Becoming a god by raising witches

She had no desire to attend such a banquet; it would be incredibly awkward if she ran into an old acquaintance.

"Alright, then I'll just have to face it alone."

Locke sighed and put his top hat on.

Hannah walked up to him and straightened his bow tie.

"Look, how could such a handsome young man not have a female companion? I believe you will win the favor of many girls at this ball, but you are not allowed to stay out overnight."

"Of course, I also have my lovely cat waiting for me at home, and we'll share the warm sofa together."

Locke said with a smile.

Sweat beaded on Hannah's forehead. She glanced silently at the haughty black cat, then at her handsome younger brother.

"When chatting with girls, never reveal your secret conversations with your cat."

Locke waved goodbye to his sister Hannah and the black cat Irene.

It's so inconvenient not having a telephone these days. He only spent a few dozen mice to go back to Old Tom's apartment so as not to worry Hannah.

If there were a telephone, it would be a completely different story.

Locke looked forward to the arrival of the electric age and the rapid advancement of the Industrial Revolution into the Electrical Revolution.

I don't know if I could become the second Roselle if I joined the Alchemy Church, but it's highly unlikely. After all, that's just a novel, while this is reality.

He wasn't a true academic star either; he only got a C in his vocational school graduation exams and was considered by his teachers to be the student with the least practical talent. These details are enough to show that...

Locke returned to the Bureau of Exorcism, dressed in a tailcoat, wearing a silk top hat, and carrying a cane-shaped umbrella.

Sieg, Boyd, Robson, and others were all dressed in proper tailcoats, a departure from their usual lazy demeanor. Even the drunkard Dimo ​​had changed into a suit, but his stubble still made him look like a disheveled old man.

Angela wore a Rococo-style long dress, which was very popular at the time. The petticoat supported the layers of the dress like a big lantern. She held a small parasol in her hand. Her originally slender waist was cinched even tighter by the tummy cincher, and her long blue hair was curled even more exquisitely.

She reached out and took Dimo's arm, smiling as she spoke.

"How about it?"

"Very beautiful, believe me, Angela, you will be the most beautiful little princess at the party."

"Dimo, please don't say that at the banquet, or the real princess will laugh at me."

Angela raised her little face, a smug smile on her face.

She clearly enjoys being praised, but she tries to act like she doesn't care.

“Angela is indeed very beautiful, and she is a good match for Robson next to me.”

Sieg said with a smile.

Robson immediately blushed. "Senior Sieg, please don't make such a ladylike joke."

"Robson, you need to get some practice. Luckily, you'll have your chance soon. We can go to the Rose Theatre tomorrow."

Sieg patted Robson on the shoulder and said.

Robson's face turned even redder. "We're going on a mission, Angela."

"No need to explain to me, Robson."

Angela turned to Locke and asked, "Where is your companion?"

"As you can see, I don't have many female friends, especially those I can attend dinner parties with."

Locke shrugged helplessly.

"Oh, I see. It's a pity I can't let poor Dimo ​​face such a complicated situation alone, otherwise he wouldn't be able to handle it."

Angela said calmly.

Dimo nodded, agreeing wholeheartedly.

"Sig, you can't possibly be without a female companion, can you?"

Angela asked.

"Why bring a female companion? It will affect my ability to make new friends. There will definitely be single ladies or lonely wives at the party. They will need gentlemen like me and Locke. Robson, you also need to learn and get rid of your shyness. You don't want to become like Boyd, do you? Don't develop into him, or you will be destined to be alone for the rest of your life."

Sieg placed his hand on Robson's shoulder. The small Robson looked innocent and pitiful in stark contrast to the tall and imposing Sieg.

Boyd gave Sieg a dejected look and said lightly,

"I'll go to the casino with you next time."

"Boyd, I believe you will get better. What you lack is a skilled psychologist. This little problem is really nothing. In the future, you will definitely be able to marry three wives and have four children."

Sieg immediately changed his tune and gave Boyd a thumbs up.

