

"Humph."