Becoming a god by raising witches

Rebecca snorted and sat down next to Freya, tilting her little bottom to squeeze past Locke.

Locke was already used to this demon; although it had always coveted his body, it didn't have much ability to do so.

"So the 100-meter-high watchtower was actually built with the help of the Alchemy Cult?"

Freya asked in surprise.

Rebecca nodded slightly. "Yes, Her Majesty the Queen now attaches great importance to the Alchemy Cult, believing that the future of the kingdom depends on it. The Cult of Life is in a real bind."

"No matter how much the Alchemy Cult tries to please Her Majesty the Queen, it cannot shake the Cult of Life's position in the kingdom."

Freya gripped the leaf pendant around her neck and said solemnly that she was a devout follower of the Life Cult, and that half of the Bureau of Paranormal Investigations' salary came from the Life Cult.

Theoretically speaking, the Bureau of Investigation is an external force of the Cult of Life, and it is necessary to clearly choose sides.

"Locke, we girls are having a chat, why are you still here? Go buy your tuxedo, you must dress appropriately and elegantly for the party, don't underestimate it, the princes and nobles and the church leaders will all be attending, it will be the first real high society banquet you will participate in."

After reminding Locke, Mrs. Freya hurriedly sent him away, as if she and Rebecca were going to continue discussing state secrets and were afraid Locke would overhear.

Locke finally understood why Boyd had suddenly made him learn etiquette, but he didn't mention the specific nature of the party, whether he forgot or deliberately didn't know.

"Okay, one last question, why can't Boyd go to the Rose Theater for his mission?"

Locke asked Mrs. Freya.

Mrs. Freya laughed and said, "You're such a slowpoke. Haven't you noticed that Boyd has gynophobia? Apart from little girls like Angela and Rebecca, he gets allergic and uncomfortable when adult women are near him, haha. So he absolutely can't go to places like the Rose Theatre where there are a lot of women."

"what?"

Locke was indeed very surprised. He never expected that Boyd, who always looked at photo books, would actually be afraid of women in real life. So, did he look at photo books to increase his liking for women and overcome his fear of women?

Locke had even wondered if Boyd had some kind of entanglement with the actresses at the Rose Theatre, which led to the awkward situation, but it turned out to be this kind of thing.

There has been a misunderstanding about Boyd.

Locke said goodbye to Freya and left her office. As he walked to the door, he could still hear two women whispering inside.

"Oh, my goddess, Locke is so handsome. I wish I were 10 years younger."

"Don't even think about it. Being 20 years younger won't help. He's mine."

"Rebecca, you don't mean to eat him, do you? Locke is a very nice person, and his cooking is delicious."

"Freya, don't mention food to me! If you do, I'll explode! I'll blow this place up!"

"Alright, alright, don't get excited. Did Rhaenys bring back good news from the North?"

"She didn't find my broken soul. I suspect she didn't even try. I'm doomed. I'll be trapped here and die."

"Don't worry, Renis is a woman of her word, she won't break her promise."

[Acuity of hearing +1]

After Locke left the magistrate's court with his black cat Eileen, he went to Sophie's clothing store and picked out a tuxedo.

Sophie praised Locke's taste again and provided him with a top hat and white gloves free of charge. As for the silver cane, he would have to buy it himself from the shop next door.

Locke reluctantly abandoned all the gentleman's accessories.

A tailcoat, a top hat, white gloves, and a pocket watch.

Instead of buying an expensive silver cane, he chose an umbrella. Umbrellas were just as popular with gentlemen as canes, and umbrellas were even more useful than canes, serving both as a walking stick and a rain shield.

Locke felt he had made the right choice.

As I left the umbrella shop, it started to rain just in time.

Locke, in a good mood, opened his umbrella and planned to go to the Fifth Sheriff's Court's shooting range to practice shooting before going to train with Instructor Anya Dolby.

"I advise you not to go to the ball. Make up an excuse."

