Becoming a God by Raising a Witch

"Xiao Ai, when will you recover?"

"I don't know, maybe a day, maybe a week, maybe a month, maybe even a few months."

Countless Erins answered at the same time.

"Well, you'll scare people if you go out in this state. It's best for you to stay in your room until you recover."

Locke suggested.

"Of course, I'm right here and I'm not going anywhere."

The pieces of meat in the air turned into petite Irenes, some only the size of a thumb, and some the size of a fist.

They climbed onto Locke in unison, as difficult as climbing Mount Everest. Some even fell to the ground and broke into two Erins.

There is something funny about this scene.

"Are you okay?"

Locke bent down, picked up two little Erins from the ground, and put them in his hands.

"It's okay, thank you, Locke, it's just that your face suddenly became very big, and I'm a little uncomfortable with it."

Erin's voice also became childish, which made Locke think this was a very magical thing.

"Yes, can you become like me?"

Both Erins asked questions at the same time.

Locke took down the little Irene who was pulling his hair, put it on the sofa, and shook his head, "I'm afraid not."

After saying goodbye to everyone, Locke walked out of the room.

Then he discovered that there was another one in his pocket.

"Don't mind, I'm Shelia, we've met."

Erin, who called herself Shelia, winked at Locke.

Locke immediately sent her back to the room and closed the door.

The main reason is that Irene is afraid that a piece of her body will be missing when she recovers. It is definitely not that they are noisy.

…

Katerina Castle in the Queen's District of Kosolk.

After listening to the report of the witch of the Black Rose Organization, Katerina stood up from the throne angrily.

"Bronya Peters betrayed me."

"Yes, it was Your Excellency Bronya. She killed our companions, and her condition was a bit..."

The witch Ina who reported the report hesitated to speak.

"explain."

Katerina's eyes were cold.

"Is it out of control?"

The eldest maid Maura MacMillan asked, in her opinion, Bronya Peters was absolutely loyal to Katerina. If she had not lost control, how could she betray Her Majesty the Queen and kill so many fellow witches? ?

Ina shook her head, "It's not that she's out of control. Her consciousness is very clear. It's her physical condition that's abnormal. She seems to be unable to feel pain. Her state is like that of an undead."

"Undead?"

Katerina and Maura MacMillan thought about the rainstorm at the same time.

I thought of the abnormal weather, the possible resurrection of the weather witch Antonia, and the demigod-level necromancer.

"Bronya Peters did not bring Locke Belmont back, but instead attacked the Black Rose Organization. It must be because she encountered a demigod-level necromancer when she was on a mission. The wizard relied on Antonia's power. , killed Bronya Peters, transformed Bronya Peters into his undead knight, and ordered Bronya Peters to kill her fellow witches.”

Maura MacMillan expressed her suspicions.

This is also the best explanation so far.

Katerina nodded slightly, "It seems that the demigod-level necromancer is coming for me."

"Your Majesty the Queen, I just saw this at the gate of the palace."

The witch Sharona Bergman hurried over, holding a letter in her hand.

The letter was addressed to Katerina personally.

Sharona Bergman opened the envelope and respectfully handed the letter to Her Majesty the Queen.

Katerina frowned slightly.

[Queen Katerina, the Church of Knowledge greets you. Tomorrow morning at 8 o'clock, an explosion will occur in a certain alchemical church, and the shadow of death will envelope the whole city. This is the price you pay for plagiarizing knowledge. You who support a group of plagiarists, Deserves to be punished. ]

Katerina handed the letter to the maid Maura MacMillan, "Notify the church and find these lunatics for me."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

Maura MacMillan lowered her head and said, holding the letter and exiting the hall.

Sharuna Bergman looked at Ina, who was still kneeling on the ground, and asked, "Ina, how many companions have we injured?"

"20 witches."

Ina lowered her head and said, "The most important thing is that she also took away the witch's heart."

Katerina let out a long breath,

"Is it Irene Mostia, has she finally appeared?"

Queen Katerina has always believed that the artificial witch Irene Mostia, created from the cells of her own soul, is still alive.

She just didn't expect that Irene Mostia would actually get involved with the despicable necromancer.

"Eileen Mostia, I didn't expect that you have abandoned your pride, like a rat hiding in a dark sewer, and partnered with a necromancer that exudes the smell of decay. This really surprises me."

Katerina muttered to herself and picked up a glass of wine.

Igor West, a scholar from the Alchemy Sect, stood beside her and asked with a smile, "Do you need to speed up the creation of the third batch of witches? This may increase their pain and probability of losing control."

