Becoming a God by Raising a Witch

"It's roast duck, Hannah, why are you back so late today?"

"Her Majesty the Queen is going to the West End, and we have to cover all aspects. We have been very busy recently."

Hannah told Locke about the editor-in-chief's meeting with everyone.

Hannah took off her thick coat, hung it on the coat rack, picked up a cup of hot black tea on the table, took a sip, and said mysteriously,

"It is said that Her Majesty the Queen is making a big move that day. Guess what it will be?"

"Are these unemployed workers allowed to enter the palace?"

Locke teased.

"puff--"

Hannah squirted out the black tea, "How is that possible?"

"Okay, no more joking, Hannah, I have something serious to talk to you about."

Locke walked over to Hannah.

Hannah looked at Locke in surprise;

"What's the matter?"

Chapter 151, Bud Bemon’s Diary

Hannah looked at Locke's rare serious expression and subconsciously stood up straight.

"Hannah, what were our parents like?"

Locke asked.

Hannah's blue eyes blinked, her thick eyelashes swayed slightly, she reached out and touched Locke's forehead, and after confirming that he was not hot or hot, she said,

"Locke, you haven't even forgotten your parents, right?"

As a time traveler, Locke's memory of his body exists, but it is very vague.

He only remembered that his father's name was Bud Belmont, a magician, and his mother's name was Joan Mancini, who was his father's assistant. The two of them used to work in the circus. If you don't look at the photos, even the two of them look alike. Can not remember.

The strange thing is that there seems to be no photos of the two of them at home. There is neither a family photo nor a single photo. It seems that they consciously want them to be forgotten.

Locke does not remember the original childhood memory, only the memory before his death is more vivid.

It was when he became seriously ill that Hannah insisted on taking care of his memory alone.

"Yeah, I don't remember."

Locke said directly that he was not worried that Hannah would doubt him.

After all, there are spells in this world that can make people forget. Maybe I have been cast a spell to forget my parents.

"Locke, you remember everyone in John's apartment. You remember every street, every alley, every store, every clerk's name nearby. You even remember when there are discounts and how to get them. You just don't remember your parents. Mom and dad will be unhappy if you do this."

Hannah pouted, complained to Locke, then pulled him to sit on the sofa and said patiently,

"My father is an excellent magician, and my mother is his assistant. They have been friends since childhood. It was my mother who confessed her love first, and my father fell in love. After the two got married, they soon had me, and then they had you. ”

"It doesn't sound like they're bad people."

"Of course they are not bad people. They used to help people around them, especially their mother. She was very kind and always distributed things at home to the poor. People who knew them said they were good people."

Hannah said seriously.

"Then why do they owe so much money and suddenly disappear."

Locke asked.

"I don't know this either, but my parents must have their own reasons, and I believe them."

Hannah touched her stomach, "I'm already hungry, can you wait until I finish eating, or talk while eating."

"good."

Locke nodded, and when Hannah walked to the dining table, she found that Irene had finished the entire roast duck.

Erin wiped her oily fingers with a napkin and smiled at Hannah.

"Sorry, it looks like you need to eat something else."

"I just saw a table like this."

Hannah gestured aggrievedly, failing to maintain her sister's persona and ladylike image.

Locke looked at the two of them angrily and amusedly, "I'll go to the kitchen and make some noodles for you."

"Okay, ketchup, not hot sauce."

Hannah reminded.

"good."

Locke went into the kitchen and made Hannah a simple pasta dish.

"Locke, have you noticed that Miss Rococo is really delicious?"

Hannah picked up the noodles and started eating in the kitchen.

Locke nodded, "Yes, she is very good at eating. She has always been very good at eating."

"I'm worried that you won't be able to support her in the future."

Hannah looked worried.

"Why worry about that, I can make her pay for the food."

Locke said.

"I thought you were going to say you'd work hard."

Hannah sighed.

"Let's go back to the topic we just talked about."

Locke leaned on the sink and looked at Hannah.

"Well, it seems that you have almost forgotten. Dad is a workaholic. He likes his magic career very much. He can perform many powerful magic tricks. More than ten years ago, it can be said that it was all the rage. Many magicians They came to ask Dad for tips, but they couldn't master it. Dad is a genius in magic. His signature magic tricks include water tank escape, transformation into a living person, and tightrope trapeze. In the year you were just born, Dad started from the circus in order to take care of you. You resigned from the group and became independent with your mother. It wasn’t until you could walk that your father continued to perform magic shows.”

Hannah recalled as she ate her pasta.

"Do you remember what circus it was?"

Locke asked.

