Becoming a God by Raising a Witch

The chefs were talking, and when they saw Locke, they immediately put down their work and gathered around him.

"Locke, you weren't injured yesterday, were you?"

"Did you see Her Majesty the Queen being assassinated with your own eyes? What happened?"

Even old Rani put down his work and came over, looking at Locke curiously.

"I'm fine. There was indeed an assassination incident in the square."

"Go there in person and tell us the specific situation."

"Yeah yeah."

Three cooks surrounded Locke, hoping to hear some information.

As a person involved, Locke is definitely more truthful than what reporters reported.

"Okay, but I also have to make the Director's breakfast, otherwise I'll do it while I'm talking."

Locke shrugged helplessly, not expecting them to be so concerned about this matter.

For Rhaenys's finale, Locke plans to make Dutch waffles and French-style chicken drumsticks.

A combination of sweet and salty can make breakfast richer.

The first is a Dutch waffle with a crispy outer shell, a pudding-like filling and a rich egg flavor.

Locke washed his hands, put on gloves and a chef's hat, picked up a piece of solid butter, and put a weight on it, about 70 grams. He put the butter into the mold, and put the mold into the oven to bake the butter first.

"Yesterday, together with Her Majesty's personal guards and people from the church, we set out from the Queen's District, passed the Trey Bridge, and arrived in the West District. There were no accidents along the way. Everyone was welcoming us, and many people saw us Her Majesty the Queen was moved to tears."

As Locke spoke, he evenly mixed 165 grams of low-gluten flour, 320 ml of milk, 6 eggs and 60g of sugar together, poured them into an oven mold, and placed them on a baking sheet.

He bent down and controlled the oven temperature to about 220 degrees.

"Is Her Majesty the Queen really as beautiful as rumored?"

asked the little Graf.

Locke nodded, looked at his pocket watch, and remembered the time.

"Well, I need to bake it for 25 minutes."

Graf looked at Locke expectantly.

Locke responded in the affirmative, "Yes, Her Majesty is very beautiful."

"Ah, that's true."

Graf covered his chest and began to imagine that he was also there. Then he clenched his fists and said, "Damn it, who dared to assassinate Her Majesty the Queen?"

While waiting for the Dutch waffles to bake, Locke started making French hash browns.

He prepared 1 boneless chicken leg, 2 small potatoes, 3 rosemary sprigs, white wine, olive oil, black pepper, white pepper, garlic, salt and other seasonings.

"Locke, tell me, what happened after the team arrived in the West District?"

Fedor urged, Locke said,

"The people in the West End also welcome Her Majesty the Queen very much, but it is different when you arrive at the West End Square. There are huge crowds of workers gathered there. They are all workers who lost their jobs due to the closure of small alchemy factories. Their eyes are dull and completely lifeless. Like walking corpses, seeing Her Majesty the Queen, some of them even asked, why not use the Alchemy Act? "

Listening to Locke's description, Lao Rani, Fedor and others were stunned.

They seemed to see the numb faces of the workers.

Locke laid the chicken leg flat on the cutting board, pierced a clove of raw garlic on the silver fork, and pierced the chicken leg repeatedly, as if giving a massage to the chicken leg.

"Her Majesty the Queen gave a passionate speech, calmed their emotions, and told them that they could have jobs or go to the north to join the army. The recruits were paid very generously. Many people were very moved when they heard it. They began to shout long live Her Majesty the Queen. ”

"As expected of Her Majesty the Queen, I really want to hear her speech in person."

"I really envy those who can watch."

Locke ignored their sighs, lowered his head, looked at the chicken leg meat carefully, imagining it as Katerina's face.

Then sprinkle 1/2 teaspoon white pepper, 1/2 teaspoon black pepper, and 1 teaspoon salt evenly to season the chicken legs.

"The senior alchemist of the Alchemy Sect used a new burger machine and made a lot of burgers for everyone to share."

Old Rani frowned when he heard this, "It must taste terrible."

"No, the burgers were delicious. I ate one too."

Locke retorted.

Lao Rani, Fedor and others all showed shocked expressions.

Locke continued, "Just when everyone was immersed in the atmosphere of joy, the sound of explosions sounded!"

As he spoke, he washed the potatoes and cut them into thick strips.

He poured olive oil into a pan and heated it, put the chicken legs skin side down, and fried them slowly over low heat.

Fry until chicken skin turns brown, turn over.

"Starting from the end of the West End Square, in the blink of an eye, it exploded in front of Her Majesty the Queen. The Cardinal of the Life Sect used his shield to block the explosion."

Old Rani, Fedor and Graf all took a deep breath and turned pale with fear.

"Wait, how can a shield block an explosion?"

"Yes, is it a golden shield?"

they asked.

Locke omitted the part about superpowers and explained, "It's a special shield that can withstand the explosion. Unfortunately, the civilians were not so lucky. Some of them lost their legs, some lost their hands, and some lost their heads. There was blood everywhere on the ground, and there were cries and calls for help. It was a mess."

"Oh my God, it turned out to be like this."

"Too miserable."

Fedor and others sighed.

Locke put potatoes, garlic and rosemary in the pan and continued to fry them. He turned the potato strips over and pressed the chicken legs horizontally with a fork to heat the chicken legs evenly.

