Becoming a God by Raising a Witch

Kona muttered to herself, holding the red dancing shoes, and left Miss Rebbie Pilar's lounge.

At the same time, Locke, who was in the Abnormal Bureau, also woke up.

"Success, Miss Rebbie Pilar took off her red dancing shoes, Boyd, what should we do now?"

Locke asked.

"You remember where Miss Rebbie Pilar's lounge is, right?"

Boyd asked.

Locke nodded slightly, "Remember."

"Now we need to go to her lounge and get those red shoes back."

Boyd said.

"Then let's leave now."

Locke stood up. Considering the distance between the Abnormal Bureau and the Rose Theater, it would take 15 minutes by rail train and 30 minutes by carriage, so he asked,

"Is there a faster way? For example, a teleportation array? A wizard should be able to do it, right?"

"Sorry, I don't know how. That is a very profound space magic, which is not my area of ​​expertise."

"Well, Boyd, you are a wizard after all, so there is no other way?"

"If there is no confidentiality agreement, I wouldn't mind letting you take the water train."

Boyd put down the tea cup and said slowly.

"Water train? Sounds good."

Locke touched his chin, "Is it to build a train with water? Then people can sit in it and the speed is faster than that of a rail train."

"No, I will send you directly to the Rose Theater using water magic."

Boyd slid his finger, and a small stream of water appeared in front of him. There was a little man who looked like Locke on the water. The water rushed towards the little man and washed him away, which vividly explained the "water train".

Locke swallowed and waved his hand, "Let's just take the car."

Boyd nodded slightly.

The two walked out of the strange station, took the rail train, and arrived at the Rose Theater platform.

In order not to pay 2 silver meters again, Locke planned to enter through the back door.

Although he has only entered the Rose Theater once, he has already figured out the layout inside.

The back door is a safe passage specially reserved for actors to avoid being chased by fans and reporters.

Of course, some people with special status will enter, such as celebrity lovers, who can also enter through the back door, but they have to give a tip of 20 grams.

"Guests, please use the front door."

The doorman guarding the back door is a 2.6-meter-tall Weis woman. Because she has short hair, she looks no different from a man, and is even stronger. At first glance, she looks like she is seeing a brown bear.

"I am Miss Jacqueline's lover, and this is my manservant."

Locke directly introduced that Boyd was not unhappy because Locke said that he was his manservant. He always maintained a depressed expression, making it difficult for people to see what he was thinking.

"Miss Jacqueline?"

The tall female doorman frowned. Most people would feel inexplicably guilty and timid when they saw her expression, but Locke did not. He had a high level of professionalism.

"Yes, Miss Jacqueline made an appointment with me tonight, here's the tip."

Locke took out 50 grams and stuffed it into the doorman's pocket.

The brown bear-like female doorkeeper smiled and let the two of them in.

"Have a nice time with Miss Jacqueline, and oh, Baron Lagro is in there too."

"Thank you. I won't disturb Baron Lagro. I will wait until they are finished."

Locke said with a smile.

They walked through the dim corridor and came to the actors' rest area.

Boyd did not refuse to go with Locke this time, probably because he knew that Miss Rebbie Pilar was already asleep and there would be no chance of contact.

Locke took Boyd to the private lounge belonging to Miss Rebbie Bilar.

Since the door was locked, if there was no key, the only option was to knock on the door and ask Miss Rebbie Pilar to open the door from the inside.

Locke looked at Boyd.

Boyd condensed a key from water and unlocked the door.

The two quietly walked into Miss Rebbie Pilar's room.

Rebbie Bilal was lying on the bed sleeping. She seemed to be still immersed in a wonderful princess dream, with a smile on her lips.

On her feet, the pair of red dancing shoes were gone.

Locke and Boyd searched around her lounge and found no whereabouts of the red shoes.

"The red dancing shoes were taken away."

Boyd frowned.

"Taken away? Oops."

Locke immediately thought of Rebbie Bilal's female assistant, Kona.

The girl who had just turned 14 seemed to have been longing to stand on the stage. She must have been tempted by the red shoes and took them away.

"Locke, who are you thinking of?"

Boyd asked.

"Kona, we have to find her now."

"Finding people is not my strong point. We need ritual magic. Do you have her belongings?"

Boyd asked.

Locke looked around in Rebbie Bilal's lounge and didn't find anything belonging to the female assistant Kona.

"Although these are items belonging to Rebbie Bilal, Kona cleans this lounge every day. There should be her breath. You try to find it with these things. We will split up. I remember her. the taste of."