"The Cross Rose Circus has been disbanded. It was disbanded 5 years ago and it was still in the newspaper. It's a pity. The people in the circus are very powerful. Whether they are fortune tellers or animal trainers, they were all my father's friends. ”

Hannah sighed.

"Can you still find any of them?"

"cannot."

"Did dad leave any magic manuals or diaries?"

"I keep all my parents' things. Come on, I'll show them to you."

Hannah finished the last bite of noodles, put down the plate, and took Locke to the study on the second floor.

Hannah lifted a box from the bottom of the bookshelf.

I blew the dust off the box and found that even though it had been cleaned when I moved, it still looked old.

Opening the wooden box, things belonging to Bud Bemon and his wife were neatly placed inside.

There are no photos here either, just various notes, books and diaries.

"Have you read Dad's diary?"

"Of course, during the time when Dad was missing, I watched it countless times, just hoping to find clues, but unfortunately there are no clues here."

Hannah hands Locke Bud Bemon's diary.

Locke opened the diary, which recorded the daily life of a magician from the time he was an apprentice until he became a well-known magician.

"This is less like a diary and more like a work note."

Locke sighed.

"Yes, dad is a workaholic."

Hannah reminded again.

Locke squatted down and searched in the box. Locke had read various old books before. There were no effective clues in them. At most, it proved that his parents liked reading miscellaneous books as much as he did.

Underneath the thick books was a green-covered notebook.

The notebook paper has turned yellow, but there is no writing on it.

A bookmark floated out of the notebook.

The bookmark was painted with intricate textures, a silvery texture that looked like a rune.

Hannah had never been exposed to the weird world, so naturally she couldn't see the abnormality in this bookmark, but Locke could see it.

He took his notebook and bookmarks out and found Erin.

"Xiao Ai, help me take a look."

Eileen chanted the spell on the bookmark, and the bookmark turned into a pen.

The pen began to write dragon language on its own in the notebook.

Locke and Hannah were stunned.

The well-informed Rebecca said, "It seems that your parents are not ordinary people. This is the recording pen of the Knowledge Sect, used to write secret diaries."

"Recording pen? Is it a strange thing?"

Locke asked.

"No, it's not a weird thing, just a one-time thing, similar to a charm."

Erin explained.

"It's amazing, it's the first time I've seen it."

Alice said excitedly that she also wanted to have such a pen to write down all her dissatisfaction. It would be better if it could bring the power of a curse.

Several people saw the contents hidden in the notebook based on the writing of the recording pen.

[I am Bud Belmont, born in the Herta Belmont family, a down-and-out aristocratic family. My talent exceeds that of most members of the family. My father believes that I can rebuild the glory of the family, but I have no ambition. Therefore, my handsome appearance allows me to receive preferential treatment from different women even if I am in financial distress. They come to me like butterflies. I have to say that the women in Herta are really open-minded. I only hope that my mother is not like this. Otherwise, I would most likely not be my father’s biological son. There is a saying in Herta that only by giving birth to a daughter can the family bloodline be continued. ]

Huerta? Huerta located in the northern continent! Unexpectedly, he was not a native of the Tumen Kingdom, but a Hurtah.

Locke was very surprised and continued to read with a frown.

[I met Mrs. Joanna today. She is really a charming woman, especially in bed. We spent a wonderful night together and agreed that next time we get together, she will also introduce her cousin to me. Her cousin was the sixth wife of the Earl of Const.

[Osana Stafford is the fiancée of my friend Spencer Slam. I have warned her not to betray Spencer Slam and try to seduce me. She always refuses to listen. There is no way. I had no choice but to punish her on behalf of Spencer Slam. It was indeed not her first time. Her first time was given to her cousin, which was really surprising. ]

[The Countess of Const smells really good, but she knows my father, so I decided to keep my distance from her. ]

[In order for me to change my mind and no longer be addicted to the gentle land, my father took me to join the Church of Knowledge. ]

[Big Sister Kavita Yaroslavich tastes really good. ]

Hey, hey, Bud Belmont, can you think of anything serious other than women?

Locke complained and looked at Erin.

Her expression remained calm, which made her feel slightly less embarrassed.

After all, this is a peek into Locke's father's diary.

"Bud Belmont seems to be a more interesting man than you, and at least very controllable."

Rebecca smiled and said, "Just use the beauty trap."

"hehe."

Locke sneered twice.

[I suddenly fell in love with magic and I wanted to be a magician. Kavita Yaroslavic said she would help me and make me a real magician. Real magic is witchcraft. ]

[I met a very attractive woman in the tavern. I don't know her name. I decided to wait for her in the tavern. I guess she is a witch.]