Becoming a God by Raising a Witch

"I'm sorry, senior. It's my first time in Kosolk. I'm not familiar with many roads and I took the wrong bus."

The blond boy said sheepishly.

Sigur recalled that the director told himself that a new person would be coming today. He was handsome and had strong business ability, so he asked him to receive him well.

His eyes wandered between the blond boy Robson and Locke, feeling that he had picked the wrong person and it was entirely the director's fault.

At least it should be stated whether the other person has blond hair or black hair?

Sigur felt that his position as the most handsome boy in the Sixth Security Court was probably about to be lost to Xian. Today's young people all have such good basic conditions.

After reading the recommendation letter, Sigurd raised his head and asked seriously,

"Robson, can you cook? Are you interested in becoming a chef?"

"ah?"

Robson looked confused.

Sigurd smiled and said, "I'm just kidding, newcomer, come with me and I'll take you to go through the onboarding process."

"And me?"

Locke pointed at himself. The most important thing was that the work was not implemented, and he lost 35 meters and a whole morning of time. In addition, he revealed that he owned a weird object.

If you don't get this job, it will be a loss! ! !

"You will be interviewed by the director himself."

Sigurd snapped his fingers, and a white dove flew out of nowhere.

The white dove stared at Locke twice, flapped its wings, and flew away.

"Follow it. Only it knows where the director is."

Sigurd reminded.

In order to be reimbursed 35 meters, Locke immediately followed the white pigeon that flew away.

The white dove flew down the hall into the corridor, and then flew to the second floor.

Locke also followed up to the second floor until he came to Office 302.

There is a sign saying "Director's Office" on the door of the office.

Locke looked at the sign suspiciously. It was so obvious. Why did Sigurd say that only pigeons knew where the director was?

Boom, boom——

Locke slightly bent his fingers and knocked on the door.

"Please come in."

A magnetic female voice sounded.

Locke gently opened the office door and walked in with anxiety.

Sitting in front of the desk was a beautiful woman with long black hair. Her face was not as three-dimensional as a Westerner's, but closer to an Eastern face.

She has fair skin, soft facial features, and a pair of amber eyes that are deep and charming.

The purple trench coat was draped open on her shoulders, and she wore a long black dress with high slits underneath, holding a long pipe in her hand.

A white dove landed on her shoulder.

"I heard from Sigurd that you are very capable."

Rhaenys Hill, the black-haired female director, looked at Locke with a half-smile.

"Locke Belmont, please sit down."

Locke sat on the soft leather mahogany square chair opposite Rhaenys.

"Do you want to be a cook or an investigator?"

Rhaenys asked.

"I want to hear how both are treated."

Although Sickert had mentioned the weekly salary of the cooks and investigators, Locke still wanted to know more detailed information from the director of the Sixth Sheriff Court.

"The cook is open all year round, and his weekly salary is 2 gold grams. The strange objects he obtains must be turned in. Subsidies will be given according to the situation. For the three strange objects you have, you can apply for 100 gold grams."

100 golden grams? Are you kidding me? On the black market, a witch's necklace is worth 300 gold grams!

Sure enough, the more beautiful a woman is, the better she is at lying.

Director Rhaenys Hill, who clearly noticed the change in Locke's expression, continued,

"Investigators have four days off a month, which can be adjusted. They are paid 5 silver meters per week. They can earn meritorious service when performing tasks. The meritorious service can be exchanged for strange objects or meters. They will also receive the official establishment of the Sheriff's Court and the church. As a half-clergyman, you don’t need to hand over the weird objects you have on your body, you just need to report them, except for special weird objects.”

Chapter 58, Lies

Locke compared the treatment of cooks and investigators, and it was obvious that investigators were better.

"What do investigators need to do?"

Rhaenys shook her pipe and said with a smile,

"Deal with weird incidents and protect the royal family and important people attending special occasions."

"What specific weird incidents are there?"

Locke asked.

"Some catastrophic events caused by strange objects, including things caused or participated by demons, witches, shadows, ghosts, zombies or other monsters. I can ask Sigur to tell you the details after you join."

Rhaenys held her chin with one hand and stared at Locke's neck and said,

"This is the weird thing C19, these two fools Angela and Dimo ​​are really fooled by you."

Locke didn't know if all these people had clairvoyance. Forget it about the witch Shelia, this necklace was hers. It was normal for her to sense it. The black-haired woman in front of her could also see it.

He had obviously hidden the necklace deeply, and the scarf was wrapped tightly, so it was impossible to tell that he was wearing the necklace.

Locke's brows furrowed slightly, and he was already considering whether to escape by jumping out of the window or taking the door.

"Don't be nervous, this weird thing doesn't belong to the Abnormality Bureau originally. Since you have got it and haven't been discovered by Angela and Dimo ​​yet, it proves that you are qualified to own it. You can choose to join the Abnormality Bureau. Own it outright, or make an offer and sell it to us.”

"500 golden grams."

Locke said without hesitation.

Rhaenys smiled, "50 gold mick, we are an official department, not a black market."

Damn it, you are so dark!

Locke complained and decided to keep these strange objects himself, which were more valuable.

If he really had no money, he could sell them on the black market.

