Becoming a god by raising witches

Sieg put his arm around Locke's shoulder and led him into the manor's banquet hall.

The entire hall floor is made of colored marble, and the dazzling crystal chandeliers reflect a golden glow.

The wall is covered with a complete mural depicting nobles hunting.

The hall was already filled with people, each holding a wine glass, exchanging elegant conversations or whispering warmly.

Accompanied by the upbeat music, each pair of dancers on the dance floor displayed their unique style.

The ladies, dressed in long silk gowns and adorned with exquisite jewelry, moved like fairies amidst the lights.

The men, dressed in tailcoats, suits, or robes, appeared particularly majestic and dignified.

The air was filled with the faint fragrance of flowers and the sounds of laughter from the crowd.

Elegantly dressed waiters moved slowly among the guests to the accompaniment of melodious music, carrying trays of the most popular fruit wines of the moment.

“What a lively scene, Locke. Look, that’s Mrs. Malvina, the wife of Baron Bean Sanber. The Baron is 60 years old, and she’s just 18. I must do something for the Baron.”

Sieg whispered in Locke's ear, "Of course, if you also like Mrs. Malvina, I'll give her to you. I have plenty of options. I'll be spending a romantic, sleepless night here tonight."

Although Sieg was Robson's partner, he preferred to talk to Locke, especially after hearing Mrs. Freya say that Locke liked witches. He felt that Locke was a kindred spirit.

Following Sieg's gaze, Locke saw a young woman in the crowd wearing a gorgeous long dress. She had thick curly hair, and her features seemed not yet fully developed, possessing both the innocence of a young girl and the figure of a mature woman.

Beside Lady Malvina stood a doll-like girl with long golden hair like waves of wheat and emerald-like eyes that sparkled.

It's Lucy Baker.

I never expected that she would also attend this party.

This was an unexpected surprise for Locke, who was planning to find an investor to become the company's third-largest shareholder.

Lucy's dad would be a good choice.

Of course, if Lucy could come up with 4500 gold coins or even more on her own, then there would be no need to ask Mr. Baker.

"Let's go, let's go together."

Locke said to Sieg.

The investigators were slightly taken aback, all thinking that Locke had really been bewitched by Sieg and wanted to seduce Baroness Malvina. The young woman didn't seem to have anything special about her, except for her youth and voluptuousness.

Oh no, she will have everything after the old baron dies.

Angela's eyes revealed a look of disdain.

I never imagined I had misjudged Locke.

Handsome men are indeed unreliable.

It's even less likely that someone can make desserts absolutely delicious.

"Haha, I've always felt we're kindred spirits. Let's go, my brother."

Sieg, beaming with pride, led Locke into the crowd.

The other investigators each had their own direction.

Boyd chose to hide in a corner and silently observe the women on the dance floor; in a sense, his behavior was somewhat perverse.

Angela was tempted by the delicious food, while Dimo ​​was tempted by the fine wine.

Robson, the handsome young man, was already surrounded by ladies. Kosork is a very open society, where ladies can not only freely socialize in social settings, but also take the initiative to chat with gentlemen. In particular, those noblewomen who are married to older men of noble status enjoy such occasions very much. They often chat for less than two hours and then take the initiative to invite the men they like to their rooms for red wine.

Young men like Robson, who appear shy and reserved and have never been with a woman, are their favorites.

With her ears and cheeks turning red, Robson, who felt like she was about to burst into flames, wondered if she would develop gynophobia like Boyd.

It wasn't until Angela intervened and came to his rescue that the boy was freed from those voluptuous attacks.

The boy was finally able to breathe fresh air, and his face gradually returned to its normal color. He was very grateful to Angela.

"Thank you, thank you, Angela."

"Don't mention it. You're the newcomer, and I'm the senior. It's my duty to take care of you."

The petite and adorable Angela said seriously that she was someone who desperately wanted to be the eldest sister, but unfortunately her height didn't allow it.

With Robson, she found a long-lost sense of accomplishment.

If Robson were willing to follow her and become her underling, she would brag about it to Dimo ​​for two or three months.

Although she already had many insect followers, it was not enough for her.

After all, those insects won't clap their hands in praise or follow her around saying nice things.

'Angela, you're amazing!'

