Becoming a God by Raising a Witch

Chapter 122

Unfortunately, he has more important things to do now.

"Dear guest, this is Miss Rebbie Pilar's lounge."

The waiter said politely.

Locke smiled and nodded, "Thank you."

"If you need anything else call me as soon as possible."

The waiter retreated respectfully.

Locke knocked on the door.

A girl with long brown hair opened the door. She had fair skin and many freckles on her face. She looked to be only about fourteen years old.

"Hello, who are you looking for?"

"Is this Miss Rebbie Pilar's lounge?"

Locke asked.

"Yes, you are looking for Miss Rebbie Pilar. Please wait a moment. I am Miss Rebbie Pilar's assistant, Kona."

Kona introduced herself with a blush on her cheeks.

Although there were many handsome men in the Rose Theater, this was the first time she saw someone as good-looking as Locke. Her heart beat half a beat faster, and she felt like she had fallen in love at first sight.

Kona turned around and told Miss Rebbie Pilar about the handsome young man's visit.

Miss Rebbie Pilar sat up from the sofa and walked to the door.

She was wearing a black tutu from Black Swan, with her blond hair pulled up and a crown. She had a pair of slender legs wrapped in white stockings that were very straight. She had a slim figure and was comparable to Hannah. She had a slender neck and a pretty face. She was around 20 years old. , is the age when women are most beautiful.

She was wearing a pair of red dancing shoes, which did not match her black dance skirt.

As Locke looked at her, she looked at Locke.

Chapter 120, Real Dream

"who are you?"

Rebbie Bilal looked at Locke doubtfully.

She didn't remember knowing such a handsome stranger, and he seemed to be young.

"Hello, Miss Rebbie Bilar, I am Boyd, your fan."

"fan?"

Rebbie Bilal had never heard this term before, so she repeated it in confusion.

"I'm your dance fan. Do you mind if I take up a little of your time?"

With his eyes glowing, Locke acted like a truly ardent follower.

Kona stood next to Rebbie Bilal, showing an envious look.

In her opinion, only dancers like Miss Rebbie Pilar can have high-quality dance fans like Locke.

"If you want an autograph, I can give it to you, but forget it if it's a date. I don't have time. I'm not interested in anything except dancing."

Rebbie Bilal said directly that she believed that the boy named Boyd, like the previous visitors, was fascinated by her dancing and wanted to date her, start a romantic relationship or have a short-term relationship with her. of joy.

She has long dismissed these things. Since putting on the red dance shoes, her dancing has become more and more graceful. She can easily challenge many difficult moves that she could not do before, and she has performed amazing performances on the stage. In a stunning scene, she has gone from an unknown supporting role to a hot ballet star at the Rose Theatre. Those who once looked down on her have been left behind by her, and she is even more addicted to dancing, even her partner , and now I feel very pressured to dance with her because she is so good.

"It's okay, I just want an autograph."

Locke pulled out a white handkerchief.

Rebbie Bilal signed the handkerchief for him.

"Thank you, Miss Rebbie Pilar, and good luck with your performance. Goodbye."

Locke left satisfied.

He heard the whispers of Rebbie Bilal and Kona.

"Miss Rebbie Pilar, that gentleman is really handsome."

"Kena, if you devoted all your attention to dancing, you wouldn't be just an assistant now."

"Okay, Miss Rebbie Pilar, I will listen to you. Do you think I have a chance to be on stage?"

"Kena, your poor dancing will be a disaster if you actually perform on stage. It's better to just be an assistant. It's better for everyone."

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Locke returned along the road and came to the door.

Boyd sat on the lounge chair at the door, looking at the book in his hand attentively.

"How about it?"

Boyd asked.

"Well, I have contacted Miss Rebbie Pilar and got her autograph. Unfortunately, Miss Jacqueline is performing."

Locke shrugged.

"It doesn't matter, that's enough."

Boyd ignored Locke's joke, and it wasn't the first time someone used Jacqueline to tease him.

The two of them took a carriage and returned to the Sixth Abnormal Bureau.

Entering the investigator-only lounge, Boyd took out the silver pocket watch Dream Heart.

