Becoming a God by Raising a Witch

Sieg comforted Locke.

"It's okay, I should be able to hold on for half an hour."

Locke just finished speaking when he found that his eyelids were fighting. He didn't know why he was so sleepy. Could this be the effect of the curse?

He patted his face, hoping to cheer up.

"Let's chat, Locke."

Sieg said seriously.

Locke nodded, "The carriage fee can be reimbursed, you lied to me, right?"

"Ah this..."

Sieg scratched the back of his head guiltily, "Well, it really can't be reimbursed. It was okay in the first two years, but because some damn investigators teamed up with a large number of coachmen to present fake receipts and report false accounts, half of the finance office was emptied, resulting in the cancellation of this welfare policy."

Locke's forehead was sweating, and he continued to ask, "The clothes are damaged, and they can't be reimbursed, right?"

"It really can't be reimbursed. It was okay in the first two years, but because some damn investigators always wore expensive dresses to perform tasks, half of the finance office was emptied, resulting in the cancellation of this welfare policy."

Locke sweated again, is there no new reason?

These two things have emptied the finance office. Are your salaries starting to be in arrears?

"Don't worry, we are not in arrears. Half of our salaries are paid by the Sheriff's Court and the other half comes from the church."

Sieg seemed to see Locke's doubts, so he explained.

Locke rubbed his eyebrows, still feeling very tired.

"Locke, let me tell you something very interesting. Our director wrote a very strange requirement in the terms of recruitment, requiring the three generations of ancestors to have a clean family background."

Sieg said with a smile.

Locke was slightly stunned.

Could it be that everything that happened in the dream was true? Or is the information revealed in the dream true!

Seeing Locke's serious expression, Sieg felt a little boring. That's right, this kind of joke is only funny to the people in the Bureau of Disorders, and outsiders can't feel involved.

He shrugged and began to tell his love history.

"I have had 15 ex-fiancées. They are all beautiful and very gentle to me, but their only shortcoming is that they want eternal love. Where is eternal love in this world? Love is like flowers, it will always wither..."

"Locke, what's your expression? Have you never been in love before?"

"It doesn't matter. When you become my colleague, I will take you to see the paradise that truly belongs to men."

"It's not the Rose Theater or the Rose Theater. I will take you to the dance party of the upper class. Only those ladies know the real joy."

"Don't sleep, I haven't finished yet."

With the help of the enthusiastic Sieg, Locke finally survived the half-hour drive.

The two arrived at the Sixth Security Court.

The lobby of the Sixth Security Court was still deserted. On the bench waiting in the lobby, sat a blond boy wearing a black custom suit, a top hat, holding a silver cane, with fair skin and clear eyes.

The boy was about 1.5 meters tall, with delicate features, fair skin and clear blue eyes.

He sat quietly in the waiting chair, looking at the time on his pocket watch from time to time.

When he saw someone finally show up, he showed a joyful expression.

Locke called out the boy's name in surprise.

"Robson Collins?"

Robson stood up, walked over, and bowed slightly to Locke,

"Hello, I am Robson Collins, a newcomer transferred from Yorkshire, and this is my letter of introduction."

"..."

He thought Locke was an investigator, so he knew his personal information in advance.

Sieg looked at the boy suspiciously, then he reluctantly took the letter of introduction and frowned and said,

"You are late."

"I'm sorry, senior, this is my first time in Kosork, I'm not familiar with many roads, and I took the wrong bus."

Robson said embarrassedly.

Sieg did not read the letter of recommendation, but planned to take Locke upstairs.

"Senior."

Robson followed behind.

Sieg waved his hand, "Wait in the lobby first, we'll come back to you after we're done."

"..."

Robson felt like he was being left out, but since he was new here, he could only follow the arrangement and didn't rush to follow the two.

Sieg snapped his fingers, and a white dove flew in from nowhere.

The dove stared at Locke for a few seconds, flapped its wings, and flew away.

"Follow it, it's the only one who knows where the director is."

Sieg and Locke followed together.

Following the dove all the way, they arrived at the door of Office 302.

Locke looked at the familiar "Director's Office" sign on the door of the office, and felt like he was repeating a dream world.

He pinched his thigh hard, afraid that he would still be in that nightmare. The next second, his eyes were wet with pain.

Dong, Dong——

Sieg knocked on the door.

"Come in."

A magnetic female voice sounded.

The door of the office was slowly opened, and Sieg walked in with Locke.

In front of the desk sat a beautiful woman with long black hair. Her face was not as three-dimensional as that of a Westerner, but more like that of an Oriental.

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

She wore a purple windbreaker open on her shoulders, a black high-slit dress underneath, and a long pipe in her hand.

A white dove landed on her shoulder.

[Ding! Witch information detected: Renis Hill]

[Successful feeding can randomly obtain a superpower of the witch]

[Detected that the host has delicious candies]

[Feeding success rate 99.99%]

Locke was stunned.

