Becoming a God by Raising a Witch

Sigurd almost blurted out.

Rhaenys and Locke both looked at him, and he scratched his hair in embarrassment, "Can't even see him in his dreams?"

You just want to meet? Maybe you want to commit a crime?

Locke cursed.

The corners of Rhaenys's mouth raised slightly, showing an expression that was half a smile,

"You can try."

Sigur felt a chill on the back of his neck, and he immediately shook his head, saying that he would never do that.

"Okay, it's getting late. You go back and get the report out at home. You can take a day off tomorrow. I want to see the report when I go to work the day after tomorrow.

"As for Sigur's reward, it will be given to you the day after tomorrow."

Rhaenys waved her hand, indicating that the two could leave.

"Thank you, Director."

Sigurd and Locke exited Rhaenys' office.

They heard a rumbling sound coming from the ground...

Chapter 112, Locke is really bad

Rumble——

The entire Sixth Magistrate's Court building trembled slightly, and a dull sound came from the ground.

Locke looked at Sigurd nervously, "It's the dungeon!"

"Don't worry, the director is here, nothing will happen."

Sigurd stretched himself and walked out of the security court with peace of mind.

Locke took three steps and turned back, always feeling a little uneasy.

Until he saw the shadow of the building below him opening up like a giant net, then shrinking in an instant, and the sound from the ground suddenly stopped.

Locke let out a deep breath.

Discovering that Rhaenys is indeed powerful.

Her strength is both reassuring and unsettling.

Because she is a witch hiding in the Alien Bureau.

Locke didn't know whether the church's higher-ups knew her true identity, nor did he know her true purpose of staying in the Abnormality Bureau. The only thing that was certain at the moment was that she seemed to have no ill intentions towards him.

In this case, he should keep a low profile and pretend not to know anything like other investigators.

Of course, we still have to conduct in-depth research on the witch in private and cannot let down our guard.

Whether it is Eileen or Rhaenys, they must figure out what type of witch they are.

"Locke, I want to ask you something."

Sigurd suddenly grabbed Locke's hand, his eyes full of expectation, and said in a pleading tone,

"Can you do me a small favor?"

"One report 1 silver meter."

Locke raised his eyebrows.

"Damn it, I actually have a spiritual connection with a man! And this man wants to blackmail me."

Sigurd let go of Locke's hand.

"This is a good deal. I can promise not to reveal the passionate scene between you and Mrs. Malvina, especially Mrs. Freya."

Locke said with a smile.

Sigurd painfully took out a silver coin and stuffed it into Locke's hand.

"I don't want a third person to discuss this, my friend."

"Okay, I'll keep it tight-lipped."

"What's the meaning?"

"Just keep your mouth shut, like the top of a bottle is tightly corked, and you will never reveal anything about Mrs. Malvina."

Locke explained.

Sigurd touched his chin, "I learned, tight-lipped. This is really a good word. Locke, you are a real cultural person."

"Don't say that, I'm just an ordinary student who graduated from a secondary vocational school."

Locke said modestly.

"I want to say this word to Jacqueline who is lying on the bed. I can't wait to see her. Would you like to go to the Rose Theater at midnight with me? There will be surprises you can't imagine."

Sigurd said with a wink.

"You're already in bed with Miss Quijlein? Boyd will be heartbroken to hear that."

Locke suddenly thought of his own Boyd who suffered from misogyny and liked to secretly look at Miss Quijeline's photo album.

"Haha, Boyd won't be sad. He doesn't like Miss Quijeline. He just wants to use the image of Miss Quijeline to help him overcome his fear of women. Unfortunately, it has no effect at all. Maybe what he really needs is Not Miss Quijelin, but a pretty boy like Robson, well, Locke, you’re not bad either.”

Sigurd said jokingly.

"Please don't slander Boyd like that, it makes Boyd so pitiful."

Locke shrank his neck, he didn't want his teammate to be gay.

"Come on, come on, go to the Rose Theater with me and buy me a drink."

Sigurd put his arm around Locke's shoulders.

Locke pushed his hand away, "I need to go back and write a report, and there will be two reports."

He didn't want the 1 silver rice he just earned to be spent on treating Sigurd to eat abalone.

The two of them walked to the entrance of the Foreign Affairs Bureau and headed in different directions.

Due to the move, Locke no longer needs to take a carriage home, he can go home on foot.

Heavy snow fell from the sky, leaving a thin layer of ice on the smooth road.

