Becoming a God by Raising a Witch

Alice took the initiative to reach out and take off Locke's coat, hanging it on the coat rack, becoming more and more like a personal maid.

"Master, do you want coffee or tea?"

"Cafe."

Locke looked at the sexy maid outfit Alice was wearing and was still heartbroken.

It's just that the neighbors next door are jealous.

Alice stood at the door like this for a long time, and they also stared at it for a long time. If their wives hadn't urged them to do so, they would have been willing to stand on the window sill and watch the scenery.

As for why Locke's heart was so calm, it was entirely because Irene had not adjusted his desire back.

He is still a wise man.

Alice stared at her career line for a long time and began to doubt herself.

Am I not charming enough?

She made coffee for Locke, deliberately bent down, and handed it to Locke respectfully.

This way Locke can see her complete, super long, career line.

Locke took the coffee and reminded,

"You're saggy."

"ah!"

Alice screamed, turned and rushed into the servants' room.

My mind was filled with those three words, and I was drooping! ! ! It was like a sharp knife piercing her heart, causing her to become autistic.

The figure of the weather witch Antonia Madeleine Magdalena floated to Locke's side at some point.

"Master, you are back."

"Yes, Antonia, you haven't rested yet?"

Locke asked politely.

The weather witch Antonia Madeleine Magdalena was a demigod, and he still respected her.

"I don't need a break."

Antonia said calmly.

"Okay, then I'm going to rest."

Locke said with a smile.

"Master, you have met Fini Sares, I smell her scent on you."

Antonia said expressionlessly.

Unlike the expressive Fini Sares, Antonia has almost no psychological monologue.

"Yes, I have met her. Like you, she chose to follow me. I will let you meet at the appropriate time."

Locke said.

Antonia nodded slightly, "Follow your will."

Her figure disappeared like a ghost. This was most likely a kind of weather magic, turning herself into gas.

Locke guessed so.

Locke first made a delicious midnight snack for Erin, then went upstairs, took a bath in the bathroom of the master bedroom, put on pajamas, and prepared to go to the attic to sleep.

Every time he went up to the attic, he would have to bend down because of his height, and would often hit his head.

This time is no exception.

"Tonight, you can sleep in the master bedroom."

Erin was probably in a good mood because she was fed.

Locke shook his head. Because he was a sage, he didn't want to sleep in the master bedroom.

When he returned to the attic, he saw the familiar demon Rebecca.

However, Rebecca was wearing a hot maid outfit.

After being punished by Locke with the gift of life last time, she figured out that she must make Locke's life worse than death!

Seduce him, make him make mistakes, then kill him with the help of the undead witch Rosaria Jimenez!

Even if you are counterattacked, you must do this!

Rebecca, who was filled with hatred, had put aside her shame and assumed various seductive postures.

Unfortunately, Locke is a sage.

Moreover, you can still hear her inner monologue.

‘Haha, take the bait, no one can resist the temptation of the devil. ’

‘Haha, how is it? Are you stunned? ’

‘Haha, little Rock Belmont, you are so controlled by me, you just like to see this kind of action, don’t you? ’

‘Haha, what’s going on? Are you looking stupid? Why is there no movement? ’

"Rebecca, come here."

Locke waved to her.

Rebecca immediately got up and walked to Locke, pretending to look at him obediently,

"My master, what do you want me to do? I can do anything."

Locke tapped Rebecca's head with his index finger, "Then let's have a baby."

Then, Rebecca's abdomen swelled visibly.

Screams of pain echoed throughout the apartment.

"Rock Belmont! Ah! I'm going to kill you."

"Isn't that what you said? Can you do anything? Can't you just give birth to a child?"

"Damn it! Damn it, Locke Belmont, stop right there."

Rebecca, who was holding her big belly, chased Locke out of the attic. She was determined to let Locke feel her anger.

Unfortunately, just as she was grabbing Locke's neck, Antonia appeared.

She gave the pot-bellied devil a cold look, "How do you want to die?"

Rebecca immediately got into the pipe, fell into self-isolation again, and successfully gave birth to a meat ball.

Meatball, yes, yes, a meatball.