"Locke, the Heart of Dreams can take you into anyone's dream. You can see Rebbie Bilal's truest thoughts in her dreams, and you can even interfere with her dreams and affect reality. What we have to do now is Two points, the first is to find out who gave the red shoes as a gift to Rebbie Bilal, and the second is to find a way to make Rebbie Bilal take off the red shoes voluntarily. "

Locke nodded slightly,

"What needs to be done?"

"You hold the heart of the dream and say silently three times in dragon language, 'Let me enter Rebbie Bilal's real dream.'"

Locke took the Dream Heart from Boyd and muttered silently, "Let me enter Rebbie Bilal's real dream."

Five seconds later, Locke's body fell heavily on the sofa.

Boyd covered him with a blanket, made a cup of hot tea, sat next to him, and read quietly.

Locke's consciousness entered another space, Rebby Bilal's dream.

Locke returned to the bustling Rose Theater.

Rebby Bilal was resting in the actor's common room at this time. As a little-known little ballerina, Rebby Bilal also had her own admirers because of her outstanding appearance.

Occasionally, some flowers, greeting cards and small gifts would appear on her seat.

So, Rebby Bilal was still a little surprised when she saw the shoe box on the table.

Few people gave her dance shoes, and the value of dance shoes was more expensive than flowers and those small ornaments.

Rebby Bilal looked at the note on the shoe box.

The note read [May your dance steps never stop].

Rebby Bilal opened the box and saw a pair of red dance shoes.

Its appearance was very ordinary, no different from ordinary ballet shoes, but the color was too bright.

"Lebi, who sent the gift?"

Another red-haired actress sitting next to Lebi Bilal asked with a smile.

"Logan, Kempf, Hefren, except for these three, no one should send me a gift."

Lebi Bilal said.

This is consistent with the results of Sieg's investigation. Sieg also suspected that these three people sent the red dancing shoes to Lebi Bilal.

Locke narrowed his eyes and continued to watch Lebi Bilal's dream from a God's perspective.

"It can't be Logan's. His family sells jewelry. Apart from giving cheap jewelry, he won't spend time buying any gifts."

The red-haired actress next to Lebi Bilal said with a smile while taking off her earrings.

"You are right, it can't be Logan."

Lebi Bilal nodded and took the red dancing shoes out of the shoe box.

"It looks a little small. I don't know if I can wear it."

"You will know after trying it."

The red-haired actress said.

Lebi Bilal picked up the dancing shoes and put them on her feet.

The dancing shoes fit her feet unexpectedly.

Rebby Bilal walked around in them, feeling light and comfortable, and couldn't help dancing.

Everyone in the lounge was watching Rebby Bilal dancing.

In her selfless performance, everyone else seemed to become the audience.

After the swan dance ended, thunderous applause rang out in the public lounge.

"Oh my God, Rebby, you dance so well."

"Yes, you did that spinning move just now so well that it felt like you had surpassed the principal."

"Rebby, you have to perform again for the director. You can't be a supporting role anymore. You have to fight for the leading role."

There are three kinds of lounges in the Rose Theater. Those with names are for famous stars. They belong to the first-class lounges. The second-class lounges are for old actors who have worked in the Rose Theater for many years, were once popular, but are now lonely. Their lounges have no names, only numbers. Finally, there is a public lounge for these unknown extras.

So the more than 20 women in this lounge are all supporting roles like Rebby.

When they saw the amazing talent that Rebby suddenly showed, they were not jealous, but happy from the bottom of their hearts, as if their own advantages were suddenly discovered.

Amid their discussions, the dream ended.

Locke exited the dream.

He opened his eyes and saw Boyd drinking tea.

"How is it?"

Boyd asked.

"Rebby Bilal suspected that it was sent by Kempf or Hefren."

Locke said, "But I haven't seen these two people yet, so I can't be sure for the time being."

"Then do it again."

Boyd said.

Locke nodded, held the heart of the dream, and silently said again, "Let me enter Rebby Bilal's real dream."

After three times, Locke fell into a deep sleep.

His consciousness entered Rebby Bilal's dream again.