Becoming a god by raising witches

Locke reacted quickly, pulling Hannah back to avoid the attack of teeth and blood.

The homeless man covered his face, cursed in a foul language with a pained expression, and rushed forward again, wanting to compete with Locke.

If I beat him, I can not only take all of Locke's clothes, but also bully the lovely lady next to him and get through the winter.

At worst, you'd be covered in injuries and freeze to death on the street corner the next day.

The homeless man was a gambler, and he decided to take a gamble, knowing he had no future.

A blizzard is coming, and no homeless person on the street will survive until next spring.

Driven by a gambler's mentality, the homeless man launched another suicidal attack on Locke, transforming himself into a wild beast and using his sharp nails and teeth as weapons to tear at Locke's clothes.

Locke kicked the homeless man away, ignoring the foul stench emanating from him and the festering sores on his body. He rushed to the fallen homeless man, knelt down on one knee, and pressed down on his waist. With a crisp cracking sound, the homeless man let out a scream of excruciating pain and begged for mercy.

Locke then stood up and dusted himself off.

"get out."

Locke had no sympathy for homeless men who would attack women in the dead of night.

Furthermore, beating him is also a very torturous thing.

If he didn't want to expose his strange abilities to Hannah, he would have chosen to use his hair for ranged attacks.

Sigh, we agreed to be honest with each other, but now I'm revealing more and more secrets to Hannah.

Locke muttered to himself silently.

"Locke, are you alright?"

Hannah asked nervously. She hadn't even seen the homeless man's face clearly; she had only seen a dark figure rush out, which startled her.

"I'm fine. I've been training every day since I joined the magistrates' court."

Locke raised his fist to show that it was strong.

Hannah breathed a sigh of relief, but the thought that the lost black cat and the homeless people in the alleyways would most likely freeze to death on the streets weighed heavily on her mind.

Locke activated his [Acuity of Hearing] to listen to all sounds within a 100-meter radius in order to find Eileen.

"You damn bitch, you actually let that fat sheep go! Do you have a death wish?"

"Please, let him go, he's a good person."

"Fine, then I'll sell you to the cheapest Rose Theater. You'll regret it."

"Even if I fall into the dirtiest hell, I will not betray him."

"Let go of that lady."

Deep in the alley, a new scam is unfolding, and people are still falling for it.

Those who stay up late at night are mostly drunkards from taverns. Poor drunkards, they'll be stripped of all their belongings and clothes and thrown into alleys. If it weren't for Locke and Hannah, he wouldn't have made it through the night.

Locke produced his temporary sheriff's badge and shooed away the group of con artists.

The gentleman, dressed in a woolen coat, wearing a top silk hat, carrying a silver cane and a briefcase, and clearly still having drunk some alcohol, thanked Locke and Hannah with a flushed face.

"Thank you so much. I was almost stripped naked just now. Those despicable liars took advantage of my sympathy."

"It's okay, you must not be a resident of the West District."

Locke said.

The middle-aged gentleman removed his top hat, gave a slight bow to the two men, and handed them his business card.

"I'm actually a journalist, here to do some interviews and investigations. This is my business card. You can call me John. Beautiful lady and young gentleman, I'll definitely invite you to dinner next time."

"reporter?"

Hannah heard that he was a colleague, took the business card and looked at it. It turned out to be a reporter from the Tumen Times.

Locke noticed the envy in her eyes.

"Go back quickly and ignore the people in this alley."

Locke reminded him.

Johns bid farewell to the two men, hailed a late-night carriage, and left.

Locke continued to listen to the sounds around him, his brows gradually furrowing.

Logically, Eileen should have been able to hear Hannah calling out to her so loudly.

He couldn't hear Eileen's voice at all.

Where did she go?

At this moment, I really envy Angela. If it were her, she could get cockroaches all over the streets and alleys to help her search, which would be many times more efficient.

The siblings searched for two hours, walking all over the Pete neighborhood, but couldn't find any trace of Eileen.

Hannah began to comfort Locke.

“Locke, perhaps Xiao Ai has been adopted by a kind person. There is no cat abuse in this area, so don’t worry.”

"Ah."

Locke frowned, wondering what had happened to Eileen.

Otherwise, given her personality, she would have gone back to sleep on the sofa long ago. Even if she goes out all day, she will come back at night.

"Hannah, let's go back. You have to get up early tomorrow."

At Locke's urging, the siblings returned to the apartment.

Hannah went back to her room to sleep.

Locke lay on the sofa, watching the blizzard raging outside the window, and thought of something terrible.

Eileen may have encountered some troublesome situation and is trapped.

A blizzard certainly won't hold her back, but if she gets caught up in a high-level, bizarre battle, that would be troublesome.

After hearing Hannah's breathing as she slept, Locke got up from the sofa again, put on his thick coat, and went out to continue his search.

As a dedicated pet owner, I cannot tolerate losing my cat.

While searching for his cat, Locke suddenly pictured the face of the arrogant princess Frida.

Oh no, will her dog freeze to death in this blizzard too?

That would be awkward; Jerry would have to help out then.

Locke did not want to kneel at the princess's feet; he had no such fetish.

Braving the wind and snow, Locke walked for half an hour and arrived at the end of Pete Street again.

He saw a lone black cat in the wind and snow, slowly walking towards him.

The black cat had some obvious wounds.

Locke rushed over anxiously and picked up the black cat.

"Xiao Ai, you're injured."

"Why are you here?"

After asking the question, Eileen collapsed into Locke's arms, closed her eyes, and fainted.

Unfortunately, Locke hadn't learned the healing ritual yet, and he doubted that the goddess of life would favor the witch who had already worshipped an evil god, so he could only take her home to recuperate and ask her again when her condition improved.

Fortunately, she was found and brought back.

Locke placed the black cat inside his coat, to the warmest spot on his chest, and strode towards Old Tom's apartment.

Once home, I immediately lit a charcoal fire.

Eileen was curled up asleep on the sofa; her wound was healing little by little and required no treatment at all.

Locke breathed a sigh of relief after witnessing all of this and fell asleep beside her.

By the next morning, the snow had turned the entire city of Kosork white.

Locke woke up to find himself still lying on the ground.

Erin, the black cat, doesn't like to share the sofa with others, not even her human.

But Locke had an extra blanket, and the brazier was moved next to him so that he wouldn't catch a cold from sleeping on the floor.

After confirming that it wasn't Hannah who put it there, a smile crept onto his lips.

It seems that Eileen has learned to care for her master, which is a good improvement.

"You need to explain to me what happened."

Locke said.

"Sig found you a nice house. I'm planning to go check it out first. I passed a coffee shop, and a delicious aroma was wafting from it. I thought it would be nice to have a cup of coffee there."

Eileen said slowly.

Locke had already imagined that the foodie Eileen would succumb to the temptation of coffee and desserts and walk into that dangerous coffee shop.

"Galken Coffee Shop?"

Eileen nodded slowly. "Yes, that should be the name."