Rebecca covered her head and roared in pain, "Ah - my great devil gave birth! And I gave birth to a meat ball!!! A meat ball!!! It's a meat ball!!!"

She kicked the meat ball. Because the meat ball was lifeless, there was no pain at all, and she was allowed to throw it around.

The crazy Rebecca has completely lost her motherhood and turned into a cruel sadist.

Because, this is her and Locke's first, oh no, second child!

Even though they did nothing.

But just a click of Locke's finger will make her pregnant.

Because Rebecca went crazy inside the devil's pipe, Locke missed out on a good show.

He was lying on the bed, about to fall asleep peacefully, when he suddenly noticed a pigeon flying to his window sill.

A pigeon from an unusual situation?

It was Director Rhaenys who killed her own clone.

Doesn't she want to go there by herself and kill him again?

Locke walked to the window anxiously and asked tentatively,

"The director is looking for me?"

"Lord Rhaenys reminds you not to forget the task force team meeting tomorrow."

Locke then remembered that he was actually supposed to have a meeting with the task force today, but he was delayed because of the incident in Holman Town.

"Please tell Lord Rhaenys, I will not forget."

Locke decided to get up and write a report to explain what happened in Holman Town. He also reported to the priest of the church and the mayor of Holman Town, asking them to take responsibility for the dead tourists. Moreover, he would certainly be able to do the same. Get corresponding merit.

The dove flapped its wings and flew away.

Locke only started writing the report after making sure it was completely gone.

Including the unscrupulous necromancer, the wanted criminal Borg who has a bounty on his head, abducting students as sacrifices, and the collusion between the priest of the Church of Life and the mayor of Holman Town to deliberately keep the soul of Holman alive, resulting in the murder of many people. He wrote it down, of course, there was no need to report the matter of Fini Sares.

"It's finally written."

Locke stretched, folded the report neatly, and put it next to his pillow, planning to hand it in as soon as his vacation was over.

He lay back on his crib, closed his eyes, and prepared for a good sleep.

Suddenly, a resentful voice sounded in his ears.

"Locke Belmont, shall we reconcile?"

'First make the other party take it lightly and win their trust, and then betray him severely! Make him miserable. ’

Rebecca thought so.

This is the result of her painful experience.

oh? Did you originally want to be a rebel?

Locke looked at the exhausted Rebecca and thought that she was crazy enough in the world of pipe smoking.

"What reconciliation? Our relationship has always been very good, haven't we? Aren't you my most loyal servant?"

Locke asked.

"Of course, I am your most loyal servant."

'Damn Locke Belmont, are you pretending to be confused? ’

"Just great master, what can I do to make you happy?"

Rebecca asked in a different tone.

Locke looked at her, "Do you want to please me because you gave birth to a second child? You really don't need to thank me. If you want, I can let you have a third or fourth child. By the way, you give me Have the children been named yet?”

When Rebecca heard Locke's words, her blood pressure instantly soared, and black smoke began to appear in her head.

Out of control, she hid in the pipe again and said she would never come out again.

"Locke! Just wait for me, I will never listen to your orders again! You have lost your most loyal partner!"

"hehe."

Locke sneered twice, and his ears finally became quiet.

He can sleep peacefully.

In the middle of the night, it started to rain lightly in Kosolk.

Queens District.

The rain is like a fine needle, weaving a hazy picture for no reason.

Katerina Castle stands in the rain, and its gray stone walls look even more gloomy under the rain.

The raindrops fell on the ancient tile eaves, making a dull ticking sound, like the hourglass of time, flowing slowly in silence.

The spiers of the castle were looming in the rain, like an arrow tower guarding the clouds.

The Kosol River at the edge of the castle shone dimly in the rain, and occasionally waterbirds skimmed the water, causing ripples.

This 500-year-old castle was renamed Katerina Castle by the previous king 15 years ago because the king liked his eldest daughter Katerina very much and recognized her as the next queen.

In the garden, the drizzle caressed the flowers, making the originally colorful flowers stained with a light mist. On the path among the flowers, the stone slabs became slippery due to rain, and moss grew wantonly among the cracks in the stones, like traces of time.

Deep in the castle, the lights are brightly lit.