Boyd, still wearing a mournful expression, slightly raised his hat and nodded to Sieg, indicating that he was somewhat satisfied with his blessing.

"Please don't confuse Locke with you; he doesn't have his father's fiancée to seduce."

Angela joked.

Why do I feel like you insulted both Sieg and me?

Miss Angela, are you being polite?

Locke grumbled to himself, straightened his top hat, and went to the party with his colleagues.

Locke was initially wondering if everyone would use various strange objects to get to the Golden Rose Manor, but the investigators surprisingly all chose to travel by carriage, which surprised Locke a little.

The party was held at the Golden Rose Manor, which often hosts semi-official cocktail parties, balls, and banquets.

The Golden Rose Estate is owned by the newly noble Doron family and is open to the royal family and government free of charge.

When Locke and his colleagues arrived at the manor gate, many luxurious carriages were already parked there.

Sieg pointed to one of the ornately decorated six-horse carriages and raised an eyebrow at Locke.

"Lucky Locke, Princess Frida is here today too. You should meet your employer beforehand. She is a great beauty, but her only flaw is that she is too arrogant and spoiled."

"Thanks for reminding me, I will try to stay away from her."

Locke wanted to attend the party quietly and didn't want to attract anyone's attention.

He is not the kind of person who likes to show off; he knows the importance of keeping a low profile.

Especially when facing many important figures.

Furthermore, attracting the attention of an arrogant and spoiled princess is no fun; she might actually make you her dog.

"Don't worry so much, with your charm, you'll definitely be able to win her over."

Sieg said with a smile.

"And then replace Princess Frida's beloved dog, Suad?"

Angela said.

Everyone except the person involved laughed inappropriately.

As the investigators were joking and laughing with each other, a golden carriage drawn by eight horses slowly drove up, and everyone who saw the carriage bowed their heads in respect.

Chapter 87, The Queen's Coronation

This golden carriage is called "The Queen's Crown." It was a birthday gift from the King to Queen Katerina when she was 13 years old, and it was also the official way in which she was declared the heir to the kingdom.

It is said that the carriage was started when the Queen was born and took 13 years to complete. It is the second carriage made for royal use in 300 years. The carriage is 18 feet long (about 5 meters), pulled by 8 horses, weighs 3 tons, and integrates more than 100 parts that reflect the history of the Kingdom of Tumen.

The wooden crown on the carriage was made from the warship "Goddess," and the wooden pieces used to make the panels came from the beams of the Church of Saint-Biroll, which was destroyed during the Kingdom War.

The carriage's lamps were made of the finest crystal, and the intricate patterns on its body were painted by renowned artists.

The carriage door handles are from the Western Continent and are inlaid with 13 diamonds and 120 sapphires.

The entire carriage was magnificent and dazzling wherever it went.

Every horse pulling the cart was a Yorkshire Snow Deer.

These snow deer horses are pure white, 3 inches taller than normal horses, and possess reindeer-like antlers. They are twice as fast and strong as ordinary horses and are unique to this kingdom.

Because of their scarcity, only the royal family of the Tumen Kingdom could possess snow deer horses.

Locke was surprised to find that even the Queen herself had come to the banquet.

When the crowd sees the carriage, they will make way for it from a distance and stand on both sides without the need for guards to disperse them.

The people attending the banquet were all prominent figures, and they naturally knew proper etiquette.

This made Locke vaguely realize that something was wrong.

If even the Queen attends the banquet, then the investigators from the Bureau of Paranormal Investigations can only act as bodyguards at most. How could they be qualified to bring their female companions in?

Sure enough, the carriage slowly drove by, showing no intention of stopping.

In other words, there is another very important banquet tonight that the Queen needs to attend in person; she just happened to be passing by here.

And at this party, the person of the highest status was probably that princess.

Through the carriage curtains, Locke caught a glimpse of a familiar profile.

But it was only a fleeting moment, and Locke wasn't sure if he had seen it clearly.

"Come on, Locke, stop spacing out."