Becoming a God by Raising a Witch

"Okay, I'll find a way."

In order to complete the task as soon as possible, Boyd agreed to Angela's request.

Angela took off her red dancing shoes and handed them to Boyd.

"Remember what you owe me."

"Remember, Angela."

Locke found that most of the time, mutual help between investigators was conditional.

Whether it's the rental of strange objects or assistance with missions.

This has a lot to do with the mission system of the Abnormality Bureau.

Because of Locke and Boyd's mission, even if Sickert completed it, the final merits and rewards would be attributed to Locke and Boyd, and Sickert would only receive verbal praise.

Unless it is a special mission that requires several teams to work together.

Or just like last time, Locke and Sigurd were involved in a special weird incident. The person who handled the incident was Director Rhaenys. Rhaenys had no shortage of rewards and merits, so she was directly counted among Locke and Sigurd. Sigurd's head.

Most of the time, the investigation teams of the Abnormality Bureau perform their own duties and handle their own team's tasks.

This has both advantages and disadvantages. The advantage is that everyone has a clear division of labor, does not disturb each other, and each team can complete tasks independently, which helps to help team members grow into all-round talents.

The disadvantage is that there is a lack of sense of solidarity and mutual help, insufficient cohesion, and it is easy to form small groups. For example, Angela will only help Dimo ​​unconditionally, and Boyd will only generously teach Locke.

Despite this, Locke still feels that the investigators of the Abnormality Bureau are relatively easy to get along with.

I don’t think Angela’s request for a skirt is too much.

"What should I do, Kona?"

Locke asked.

"Later, send her to the church and let the priest or nun help purify and treat her."

Boyd took out the finding grass again and arranged a simple ceremony.

Light the candle, bury the red dancing shoes under the soil, put the seeds into the soil, and sprinkle the pure dew.

Recite the spell in dragon language,

"Great mother of all living beings,

mother earth,

the creator of life,

The founder of chaos and order,

I request you to contact me,

Give the seeds the power to search,

Find the user of the item. "

After reciting the incantation, the seed broke out of the ground and grew a green seedling like a bean sprout.

The green seedlings turned and grew toward the east of the map, but soon they shrank back, grew toward the west, then shrank back again, and finally stopped in place, stopped growing, withered quickly, and lost their vitality.

"what happened?"

Locke asked in surprise.

"Failed, the ceremony was disrupted."

Boyd replied.

"Will the object-finding ceremony be disturbed?"

Ceremony boy White Locke asked.

Angela answered Locke's question on Boyd's behalf, "Of course, any ritual may fail, which proves that the person behind it is more powerful than Boyd."

"Stronger than Boyd?"

Locke swallowed.

"Well, the other party is more powerful than me, so he can interfere with my object-finding ceremony. We need to report it to the director."

Boyd picked up the red shoes from the soil, patted the dust on them, put the soil into a small jar, and folded the map to make the ground clean and tidy again.

"Kosolk, are there many strong men?"

Locke asked.

"A simple newcomer, your question is stupid. This is the imperial capital. It can be said that there are many strong people. There are not only official strong people, but also many wild weirdos lurking in the dark. Of course, they are not as good as the official ones. The headquarters of the Strong, the Cathedral of Life and the Alchemy Sect are here, and many of them are more powerful than Boyd."

Di Mo took a sip of wine and said.

"You mean, someone from the church got involved?"

Locke asked.

Di Mo shook his head, "I didn't say it, you just guessed it yourself."

Locke thought of the deaths of the 500 people in the West District. The most direct impact was actually accelerating the exposure of the water pollution incident, attracting the attention of the government and people, and ultimately leading to the rectification of the alchemy factory and the promulgation of the new alchemy bill.

Moreover, the witch Shelia also appeared in this incident.

Could it be that this has something to do with the authorities, or is it something to do with the Queen?

If the mastermind behind the incident was the Queen, then it would make sense for Boyd to be disturbed and unable to find out the real user of the red shoes.