Locke's sense of smell is very sensitive and he is very sensitive to various smells in the air. He can find Kona based on the smell, if Kona is still at the Rose Theater.

Boyd nodded, and he began to try to use Rebbie Bilal's things to find Kona.

Locke walked out of the lounge and walked towards the depths of the Rose Theater based on the scent left by Kona.

After passing through several lounges, Locke found Kona's place in the common room.

Kona's scent is strongest here, but she is not there, only her clothes and accessories.

"Isn't it time to walk out of the Rose Theater?"

Locke frowned.

He concentrated and continued to search for Kona's scent.

Finally stopping at the door of a lounge with the name Helvin, the director of the ballet company, he heard the movement in the room.

"Kena, you dance so well. I never imagined that you have such talent. You will no longer need to be Rebbie Bilal's assistant in the future. You will have a better future than her."

"Thank you, thank you Captain Helvin, I will try my best."

"It's not enough to dance well, Kona, you also need to have the consciousness to sacrifice for art."

"Captain, what do you mean?"

"Kena, lie down and let me teach you."

"Captain, what are you going to do? Don't, don't do this, please, don't do this."

Dong dong dong——

Locke's knock on the door interrupted Captain Helwin's good deeds.

Helvin frowned, with a displeased look on his face. He stood up and looked at Kona with an evil look, "You'd better be quiet, otherwise the Rose Theater won't be able to accommodate you in the future."

"I...I know."

Kona wiped her tears in grievance.

Helvin walked to the door, opened it, and saw Locke, a young man who exuded invisible charm.

His originally disturbed mood improved slightly, and he asked with a smile,

"Who are you?"

"Hello, leader, I am an investigator from the Sixth Sheriff Court. I was entrusted by Miss Rebbie Pilar to investigate the case of her missing belongings. Have you seen Kona?"

Locke said seriously.

"Kona? Did she steal something?"

Helvin said in surprise.

"Yes, a pair of red shoes."

Locke continued.

Kena was so scared that she huddled up. She didn't want to be regarded as a thief, nor did she want to be kicked out of the Rose Theater. If she was really kicked out, she didn't know what else she could do. Maybe she will become the lowest street girl.

Just thinking about this made Ke Na very scared. She was so frightened that she hid in the closet, but made a noise.

Locke glanced at Helvin. Although Helvin wanted to stop the investigator from breaking into his lounge directly, his strength was not as strong as Locke's, and he fell to the ground with a slight push.

Locke walked to the closet, opened the closet door, and saw an extremely frightened Kona wearing red dancing shoes.

"Miss Kena, I'm sorry, please come back to the security court with me."

"I...I, I didn't, yes, I'm sorry, I will return it to Miss Lebby right away."

Kona said with tears in her eyes.

Locke took her out of the closet and nodded slightly to Helvin.

"Captain Helwin, I believe that Kona's theft has nothing to do with you. Now I want to take the person away. Do you have any objection?"

"No."

Locke takes Kona away.

Kona cried and begged for mercy, "Please, let me go. I don't want to go to the security pavilion. If I go to the security pavilion, everything will be over."

"Keep your voice down, you don't want everyone to know you stole, do you?"

Locke reminded.

Kona could only rub her eyes in frustration, not daring to make any more noise.

Locke took Kona back to Rebbie Bilal's lounge and saw a surprising scene.

Rebbie Bilal stood aside in a menacing manner, while Boyd shivered and hid in the corner, just shy of saying "Don't come over."

It was obvious that he was quite afraid of women.

"You damn thief and liar, how could you be Boyd? Boyd is obviously a charming young man, but look at your depressed face and you dare to pretend to be him! If you don't tell me, I will Wherever you hid your shoes, I will let the people from the Security Court take you away now!"

Through the crack in the door, Locke saw Rebbie Pilar angrily condemning poor Boyd.

Although Rebbie Bilal didn't know why she was called Boyd Locke in the dream, she remembered that the boy said that his name was Boyd. She can now distinguish between dreams and reality.

Losing her red shoes made her quite impatient.

Originally, she was a little scared when she saw the tall Boyd, worried that this man would steal money and sex.

But what happened later surprised her. This man was actually afraid of her.

This led her to believe that this was a guilty thief.

"I am really Boyd, Miss Rebbie Pilar, and I am the Sheriff. Don't get excited, and don't get so close to me."

Boyd said embarrassedly.

Locke knocked on the door and walked into Rebbie Bilal's room with the crying Kona.

Rebbie Bilal looked at Locke in surprise and blurted out,

"Locke? No, Boyd, why are you here, still with Kena."