Fried until cooked, poured in white wine, and a burst of flames instantly rose from the pan. After Locke skillfully flipped the pan, the flames went out again, and everything returned to calm.

"Yes, they are so unlucky. They thought Her Majesty the Queen brought hope, but they suffered an unexpected disaster."

Locke shook his head.

"Locke, you can't say that. Her Majesty the Queen certainly doesn't want this."

"Yes, I saw in the newspaper that Her Majesty the Queen did a very good job of providing relief to these victims. Their families can all receive a large amount of relief."

Graf said seriously.

Locke continued to stare at his pan. When the white wine evaporated, he added 1/2 teaspoon of salt and 1/2 teaspoon of white pepper to season, and shook the pan to make the chicken legs and potato strips taste evenly.

"Yes, Her Majesty the Queen made compensation, but how can the dead enjoy it? If it were you, would you be willing to be blown to death and let your family get a sum of money?"

Locke asked Graf back.

"I... I don't want to."

Graf hesitantly said, "I still want to live a few more years."

"Everyone thinks so."

Locke shrugged, then took out the chicken legs and cut them into strips with a sharp Western knife with the skin facing down, and then placed them on a plate with potato strips, and finally put two fresh rosemary for decoration, and the French potato fried chicken legs were ready.

He rubbed his hands and looked at the time on his pocket watch. It was exactly 25 minutes.

He walked to the heavy and huge oven and took out the baked pancakes. The sweet aroma instantly filled the whole kitchen.

"Okay, my dear colleagues, don't disturb me to make breakfast for Lady Renis. Today's breakfast is very important."

"You have already done it."

Fedor said. He was still not satisfied and wanted to continue listening to Locke's story.

"No, I need to wait quietly for 10 minutes."

Locke said with a smile.

"Okay, okay, you should work too, otherwise those guys will starve."

Old Lani urged the other two cooks to work and stopped disturbing Locke.

Locke waited for 10 minutes, and the fluffy pancakes automatically flattened. He added fruits and powdered sugar to the pancakes for decoration, and got a Dutch pancake with good color, fragrance and taste.

Put the French potato fried chicken legs and Dutch pancakes together, and add a cup of coffee, this breakfast is perfect.

Locke carried the plate out of the kitchen, went upstairs, and came to Renis's office.

As usual, the black-haired director Renis sat at her desk processing documents.

"Director, today's breakfast is fried chicken legs and pancakes with potatoes. I hope you like it."

Renis looked up and saw Locke and the food in his hand.

Her eyes lit up slightly. She liked pancakes.

Renis picked up the fork and began to enjoy the food.

First, she put a pancake into her mouth. The pancake was crispy on the outside and soft on the inside. The sweetness was just right, which made her linger.

[Ding! Feeding the witch successfully! ]

[Randomly obtain an ability of the witch]

[Acquiring...]

[Shadow Control: You can control the shadow of a living creature within a range of 100 meters, making the shadow your slave, which can only last for 5 seconds. ]

[Advanced Path: Complete 1,000 shadow controls to upgrade to a shadow messenger. ]

[Shadow Messenger: You can control the shadows of all objects within a range of 200 meters, and make the shadows your slaves, which can only last for 5 seconds. ]

Chapter 169, the consequences of teasing a hunk!

Locke gained Renis's ability to control shadows, and his eyes lit up slightly.

Rhenis continued to enjoy breakfast, and when she ate the chicken leg, Locke finally received a reminder of a +1 favorability value.

[Ding! Feeding the witch successfully! ]

[Witch Favorability +1]

[Witch Renis Hill's current favorability is 100]

[Witch Renis Hill will do anything for you]

Finally, it reached 100!

Locke looked at Renis with joy.

Rhenis was slightly stunned. She remembered that she was enjoying the food just a second ago, but now she felt that the food on the plate was not fragrant, but the man in front of her looked very good and should be very sweet.

'Strange, why does Locke Bemon seem to be shrouded in the aura of a saint, why does he look so delicious? I really want to take a bite.’

Rhaenys’s inner thoughts were heard by Locke.

Locke raised the corner of his mouth. That’s it. With a 100% favorable impression, it’s inevitable that he would have some strange thoughts, such as Eileen hanging on his arm in the morning.

Black cat Eileen stood above Locke’s head, looking at Rhaenys vigilantly.

If Rhaenys pounced on her, she would attack without mercy.

After all, Locke had been marked by her, and this was a servant that only she could bite.

"Director, I have always wanted to say something, but I lack the courage. If you forgive me, I want to say it now."

Locke looked at Renis seriously.

Renis was slightly stunned, and her heartbeat suddenly accelerated.

'What? Did this kid take the wrong medicine? Could it be that he wants to confess to me? Although I admit that I am indeed very attractive, my heart only belongs to the noble Katerina, and I will never change my feelings. '

'Well, if he is sincere enough, I don't mind having a fleeting relationship with him, but I will not give my heart. I will always like Katerina. '

'That's good, Katerina won't fall in love with him because he is too special, right? '

'Why not let this kid indulge in meat and fish? The queen will not be interested in such a superficial man. '

In just a few seconds, Renis had an evil plan in her mind.