Not only can the Queen mobilize the top leaders of the Life Sect, but she can also use people from the Alchemy Sect. Moreover, Shelia is probably also a subordinate of the Queen.

All of this was a chess move to start a war, and those 500 citizens of the West End were just the abandoned sons of the Queen.

Thinking of this, Locke couldn't help but think carefully. Although he had never met Katerina Tumen, he had already learned how cruel she was.

"what's on your mind?"

The cat standing on Locke's shoulder suddenly spoke.

"No, it's nothing."

Locke wiped the sweat from his forehead and replied.

Boyd thought Locke was talking to him, so he comforted him,

"It doesn't matter. At least we took back the red shoes and prevented them from remaining outside and threatening the lives of others. This is considered a mission accomplished."

"I see."

Locke nodded slightly.

The two left the investigator's office with their red shoes and came to Director Rhaenys's office.

"What's up?"

Rhaenys was sitting on the red soft leather sofa, holding a cup of black tea, with exquisite snacks placed in front of her.

"Director, we have recovered the C318 monster."

Boyd said as he placed the box containing the red dancing shoes on Rhaenys' table.

"well done."

Rhaenys opened the shoe box, looked at the red shoes, and nodded slightly.

"anything else?"

"We were unable to investigate the original user of the red shoes. The object-finding ceremony was interfered with. The person behind the scenes is more capable than me."

Boyd said.

"Okay, that's it for now. We don't rule out the chance of the red shoes appearing in the West End. Your mission is accomplished."

After Rhaenys said that, she looked at Locke,

"Have you read the information I gave you? What are your thoughts?"

"I have read them all. These cases have been too long apart. I may not be able to complete them, but I will try my best."

Locke lowered his head and said, expressing his sincere attitude.

Rhaenys's lips curved into a smile,

"You can let Boyd assist you, no need to force it."

"Okay, thank you, Director."

"Go and do your work."

Rhaenys waved her hand, and Boyd and Locke turned and left.

"What case?"

Boyd asked Locke.

"Some old cases, I will bring the documents to you tomorrow. We should all go home today."

Locke expressed his unwillingness to work overtime.

"Okay, go back and rest early. You still have your family waiting for you."

Boyd said and waved, and the two said goodbye.

Locke walked out of the strange situation and walked home. He bought some ingredients on the way and planned to go home and make delicious burritos.

Erin licked her tongue and asked, "What do you want to eat tonight?"

"You'll know when you do it."

"No, I don't even know what to call those weird dishes you cook."

"Okay, let me tell you in advance, burritos."

"Mexico? A strange name. Is it a place name or a person's name?"

"you guess."

Locke raised the corners of his mouth and smiled.

Erin raised her furry but powerful paw.

Locke replied, "Name of a person, a guy named Mexico who invented the burrito."

"lie."

"Okay, it's a place name."

"Why haven't I heard of this place?"

"Because you are not as knowledgeable as I am."

Locke shrugged.

One person and one cat walked home bickering.

Hannah opened the door and took the ingredients that Locke was carrying.

"Locke, why are you back so late today?"

"Because I'm busy saving the girls at the Rose Theater."

Locke blinked.

Hannah felt that this was another lame joke that her brother was playing on her. Even if Locke was a cook at the Sheriff's Court, with a salary of up to 2 silver meters a week, there was no way he would have the money to spend money in such a luxurious place as the Rose Theater.

She put her hands on her hips, "It's not funny at all."

"That's because Hannah, you don't have enough humor in you."

Locke said with a smile.

He walked into the house, felt the warmth of the fireplace, took off his coat, walked into the kitchen, and put on an apron.

"Where's Rebecca?"

"In her room."

Hannah said.

Locke knew Rebecca very well. As long as he and Eileen were not at home, Rebecca would never listen to Hannah, let alone cook dinner.

"Have her help in the kitchen."