Becoming a God by Raising a Witch

With a banging sound, the bullets all hit the 10th ring.

This is accurate shooting, hitting the target within 200 meters!

Locke felt that he was only a short distance away from being a sharpshooter.

Crans fell into the easy chair and looked at Locke in disbelief.

"how did you do it?"

"Practice every day, the sharpshooter relies on 0.01% talent and 99.99% sweat."

Locke patted Klans on the shoulder, thanked Klans for the bullets, and left the shooting range with a satisfied smile.

Clance stared at Locke's back in a daze, repeating Locke's words,

"A sharpshooter relies on 0.01% talent and 99.99% sweat."

Locke continues to train at the home of instructor Anya Dubey.

Anya Dubi was watering the flowers in the garden. When he saw Locke, he said without raising his head,

"There are cookies baked in the house. You can eat them before exercising to replenish the body with necessary sugar."

Locke was slightly startled. This was the first time in these days that Mr. Anya Duby had let him into his house.

He had been exercising in the garden before, and was barked by the old dog Jerry from time to time.

"Then I won't be polite."

Locke did not refuse the old man's kindness. Accepting others is a good way to get closer to each other.

Locke has always respected his teachers.

Walking into Anya Dubey's house, there is a stack of cookies, a glass of milk and a sandwich on the dining table on the first floor.

Obviously these are prepared for Locke.

He picked up the milk and took a sip, then picked up the biscuits on the table and put them in his mouth.

Crisp and delicious, these are traditional Kosolk baked cookies.

It tasted much better than Mrs. Nasreen's baked cookies in Old Tom's apartment.

This is enough to prove that the old man has been single for many years before he can bake cookies so delicious.

Locke was suddenly curious, why is the old man still alone and has no other relatives?

After eating, Anya Duby did not let Locke train directly, but unexpectedly chatted with him.

"Look, these hyacinths are growing so well, but it's a pity that they won't bloom until January at the earliest. I really hope the goddess will let them bloom soon."

Anya Dubey said.

"Why?"

Locke looked at Anya Dube curiously. The old gentleman's face had traces of many years, and there were some scars among the folds, which were not easily noticeable without looking carefully.

"I just want to see them bloom a few more times."

Anya Dubey put down the watering kettle.

Locke used [Life Detection] to look at Anya Doby's lifespan.

He only has half a year to live, even shorter than Jerry.

Birth, old age, illness and death are human nature, especially in this era. Not many people can live to the age of Anya Duby.

Locke just felt a little sad for him, but couldn't do anything.

Anya Dube looked at Locke,

"Let's train. Go home immediately after training. Don't even think about having dinner at my place."

Locke felt that the old man's attitude was as fast as flipping through a book, but he did not complain and hurriedly exercised.

After upgrading [Body Coordination] to [Balance Envoy], Locke found that neither running, squatting, nor jumping on the spot could improve his proficiency.

The exercise was half as interesting, which made him somewhat uninterested, but he still finished it patiently.

After saying goodbye to instructor Anya Doby and his dog Jerry, Locke returned to the Abnormal Bureau, made a dinner to reward Boyd, and then hurriedly got on the carriage home.

Passing Sophie's clothing store on the way, Locke waved to her and greeted her.

"Sophie, good afternoon."

"Oh, Locke, it's already night. Look, the street lights are all on. Be careful of thieves on your way home, especially in the West End."

"Okay, I'll keep an eye on it."

After a simple conversation, the vehicle had already left Sophie's shop.

She has now been promoted to a young female store manager, which is a reasonable thing.

Locke returned to Pat's neighborhood and bought the latest evening paper from the newsstand as usual.

Seeing today's headlines, his mood became better and better. He took the newspaper and walked into Old Tom's apartment.

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Chapter 80, Lloyd’s sentencing

The case of Lloyd, editor-in-chief of the Kosolk Evening News, finally made the front page. He was sentenced for hurting Wei Na and many female colleagues. Not only did he lose his position as editor, but he also implicated his uncle Bill Harper. Also be investigated.

Locke always felt that this matter went too smoothly. When he investigated this case, he had not yet joined the Sixth Magistrate Court.

Could it be that Lloyd himself offended some other big shot? Is it so easy to fall off the horse?

Why do you feel that witches are involved in the cases of Laszlo Alchemy Factory and Lloyd?

Since I am still a trainee investigator, I have been busy running between the kitchen and the training ground recently and have not officially participated in the case investigation yet, so I don't know if the Alien Bureau has taken over Lloyd's case.

I always find it incredible that a witch like Shelia would choose a man like Lloyd as her lover.

What do you see in him? Fat belly or rosacea?

When it comes to money, there are many richer people in the East District than Lloyd. Shelia can definitely seduce a richer and more prestigious man into bed, but why is it Lloyd?

Also, why did she throw C12 into Laszlo Alchemy Factory? Even if she didn't throw it away and someone else picked it up and brought it over, it would be too much of a coincidence.

Could she have played a role in this?

