Becoming a God by Raising a Witch

Before Locke could think too much, the little skeleton Nana had already pulled him into the ground at an extraordinary speed.

Locke truly experienced the feeling of eating soil.

If he was not a person with strange abilities, he would have suffocated to death.

Fortunately, this journey of eating soil was very short. In less than 10 seconds, Locke and the little skeleton had arrived at Rosalia Jimenez's manor.

There was thick fog all around, and the lights looked very weak in the fog. A row of one-eyed crows stood on the roof of the manor.

When they saw Locke, they talked in surprise.

"It's been hundreds of years, and finally there are guests in Lady Rosaria's manor again."

"Shh, Lady Rosaria doesn't like us to talk about her guests."

"Look, it's a handsome boy, Rosaria will definitely like him."

"Lady Rosaria is also of marriageable age."

"Don't joke, he can be Lady Rosaria's great-great-great-grandson."

Amid the crows' discussions, Locke walked into the gloomy manor.

"Is this still the real world?"

Locke asked.

If the system panel was not still there, Locke would have suspected that he had just been dragged to death by the little skeleton and came to the spirit world.

"This is the third world that exists between the cracks of the spirit world and the real world. Only a great ancient witch like Lady Rosaria Jimenez can create such a world through fusion magic."

Said the little skeleton Nana.

Ancient witch? Is she one of the 12 ancient witches? It can't be such a coincidence that I picked up such a big treasure in a deserted cemetery I just found?

Considering that he has been lucky for a while, Locke thinks he can still look forward to it.

Even if they are not 12 ancient witches, they have lived for hundreds of years. Well, to be precise, they have died for hundreds of years. They should not let him down, right?

"Let's go. Lady Rosaria Jimenez has been waiting for you for a long time."

The manor is surrounded by blue flames. They are like floating ghosts, illuminating the manor. The little skeleton takes Locke through the garden full of blue roses, walks through the corridors covered with murals, and comes to the hall of the manor.

Above the hall, a huge crystal lamp shadow is formed by the blue flames, and various dragon spells are engraved on the walls.

Locke felt his scalp tingling after just one look at these spells, and he couldn't record them at all.

In front of him, a woman wearing a gorgeous but tattered dress, the hem of the skirt seemed to have been burned by a fire, her long silver hair fell to the ground, her eyes were covered with black gauze, her skin was pale without a trace of blood, and she was as beautiful as a work of art. She sat quietly opposite the long table.

If you look closely, you will find that her ears, neck and wrists have traces of stitches.

She doesn't look like a living person.

To be precise, she is also undead.

Because Locke can't hear her heartbeat and breathing, it's like the person sitting opposite is a beautiful zombie bride, or an exquisite doll.

"Lady Rosaria Jimenez, this is the young man who admires you very much and is willing to release his love in front of your tombstone. I brought him here."

Nana said, and the little skeleton forced an ugly smile.

The beautiful witch sitting at the top nodded slightly, and the little skeleton Nana covered her mouth, "Then I won't bother you, Nana is leaving, tell Nana at any time if you need anything."

Nana turned around and ran away.

[Ding! Witch information detected: Rosaria Jimenez]

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

[The host is detected to have rich flesh and blood. 】

[100% feeding success rate]

Wait, is there something wrong with the system's judgment? I clearly have fructose and bread on me, how come it detects flesh and blood?

Could it be that the witch Rosaria Jimenez in front of me wants to eat me?

"What's your name?"

The voice of the witch Rosaria Jimenez interrupted Locke's thoughts.

"Locke Bemon."

Locke always felt that he couldn't lie in front of this witch.

Or lying would be exposed immediately, such as Irene and Renis, who have similar abilities to identify lies.

"Locke Bemon, I smell the scent of the Witch's Revelation on you. Did you know me through it and fall madly in love with me?"

Rosaria Jimenez believed that Locke must have read the Witch's Revelation, otherwise it would not be enough to explain that he was so young and actually admired herself, who had been dead for hundreds of years.

Uh, Miss Witch, this is actually a misunderstanding.

Locke wanted to explain, but heard Rosalia Jimenez continue,

"When I was alive, everyone was afraid of me, just because I was a dead witch who brought death and disaster, and you are the first young man who is so bold, I admire you very much."

"Wait, Miss Rosalia, let me ask you, are you alive or dead now?"

Locke couldn't help asking.

"My situation is neither alive nor dead. After mastering the magic of the dead, I built this manor, and my consciousness stayed here. Even if hundreds, thousands, or tens of thousands of years have passed in the outside world, I can still maintain immortality, similar to the immortal, but I can't feel happiness, joy and warmth, I am very lonely."

Rosalia Jimenez looked at the young Locke through the black ribbon.

She had a congenital defect in her vision and could not see the light, but she could see the boy's face clearly.

After all, this was the third world she had built herself.

Locke was slightly stunned and decided to skip the topic of her loneliness and praise her talent.

"Ms. Rosalia, you are simply a genius in the magic world. I am afraid that only gods can master immortality in this world."

Rosalia Jimenez nodded slightly,

"You can say that, but I am still one step away. After all, I am too far away from the real God. I found that I had a great talent for magic when I was very young. I can sing duet magic spells alone and create fusion magic. Unfortunately, these are meaningless to me now."