Before he was Locke, he would definitely fall to pieces in three steps, but now he has no pressure. With his ability to balance his limbs, he can walk on the ice as smoothly as possible.

Seeing the people walking around him who were also walking at night constantly slipping on the ground, Locke's lips raised a slight smile.

He didn't help the fallen gentlemen, but just pulled up a little girl who was dressed as a cotton ball.

"Thank you, big brother."

The little girl said gratefully, looking at Locke innocently, and quietly stretched out her pink and tender hands, reached into Locke's coat pocket, and took away his wallet.

Locke rubbed the little girl's head and said, "It's so cold. Go home quickly. Don't let your parents worry."

"Yeah, thank you, big brother."

The little girl left contentedly.

Locke, still with a spring-like smile on his face, said goodbye to the little girl and moved on.

Locke had several exquisitely crafted wallets in his hands, each of which contained a lot of silver rice.

While the little girl was pickpocketing Locke, Locke used his hair to quietly take away the wallet from the little girl's clothes.

"I can't believe you actually used your weird ability to do something as shameful as plagiarism."

The black cat Erin on her shoulder taunted.

Locke said with a smile, "I just want to educate her. She is stealing in the East District. It is a very dangerous thing. If she is caught one day, she may lose her life."

"The mean smile you gave me when you looked at Mick said enough about your intentions. You don't have to explain it to me."

Erin scoffed again.

Locke was not angry and asked lightly,

"Do you remember who took me to Dill's black market to steal?"

"Despicable people can only call stealing when they steal. Noble people like me only take the items I need. It is their honor for them to serve me."

Irene raised her proud head and glanced at Locke with contempt.

"I don't know who I am helping, so I need to do this."

In the time it took for one person and one cat to bicker, they had already left the Wells neighborhood.

After the little girl discovered that Locke's wallet was empty and all her wallets were stolen, when she turned around to look for Locke, the initiator, Locke was no longer visible.

"Damn it! It turns out to be a poisonous snake more powerful than me!"

Viper in Kosolk generally refers to thieves, robbers and bandits.

Locke and Irene returned home in the wind and snow. Locke took off his top hat and shook the snow off his hat.

"Locke, you are finally back."

Hannah took off his coat and scarf and pulled him to the fireplace.

Locke looked at Hannah with a smile, "I remember I said there would be a dance today, and you don't have to wait for me to come back."

"Yes, I remember that you were invited to attend the ball held by Lord Earl, but I want to tell you another thing."

Hannah had a proud smile on her face, and Locke knew what that smile meant.

"Let me guess, you found a new job?"

Locke asked.

"Do you remember the gentleman we met last time who was entangled with a liar?"

Hannah asked.

"Remember, it seems to be a reporter like you, but you are no longer a reporter. Have you met?"

Locke asked curiously.

The black cat Irene licked her paws, "It's such a long preparation. Isn't it just that I found a journalist job again?"

Hannah couldn't understand what Irene was talking about. She touched Irene's furry head and said with a smile,

"Yes, I met him. Guess what wonderful story happened between us?"

"Wonderful story? Did he propose to you?"

Locke showed an exaggerated expression of surprise.

Hannah gave him a big eye roll,

"Your sister's charm has not reached this level yet. We have only met twice! I finished the interview today and met him at the door of a coffee shop."

"Then what?"

"Then I chatted with him for a while and he recommended me to go to Tumen Times. I thought he was joking, but it turned out to be true. He took me to meet the new editor-in-chief of Tumen Times, Ms. Anna Lalo! Surprisingly It was Ms. Anna Lalo who actually knew that the last report on water pollution in the West District was written by me.”

Hannah's eyes lit up when she mentioned Ms. Anna Lalo, as if she had found a new professional idol.

"So you got a new journalist job?"

Locke asked.

"Yes, I got a job as a reporter! And it was with Tumen Times! It was like a dream, I never thought I would be able to get into journalism again."

Hannah stood up excitedly.

Locke also stood up and cooperated with Hannah, who was in a happy mood, and turned around twice hand in hand.

This is a habit that Hannah has never changed since she was a child. When something exciting happens, she can't help but want to spin in circles.

"childish."

Irene couldn't help complaining about her servants, thinking that they really didn't have the aristocratic temperament, but they were so happy just because they got a job.

"madness."

Rebecca couldn't help complaining about her master, thinking that they really didn't have smart brains, but they were so happy because they were treated as pawns.