Although Shelia is dead, these mysteries have not yet been solved.

Locke took the newspaper and walked up the stairs.

At this time, he needed to take out the lavender hydrosol he got from the Abnormality Bureau to save his nose.

If he hadn't been smelling the lavender hydrosol, he would have fainted from the smell of the apartment's public bathroom.

Needing to move as soon as possible, Locke reaffirmed the idea.

Locke walked up to the third floor and opened the door. The unpleasant smell finally dissipated.

Although the apartment that Locke and Hannah lived in was very simple, they were both very hygienic people, and Erin had a slight mysophobia, so the house was kept spotless and had a light fragrance.

This is Hannah's homemade aromatherapy using dried rose flowers. She actually has a lot of talent in this area, but she just doesn't want to develop it.

Hannah was sitting on the sofa at this time, reading the front page headlines of Tumen Times with great interest.

When she heard that Locke was back, she stood up excitedly,

"Locke, this bastard Lloyd finally got the punishment he deserves! Thinking about Wei Na, I think Lloyd's sentence of only 20 years is really cheap for him. His bastard uncle is going to be finished too."

"Aren't you just under investigation? How could it be over?"

Locke asked confused.

"Look, in the latest Tumen Times, the editor's signature is vacant. I have a hunch that he must have done something crazier than Lloyd to be removed. They are really a pair of uncles and nephews with bad conduct."

Hannah said very firmly.

"So that's it."

Locke touched his chin. He had always thought that it was Lloyd who had implicate his uncle Bill Haber. Now that he thought about it, it was also possible that Bill Haber had implicate Lloyd.

In short, these two people are most likely the same.

But Lloyd doesn't have to worry anymore. He probably has three weeks left to live, thanks to his old dog Jerry.

"I'm going to look up Bill Harper and see what stories he's covered. I always feel like there must be some secret."

Hannah excitedly walked into the room and rummaged through the old newspapers in the cabinet.

Whenever this kind of news comes up, she gets very excited.

The black cat Erin was sitting on the sofa, flipping through an old diet magazine out of boredom.

She did not go out with Locke today. According to her, today was another day that was not suitable for going out.

But Locke did not encounter any danger or misfortune. He had a smooth life today.

"Hannah, don't you want to know how much I get paid?"

Locke walked into Hannah's bedroom. Hannah was squatting and flipping through old newspapers. She turned back and looked at Locke.

"Yes, I actually forgot about this. I received a salary of 5 copper meters today. I'll treat you to go out to eat today. Cooking every day is very hard."

Hannah picked up a stack of Tumen Times newspapers, stood up, and walked to Locke, "But it won't take long for me to finish reading these. I can do twenty lines at a glance."

"Hannah, it's better if I invite you out to eat. I gave you 2 silver coins today."

Locke only told the chef's salary, and he planned to keep the investigator's salary to buy materials.

After getting in touch with occultism, I discovered that these medicinal herbs and mysterious materials are very expensive, and ordinary families have no conditions to access them.

As for the wild weirdos, most of them live a very poor life, because in order to make themselves stronger, they need to buy various materials and perform various rituals.

Of course, there are exceptions. Most of these exceptions use their abilities to harm ordinary people and let them provide them with wealth. This has constituted a crime. The Irregularity Bureau will also accept such cases and will never tolerate such wild and weird people who commit crimes. .

"That's great, Locke, but as a sister, I should treat you to dinner. You must save your money."

Hannah hugged the old newspaper and sat on the sofa.

"Actually, so what if we find them. The affairs of these big shots have nothing to do with us."

Hannah said this, but she did not stop flipping through the newspaper. She would take a look at any report signed by Bill Haber.

Locke guessed that she was probably still worried about Bill Harbor plagiarizing her work, which is why she cared so much about it.

"Why do you have to eat out? Isn't Locke's food delicious? I don't want to eat out."

Erin protested, but Hannah couldn't hear it.

"I'm very tired today. I made Boyd dinner tonight and I really want to relax."

Locke said.

Hannah thought her brother was talking to her, so she nodded, "Thank you, Locke, what do you want to eat tonight?"

Locke looked at Erin.

"Don't look at me, I have no interest in the restaurants on this street."

Erin said without interest.

"Hannah decides."

Locke looked at his sister Hannah.

Hannah absentmindedly mentioned a restaurant and continued looking for old news.

Locke thought he was inferior to his sister Hannah in terms of news acumen. He looked at these old news and didn't think it had anything to do with Bill Haber being removed from his position as editor-in-chief.

Locke took out "Basics of Occultism" and "Dragon Language Dictionary" and did not waste any time studying.

The two siblings were busy with their own business, and about an hour passed.

Hannah excitedly handed an old newspaper to Locke,

"Look, this is it. The treacherous Desi Reina made the miserable West District workers Bjorn Tahan and his family desperate and committed suicide. This must be the news!"

"You mean Desi Reina took revenge on him?"

Chapter 81, 100% Environmentally Friendly Girl