Locke and Sieg had arrived at the side of Lady Malvina and Lucy, who were accompanied by two or three noblewomen, all of whom were of average appearance but had very good skin.

The tight corset could push an A cup size up to a B cup, and the slender waist, full bust, and the skirt that flared out like a cake or lantern fully showcased the graceful figure of women. This is the characteristic of Rococo gowns.

Despite it being winter, the warm fireplace in the manor made people feel as if they were in summer, and they didn't feel cold at all. The ladies didn't even need shawls.

If these women were dressed like that on Pater Street in the West End, they would have frozen to death on the street.

"Hi, beautiful ladies, would you mind if we joined us?"

Sieg smiled and took two glasses of fruit wine from a waiter's tray, handing one to Locke.

Mrs. Malvina glanced at Sieg, her gaze finally settling on Locke, a blush creeping onto her face.

She had never seen a man as handsome as Locke. Although the men beside him looked good, she still preferred the fair-skinned, handsome young man.

In contrast, only women around thirty years old can truly appreciate Sieg's charm.

"Little Bruce, you won't miss a single dance."

Miss Judith, Mrs. Malvina's companion, said with a smile that she liked men like Sieg who wouldn't cling to her after the passion and demand a formal commitment from her.

Although Miss Judith was of average appearance, she inherited her father's title of Baron and had a large number of suitors. At the age of 20, she was still unmarried and enjoyed moving among various men. She was a free-spirited and unconventional woman.

"Miss Judith, it's been a long time."

Sieg greeted them politely, their eyes meeting in a suggestive exchange, clearly indicating that something wonderful had happened between them.

"Miss Lucy, it's been a long time."

Almost simultaneously, Locke said this to Lucy.

Locke and Lucy were both stunned for a moment, and then the people in the small circle showed expressions of "I see".

Lucy blushed slightly and immediately waved her hands, trying to explain to her friends.

“My relationship with Mr. Locke is not what you think. Mr. Locke has helped me.”

"Yes, Mr. Sieg also helped me when I was at my loneliest."

Judith said boldly, a teasing smile still on her face as she spoke to Lucy.

It's unbelievable that Miss Lucy, who is always conservative and even wears a large, elaborate shirt to cover the front of her dress and is unwilling to expose a single inch of skin, would actually have a secret rendezvous with someone.

And this person is clearly not her fiancé.

"Ladies, you've misunderstood. This is the third time I've met Miss Lucy."

Locke also offered an explanation to protect Lucy's reputation.

"Has this happened three times already? Can I have it this time?"

Judith said with a smile.

Baroness Malvina and Lucy blushed.

Judith's open demeanor surprised Locke slightly. How could he have met the nightclub queen at such a party?

"Don't mind her, Judith just likes to joke around."

Mrs. Malvina said.

She believed that her best friend Lucy was not the kind of person who acted casually, and at the same time, she had enough affection for Locke.

After a brief self-introduction, Sieg and Locke officially integrated into their little circle.

In terms of communicating with women, Locke was no match for the playboy Sieg, who quickly made them laugh with dry jokes and developed ambiguous relationships with Judith and Mrs. Malvina respectively.

When Sieg kissed Madame Malvina's hand, he deliberately kissed her wrist, which is not advisable according to etiquette textbooks, but Madame Malvina did not refuse, her cheeks flushed slightly and her lips curved into a smile.

Locke guessed that the two of them would soon be going to the back garden of the manor or some lounge to have sex.

I can't help but sigh once again at the decadent lifestyle of high society.

For men and women from ordinary social classes, they must have dated for at least 3 months, been engaged for more than 1 year, and the man must give the woman a sufficient dowry, while the woman must prepare a sufficient bridal gift, in order to reach this stage.

“Miss Lucy, I have a great project, if you'd like to invest…”

Before Locke could finish speaking, Lucy nodded and said, "I do."

The people in the small circle were slightly taken aback.

"If I didn't know Lucy's personality, I would even suspect that you were proposing."

Mrs. Malvina said this.

Judith looked at Lucy suspiciously, "Locke hasn't even said anything yet, and you're already willing, and you still say you're not in that kind of relationship."

"That's because you don't understand Locke's abilities. He has a great talent for business, and I believe that any project he sets his sights on will be successful. Locke, how much money do you want?"