Sell them to the authorities? You must be kidding. Even dogs wouldn't sell them!

"Isn't it dangerous to do this?"

Locke asked.

"The average mortality rate of the Abnormal Investigation Bureau is 20%, but our branch is an exception. Our mortality rate is only 5%, which is much lower than other branches. You can rest assured about this. When we encounter cases like the advent of evil gods, we will directly push them to the church and let the church send senior officials to solve them. We will never work hard when we can be lazy. This is the key core of our department's performance, which is always at the bottom of the list, even though it is located in the capital."

Renis said calmly, as if this kind of thing was normal. She was not ashamed, but proud of it.

Locke was first shocked by the 20% mortality rate, and then was surprised that the black-haired director directly reduced it from 20% to 5%, and finally was completely convinced by the director's solution.

Well, I need a leader like you.

Locke already had the idea of ​​joining. Although he just wanted to interview for a cook position in the regular security court at first, there were three things that attracted him to the Abnormal Investigation Bureau.

First, the attribute of [Witch Affinity] always made him inexplicably involved in witch incidents. This time he encountered Shelia, which seemed to be implicated by Sieg Bruce, but in fact it was most likely affected by [Witch Affinity], just like when he went to investigate Lloyd's mistress, he encountered a witch. Locke was too familiar with this routine. If there was no Sieg, and no help from Irene, he would probably have been dead. So joining the Abnormal Investigation Bureau can improve his sense of security.

Second, the Abnormal Investigation Bureau has checked "his" dreams through the Dream Heart. His biggest secret should be kept, and the suspicion that he killed the 20 people in the alchemy factory has been ruled out. Now joining the Abnormal Investigation Bureau, he will not worry about being arrested or leaking secrets. This can be seen from the attitude of the black-haired director in recruiting himself.

Third, the Bureau of Abnormal Investigation has the endorsement of the church and the Sheriff Court, and has mastered a lot of strange objects and mystical knowledge. Compared to being a wild superpower, it is definitely better to join the Bureau of Abnormal Investigation, conduct systematic learning and strengthening, and grow faster. If Locke wants to become stronger, he can't just rely on Irene, a witch lady, he needs more channels.

"Now it's my turn to ask some questions."

Renis's deep eyes looked at Locke's eyes, as if she wanted to see through his soul through the window of his heart.

It's a routine operation for the interviewer to be asked questions by the applicant.

Locke felt back on track and sat upright.

"Where do all the strange objects on your body come from?"

"This story is a long story..."

Lies are endless, but the soul is precious, you can stay and continue to observe.

Renis looked at the young man who was talking and came to this conclusion,

"The story is exciting."

Locke swallowed his saliva, hesitated for a few seconds, and finally asked,

"Can I also get merit for this mission?"

"Of course."

Renis nodded slightly.

"Can my clothes... and car fare be reimbursed?"

Locke looked at Renis expectantly.

Rhenis knocked on the table with her pipe, "No, you can go and register for employment, the probation period is 3 months."

A 3-meter-tall burly man made entirely of smoke floated out of the pipe, and the man pushed Locke out.

With a bang, the door was closed.

When Locke turned around and wanted to fight for reimbursement, he found that the sign of the director's office 302 had disappeared, and the room in front of him was hung with the house number 322.

Locke knocked on the door hesitantly, and it was the blue-haired loli Angela who opened the door.

"Welcome, Mr. Chef."

Loli Angela, with a head of blue wavy hair falling to the ground, delicate features, and a petite figure, smiled, and there were more than a dozen blue-black swallowtail butterflies on her hair.

She was still wearing a purple windbreaker uniform, but it was completely different from the female sheriff who was of medium height, plain appearance, and no recognition that Locke had seen before.

Overlapping with the image of the girl holding the pocket watch in the dream.

"Who are you?"

Locke asked deliberately.

"Hello, I'm Angela."

Angela reached out and shook hands with Locke.

Locke held her small hand, and suddenly felt that the flyer was most likely put by her in Old Tom's apartment.

"Angela, hello, I'm a new investigator, and I'm going to go to the office to apply for employment."

"Investigator?"

A trace of doubt appeared on Angela's pretty face.

After a moment, she held Locke's hand tightly, using twelve points of strength, almost crippling Locke's hand.

"Damn, you are indeed a believer of a certain witch, playing tricks on me and Di Mo, tell me, what is your purpose in sneaking into the Abnormal Investigation Bureau?"

"It hurts, it hurts, Miss Angela, please let go."

Locke tried to retract his left hand, which was swollen due to Angela's excessive enthusiasm, and became red and painful.

"Hmph, I'll go tell the director now that you are hindering our investigation and should be arrested and tortured."

Angela walked away angrily.

Locke was not worried, because the black-haired director had just mentioned Angela and Di Mo, proving that she already knew about this and didn't care.

At this time, Di Mo also walked out of the room.

The middle-aged uncle Di Mo, with blond hair and blue eyes, deep facial features, a face full of stubble, slightly flushed cheeks, and a half-bottle of wine in his hand, called his partner Angela,

"Angela, the director must have known about this a long time ago, otherwise he wouldn't have allowed you to place flyers in his apartment. Come back and say hello to your new colleagues."