Becoming a God by Raising a Witch

Mrs. Nasreen is a relatively wealthy resident of Old Tom's apartment. Although she is a tenant, their home has a separate bathroom, two bedrooms, and a study room. This is all due to her death in the Kingdom War. husband and son.

With their pensions, Mrs. Nasreen and her daughter are doing well.

If her daughter hadn't gotten married last year, turning her into an empty nester, she would never have opened the door to let Locke in to use the bathroom.

Irene nodded slightly and sat on the sofa at Mrs. Nasreen's house.

Mrs. Nasrin brought baked biscuits and milk.

Erin took it without ceremony.

Black Cat Locke didn’t know whether the milk and biscuits came from Mrs. Nasreen’s own volition, or whether Irene had once again used the method she used in Dier’s black market.

He jumped to the sofa without ceremony.

That's right, after unremitting efforts, he has reached 180 in body coordination proficiency, and can skillfully use bouncing, walking on the same hands and feet, and backflips.

If you fail to climb onto the sofa two or three times, you will definitely be carried up by Mrs. Nasreen.

Sure enough, Mrs. Nasreen carried the black cat Locke onto the sofa and generously handed him a small biscuit.

Erin was drinking milk and eating biscuits at this time, frowning slightly. Obviously the biscuits didn't taste as sweet and delicious as they looked, but she could barely accept it.

"There are many kinds of witches in this world. They have different abilities and can reach a very high level in certain aspects."

"For example, the Desire Witch can control people's desires. She can flexibly control the seven desires of arrogance, jealousy, rage, laziness, greed, gluttony, and lust. But if you want to become the Desire Witch, you must sell your soul. To the devil, they often sign a contract with the top devil, and once they die, their souls will be devoured by the devil."

In return for Mrs. Nasreen's generosity, Irene told all the true information about the witch.

Locke's eyes were shining, just like a sponge, constantly absorbing knowledge in the field of mysticism.

"Weather witches can control the weather. If there has been heavy rain in a city for more than two months, then there must be a weather witch. They rely on extreme weather to create disasters. Disasters are the source of all witches' power."

"There was once a weather witch named Antonia who caused heavy rains in Lorea for half a year, causing the entire city-state to be flooded. A total of 500,000 people died. She also became a demigod in that disaster. ”

Mrs. Nasreen looked at Irene in surprise, "Why have I never heard of Loreamon?"

Irene said calmly, "Because it has disappeared, and its record only exists in a book called "The Witch's Apocalypse". This book records many witches. Madam, it's time for me to leave."

Erin had already eaten all the cookies and drank all the milk.

She stood up and made the courtesy of raising her skirt to Mrs. Nasreen.

Mrs. Nasreen left the sixth floor with a confused expression.

Locke followed behind and said cursingly,

"Miss Witch, you are now inhabiting the body of a gentleman. Please don't behave strangely next time."

"Oh, sorry, I forgot."

Erin said calmly.

Locke nodded his furry cat head and followed Eileen's footsteps.

"Can you lend me "The Witch's Apocalypse" to read?"

Chapter 39, The Secret of the Funeral

When Locke woke up again the next day, he was back in his own body.

Hannah was worried about Wei Na and walked out of the bedroom with thick dark circles under her eyes.

Locke made a warm breakfast for her, which was still flavored mashed potatoes made from potatoes.

Erin also returned to her body again and tasted the food made by Locke.

Simple ingredients but wonderful flavor, Erin began to like potatoes.

【Ding! Feeding the witch was successful! 】

[Randomly obtain an ability of the witch]

【Getting it now...】

[Acute hearing: Your hearing has been improved. You can clearly hear what others are talking about within a range of 100 meters. 】

[Road to advancement: After hearing 1,000 secret conversations, you can be upgraded to a secret peeper]

[Secret Peeper: Able to hear other people's voices and thus understand the secrets in their hearts. 】

[Due to repeated ability extraction, proficiency +100]

[Sharp hearing: 106/1000]

I drew the same ability again. Could it be that Miss Irene, who claims to be all-powerful, actually only has these few skills?

Locke looked at Erin suspiciously.

He decided to take some time to read "The Witch's Apocalypse" and find out what kind of witch Miss Irene belonged to.

Last night, the generous Eileen had promised to lend him the book, but she had not yet fulfilled her promise.

At the same time, Locke summarized the rule of proficiency bonus obtained by repeatedly drawing the same ability, which is about one-tenth of the base number. For example, [Witch Affinity] can be promoted by just chatting with 10 different witches. After repeated draws, the bonus will be directly +1 proficiency point, while [Hearing Acuity] and [Body Coordination], which require 1,000 secrets to be promoted, directly add 100 proficiency points.