"Just proceed according to the original plan. Neither the lunatics from the Knowledge Sect, nor Irene Mostia, nor the demigod necromancer can stop my plan."

Katerina's inner anger has been replaced by joy.

She had been looking for Irene Mostia for a long time and finally had a clue.

If she can make herself complete, she won't care even if she loses 20 witch hearts.

Moreover, if Irene Mostia eats those witch hearts, it will be good for her. When she merges with the clone, she will automatically gain those powers. Isn't this equivalent to being swallowed by herself in advance? Yet?

"Your Majesty, what needs to be done with Locke Belmont?"

Julie Townsend asked.

"I don't have time to take care of him at the moment. Let Rhaenys watch her own people. If he shows any abnormality or comes close to any witch around me, he will be executed directly."

Katerina said in a cold tone.

Although she has normal desires, she will occasionally lose consciousness and feel excited when she sees Locke Belmont.

But this little excitement is nothing compared to her great career.

Anyone who hinders her success will only become a stepping stone.

Julie Townsend nodded and asked the servant to convey the Queen's will.

…

The next day, the warm sun rose again.

The soft sunlight caresses the towering church and bell tower of Kosolk.

The white dove flew lazily in the sky, and finally landed in the square, poking at the bread crumbs on the ground.

The girl who fed the pigeons played with the boys until the pigeons were scared away by a tall man in a sheriff's uniform.

Sigurd hurried to work at the Alien Bureau, because the recent expenses were too high, so he gave up the idea of ​​riding a carriage.

At the intersection, he met Robson, who was no longer lost, and the two exchanged greetings.

"Senior Sigur, good morning."

"Robson, morning, have you seen Locke?"

"No, have you seen Angela?"

"nor."

"Let's go, maybe they are all in the Abnormal Bureau."

The two walked into the Strange Bureau together and saw Boyd, who was always crying.

"Boyd, have you seen Locke?"

Sigurd asked again. He heard from a friend of the guard on duty in the palace that Locke seemed to have angered Her Majesty the Queen, so he was worried that he would never see his colleague again.

"I didn't see it. I think he is probably still in the director's bed. During the vacation, he will come over every night."

Boyd, who has been staying in the Abnormality Bureau library, said.

When Sigurd and Robson heard this, their jaws dropped to the ground in shock.

"What did you say? Locke and Rhaenys?"

Sigurd couldn't believe it, and at the same time his teeth were chattering with envy.

He has been in the Extraordinary Bureau for so many years and has coveted Rhaenys's beauty for a long time. Unfortunately, he has never had the opportunity to kiss her. He can't even think about that kind of thing. If Rhaenys finds out, she will send you to see the goddess in a minute.

Fortunately for Locke, he had only been in the Abnormal Bureau for a short time, but he had already advanced to Rhaenys's bed.

This speed is simply unmatched.

Robson blushed and asked, "Will Locke and the Director get married soon?"

"What are you thinking? How can men like us get married easily?"

Sigurd straightened his tie, "Believe me, Locke and Rhaenys are just playing for fun. If they are not serious, there is no way he can marry the director."

"The director's heart belongs to Her Majesty the Queen, so it is naturally impossible for him to marry Locke."

Boyd said calmly.

At this time, the clones of Rhaenys and Locke, the core figures discussed by the investigators, got up from the bed.

"Next time, I hope it will be the real body."

Rhaenys said.

"Actually, I'm three times stronger than my true self. If I can't satisfy you, then my true self will be even less capable."

Ming is still very proud of this aspect.

"is that so?"

Rhaenys always feels that the original body is more attractive. After all, what is not available is the best.

She put on her clothes and opened the window. A white dove was standing at the door of the window.

"Her Majesty the Queen has said that she has been very busy recently and has no time to take care of Locke Belmont. Please keep an eye on your own people. If Locke Belmont comes into contact with any witch around her, kill him immediately."

The white dove speaks human words.

Rhaenys nodded and caught the dove in, "Next time you speak to me so arrogantly, I will stew you."

"I was wrong, Lord Rhaenys."

The dove flapped its wings and begged for mercy.

Rhaenys let go of the white pigeon and walked to Ming, "You can go back and tell him that he came to work."

"Yes, my Rhaenys."

Min got dressed and left Rhaenys' bedroom.

The clone brought the good news back to the manor. Just as Locke guessed, the Queen should have received a letter from the Church of Knowledge and had no time to pay attention to herself for the time being.

Locke successfully returned to the Abnormality Bureau and took Angela back with him.

The minor crisis has been temporarily resolved.

At noon, Rhaenys called a meeting of all investigators.