Rosalia Jimenez waved her hand, and the dark atmosphere of the manor changed instantly, as if it had turned into a fairy tale castle. The gorgeously dressed attendants and maids surrounded and served the dishes. They all looked at Locke curiously.

Rosalia Jimenez waved her hand again, and they all disappeared again, as if everything just now was an illusion.

But the long table was already full of delicious food.

Although it was delicious food, Locke had no appetite at all, worried that this was also an illusion of Rosalia Jimenez.

What if all he ate was high-quality protein?

Compared to the food on the table, Locke was more interested in the fusion magic she mentioned.

It would be great if his skills could also be fused!

"No appetite?"

Rosalia Jimenez asked Locke, who was reluctant to move his knife and fork.

"Ms. Rosalia, I have actually eaten."

Locke declined politely.

Rosalia Jimenez nodded slightly, and all the food on the table disappeared.

"Although I can't fulfill your wish and marry you, you do interest me. As a reward for you, I can make a deal with you."

Rosalia Jimenez looked at Locke and said.

Wait, when did I want you to marry me? Miss Rosaria misunderstood from the beginning.

"As long as you provide me with a piece of your flesh and blood, I will answer one question for you. Whether it is ancient magic, fusion magic, or secret knowledge, I will tell you."

Chapter 172, hit the target with one shot!

In the virtual manor built by Rosaria Jimenez, Locke is negotiating with an ancient witch that is enough to change his life.

Only a piece of flesh and blood can be exchanged for ancient magic, fusion magic or secret knowledge. This is undoubtedly a big profit for Locke, but he is a little afraid of pain. If possible, it would be more reliable to obtain it through the feeding system, so that he does not need to feel pain, and can also let Miss Rosaria Jimenez experience the taste of food again.

However, when Locke proposed to replace the flesh and blood with his own unique dishes, he was opposed by Rosaria Jimenez.

"Actually, I don't need to eat anymore. No matter how delicious the food is, it doesn't interest me. Only your flesh and blood can make me feel the joy of being alive again. Locke Bemon, this is a reward for your brave love for me. Do you want to reject my proposal?"

Rosaria Jimenez raised her chin slightly, and an invisible pressure was released instantly.

Locke was completely unable to resist, and he half-knelt on one leg in front of Rosaria Jimenez. He could only hold on to the chair and barely maintain his body shape so that both legs would not kneel down.

Ah, this? Miss Rosaria Jimenez, you don't intend to give me the option of refusing, right?

Realizing the danger, Locke wanted to exchange positions with his clone as soon as possible, but found that he could not get in touch with Ming in this space, which means that the body exchange failed!

Oops, this is the third world built by the witch Rosaria Jimenez, and I can't use my clone to deal with her.

Considering that refusing might anger this ancient witch, causing the opportunity in front of him to become a crisis, Locke decided to follow his heart.

"I agree to this deal, but."

"Hmm?"

"Actually, I am a member of the Abnormal Investigation Bureau. I have to report to the church every day. In order to prevent my direct superiors and the church's senior leaders from getting suspicious, can you please not eat my flesh? I can provide blood."

Locke tried his best to explain his difficulties.

"Abnormal Investigation Bureau? What department is this?"

Rosalia Jimenez asked.

"It is a department jointly established by the Tumen Kingdom Government and the Life Church to deal with strange events. It is a quick official."

Locke explained.

"Oh, so that's the case. There were no such departments when I was alive."

Rosalia Jimenez said lightly. She raised her empty eyes and looked at the endless black fog outside the window through the black veil.

"At that time, everyone needed to survive under our protection, and the kingdom and the church were just vassals."

Wait, then have you lived for more than a few hundred years?

Locke looked at Miss Witch Rosalia Jimenez, who was sighing about the past.

He was more convinced that she was one of the 12 ancient witches.

But why did only she survive, while the others fell?

Isn't the Witch Revelation a means of resurrecting the 12 ancient witches? She herself is not dead, although she is almost dead, but in this state, can she be resurrected in reality?

Countless question marks emerged in Locke's mind. If it was Rosalia Jimenez, she should be able to answer most of his questions, right?

The premise is that he can afford the price she wants.

"Lady Rosalia, do you think it's okay?"

Locke climbed up with the help of a chair, sat back in his own seat, wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, put on his hat, and tidied his collar, and asked seriously.

Rosalia Jimenez's thoughts were pulled back by Locke. She looked at the boy and nodded slightly.

"Okay."

Locke breathed a sigh of relief in his heart. Anyway, it was not a bite on the body, just a mosquito bite.

"The first question, I want to learn fusion magic."

Compared to exploring secrets, it is definitely more important to become stronger.

"Are you sure?"

Rosalia Jimenez asked.

"Sure."

"I once had a disciple whose talent was outstanding among witches, but she spent two hundred years learning the basics of fusion magic. With your life span, I'm afraid you won't be able to learn fusion magic. I allow you to change the question."

"No, I just want to learn fusion magic."

Locke said firmly.

Rosalia Jimenez nodded slightly, and the next second, her figure appeared behind Locke.

"Then please pay your price, the boy who loves me."