Rhaenys Hill is a witch!

The director of the Sixth Occult Investigation Bureau is a witch!

And she’s also a witch who likes to eat sweets!

This is completely different from dreams, why?

Could it be because the dream world doesn't know that I have a system! So most of the information in the dream was true, but my system was ignored.

If there was no system, one would not notice the director's true identity when he saw her.

Locke feels that this is most likely the truth.

"Director, this is Locke Belmont. He came to the bureau today to apply for a job as a chef. I took him with me as a newcomer to perform an A-level mission. We were attacked by a witch. He performed very well and even saved me. Only But he was accidentally cursed by a witch. I hope you can remove the curse for my sake and recruit him to become the chef of the Strange Bureau."

Sigurd introduced Locke to Director Rhaenys, as if to reassure the Director, he added,

"He's a wildly gifted weirdo, I don't sense anything demonic in him and I think he could join us."

"Locke, show the director your special skills, Rapunzel!"

Sigurd patted Locke on the shoulder, and Locke was stunned.

Do chefs also want to show off their talents?

No, what the hell is Rapunzel? Do you also read Grimm’s Fairy Tales?

Locke twitched his lips in embarrassment, but did not lengthen his hair. He always felt that the nickname "Rapunzel Locke" was more shameful than "Locke who beats children" and "Locke who chases witches".

He didn't want his colleagues to call him "Rapunzel Locke" in the future, so he would die on the spot without the need for a curse.

"Okay, Sigurd, get out."

Rhaenys thought Sigurd was noisy and kicked him out.

Sigurd gave Locke a thumbs up, seeming to encourage him to come on.

"Sit down, don't be so nervous, let me feel the curse in you."

Rhaenys said in a soft voice.

Locke sat on the chair opposite her.

Rhaenys stretched out her slender white hand and put it on Locke's wrist. Locke instantly felt a slight chill spreading down his wrist to his arms and even his whole body. There was a fireplace in the room, but he felt no warmth at all.

"You're so lucky, this curse will kill you if it lasts more than 24 hours."

Locke's expression did not improve. Through Rhaenys's clear eyes, he saw that there was still only a 24-hour life bar above his head.

Sure enough, Rhaenys' next words were,

"But you are also unfortunate, because I am just a clone of the main body. My real body is in Yorkshire. It takes 48 hours to come back from Yorkshire, and it must be the fastest steam train. I can only help you to keep you awake. You need to go to Father Barnes at the Cathedral of Life and ask him to help you.”

Rhaenys took the purple gem ring off her finger and handed it to Locke.

"This is called the Ring of Awake. The person who wears this ring can stay awake at any time. It is numbered C111. If you don't feel cold all over your body after wearing it, and you are about to freeze to death, it proves that the common frequency value between you and him exceeds 6. 6 can be used.”

Locke put the purple gemstone ring on his hand, but he felt that the air was colder, and he did not feel a chill in his body, not even the cold feeling when Rhaenys touched him.

"I felt like the windows needed to be closed, but other than that, I didn't feel anything else."

Locke said honestly.

Rhaenys nodded slightly, "Go, don't tell him, I asked you to find him. My relationship with him is not very good. If he refuses to help you, just grab his illegitimate daughter and plug it." Erwei threatened him and asked Sigurd for help if he couldn't handle it. "

Locke was very surprised, not only because of the way the witch acted, but also because she lent him a strange object with such trust. He had not yet joined the Abnormality Bureau.

"Don't look like you haven't seen the world. Now is the time when the Irregularity Bureau is short of manpower. Talents like you are very popular."

"Thank you, Director. I'll go first."

Saving his life was important, and Locke didn't want to talk about treatment. In short, he had already discussed the issue of treatment in his dream.

Just before leaving the office, Locke turned back and placed two candies on Rhaenys' desk.

"In addition to cooking, I also like to make candies. I hope the director will like it."

After he finished speaking, he walked out of the office without looking back.

He believed that Director Rhaenys, who had a somewhat aloof appearance, would most likely not eat candy in front of her subordinates.

Moreover, he has more important things to do now.

Rhaenys saw that Locke had left her office and knocked on her pipe. A plump maid made of smoke came out of the pipe.

"What a strange newcomer. How could he bribe the director with candy? Am I someone who can be bribed so easily?"

The girl picked up the candy on the table, opened the candy wrapper, and fed it into Rhaenys's little cherry mouth.

The sweet and sour taste filled her mouth, like orange juice oozing out, and Rhaenys's eyes lit up.

She likes eating sweets very much, and even her clone has inherited this habit.

Especially since this was candy she had never eaten before.

She originally wanted to keep Locke as an investigator, but now she has changed her mind.

At the same time, Locke, who walked to the lobby on the first floor, received a new system prompt.