Eileen suddenly said.

"why?"

Locke asked, puzzled.

"Aren't you worried that the cardinals of the Church of Life will see through your deception? You worship some unspeakable evil god."

Eileen reminded her.

Locke wasn't worried about this, because he had been to the Cathedral of Life for purification, and since he could even enter the Cathedral of Life without the goddess saying anything to him, the cardinal probably wouldn't say anything to him either.

Moreover, when did I ever believe in an evil god?

I believe in myself.

"But Director Renis has already asked me to go, so it wouldn't be right for me not to go. Don't worry, I'll pretend to be invisible the whole time and won't participate in the conversations with those important people."

Locke said, "And I'm also very curious, since the investigators all signed confidentiality agreements, why was a celebration banquet held for the resistance against the werewolves in the North, and not all of the attendees were weirdos?"

"You idiot human, the official reason for the party is to celebrate the Kingdom of Tumen and Aidenburg jointly building the tallest building and achieving a groundbreaking cooperation. How could those people possibly know the truth?"

Eileen said calmly.

"Xiao Ai, how did you know?"

Locke asked in confusion, feeling that Eileen, this witch, seemed to know a lot. Could it be because she had lived for a very long time?

Is she the legendary ageless witch?

It's such a shame I couldn't finish watching "The Witch Apocalypse," otherwise I would have known what kind of witch Irene was.

As Locke's thoughts raced, he heard Eileen's indifferent reply.

"Don't ask me such ignorant questions. I'm not responsible for enlightening people."

"Oh, then forget about the manor."

"I'm in a good mood today. Do you have any other questions?"

Eileen's attitude changed quickly, though her tone remained cold.

But she has a heart that enjoys life.

"Would you like to come to the party with me?"

"No, I have absolutely no interest in those kinds of banquets."

Eileen raised her head proudly.

Locke arrived at the shooting range under the Fifth Sheriff's Office and met the old administrator, Clans, again.

Clans is still serving Locke today, and he always felt that Locke was just lucky with the last 10 bullets.

However, Locke fired 100 bullets this time, and almost every bullet hit the bullseye. Because of the continuous shooting in the same spot, the force was too great, causing the target to be pierced through.

Clans changed Locke's targets more than ten times today and was exhausted.

After firing 100 rounds, Locke wanted more bullets, but this was strongly opposed by Clans.

“I’m sorry, Mr. Locke, our shooting range has a rule that we can only fire a maximum of 100 rounds at a time. We really can’t fire any more than that. I was scolded for making an exception for you last time.”

"Okay, thank you for your hard work, Clancy."

Locke didn't make things difficult for Clans and left the shooting range with the black cat.

As Clans watched Locke's departing figure, he recalled Locke's earlier words once again.

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

Has he really become a sharpshooter?

If someone with less talent than me has become a sharpshooter, then if I work hard, how amazing a super sharpshooter would I become?

Clans narrowed his eyes, beginning to look forward to his future, the spotlight on him, with even the Queen personally awarding him the gold medal for best shooter.

Thinking of this, Clans's cheeks flushed with excitement, as if he had drunk a whole bottle of rum.

He couldn't wait to practice shooting, but when he picked up the gun, his whole body trembled.

He's too old; it's too late for him to dream now.

"Damn it, why didn't I realize this sooner?"

Chapter 86, High Society Party

After Locke returned home from training, he told Hannah about the party.

"Hannah, do you want to come with me?"

"Me? Can I?"

Hannah asked in surprise.

"Of course I can. I've already asked my colleagues, and they said it's polite to bring a female companion to such a formal dinner, and I don't have many female friends."

Locke said with a smile.

"No, no, I'm your older sister, not your peer. Why don't you go find Miss Rococo?"

Hannah was organizing her lesson plans while dealing with her younger brother.

"I dont go."

Eileen knew that the Miss Rococo that Hannah was talking about was not Locke himself, but her.