Coupled with the 6 secrets he heard intermittently before, Locke's hearing acuity has now reached 106.

Hannah finished her breakfast, put on black clothes and a lady's hat,

"Locke, I'm going to Weena's funeral. Do you want to go with me?"

"certainly."

Wena had been to Hannah's house several times and had a good relationship with Locke, so Locke felt that he should go too.

Hannah nodded slightly and waited for Locke to put on his coat, and the two left the apartment together.

Along the way, Hannah was in a very low mood, and Locke didn't know how to comfort her.

Wena's funeral was held by a small funeral home. Her family was much better off than Hannah's to afford such a decent funeral.

Wena lay in the coffin, and many relatives and friends came to say goodbye and presented white roses.

Her face was not made up delicately, her golden hair was like withered weeds, losing its former luster, her fair skin was covered with thick blush, her body was stiff, and she was holding a bouquet of white roses in her hands.

Father Barnes of the Cathedral of Life stood in the front with golden leaves and read the eulogy.

Many of Hannah's acquaintances came to the funeral, and most of the reporters and editors of the Koselk Evening News came.

Including Lloyd Harber, the editor-in-chief with rosacea and a fat body.

Hannah frowned instinctively when she saw him.

There were free drinks, beverages and desserts at the funeral. Locke took the black cat to find delicious food to feed her.

As a result, the black cat didn't eat anything, but Locke himself drank a lot of drinks, which caused him to go in and out of the bathroom frequently.

"Do you think Wena's suicide is related to Lloyd?"

"Shh, don't talk nonsense about this kind of thing. Do you still want your job?"

"Did you see Hannah just now? She looks so haggard."

"Yes, it's so pitiful. If I hadn't been married, I would definitely be willing to help her. Poor Hannah, she can't find a job and has to support a useless brother. Life must be very difficult."

Locke was in the bathroom and heard someone talking about his sister Hannah outside the door, so he pricked up his ears.

"It's impossible for her to find a news-related job. I really want to remind him, but I'm afraid that Lloyd will find out."

"Lloyd spread the rumors that she seduced her superiors and made fake news, which ruined her reputation. No newspaper will accept her. I hope she can get over it soon and find another job."

The two reporters from the Kosork Evening News were washing their hands and whispering to each other.

They didn't expect that such a low-decibel conversation would be heard by Locke in the bathroom.

At the same time, Locke also received feedback from the system, and the prompt of hearing acuity +1.

[Acuity of hearing: 107/1000]

It seems that hearing acuity must be heard by secrets to gain proficiency.

Locke remembered that the Lloyd they were talking about was the editor-in-chief of the Kosork Evening News, that is, Hannah's immediate superior.

Was Hannah fired because she offended the editor-in-chief?

And this editor-in-chief is probably related to Weina's death.

Hannah is usually warm and generous, how could she offend the editor-in-chief?

Locke could only think of one possibility.

Lloyd fell in love with his sister Hannah, but Hannah refused, so he held a grudge and not only fired Hannah, but also spread rumors and slandered Hannah, causing her to never find a job in the relevant field again.

Lloyd's purpose in doing this was probably to make Hannah cry and beg him.

What a disgusting bastard.

Locke left the bathroom and returned to the funeral.

Picky eater Irene finally found food she could swallow, bright cherry pie.

Unfortunately, just as she stretched out her claws and wanted to grab a piece, she was picked up by Locke.

Locke picked up the cherry pie and handed it to Irene.

The result showed that the feeding failed.

Well, it didn't work if it wasn't something I made.

I must make sugar after I go back!

Carry some candy with me!

This is a good way to solve the problem once and for all.

Locke saw the cherry pie and got the inspiration to make candy.

Locke looked around, but didn't see Hannah, so he could only ask the familiar person next to him, Ari.

"Ari, have you seen Hannah?"

"She went to the dense forest over there with editor-in-chief Lloyd."

Ari pointed to the east of the cemetery.

Locke thanked Ari and immediately took two steps at a time, quickly heading east, and pricked up his ears to catch Hannah's voice.

A moment later, Locke heard Lloyd's conversation with Hannah.

"Hannah, how is it, do you regret it, do you want to go back to Koselk Evening News?"

"Can I still go back?"

"Of course, as long as you agree to be my mistress, the door of Koselk Evening News will always be open to you."

"Lloyd, I won't agree to you."

"Haha."

Lloyd sneered, "Stupid Hannah, don't you realize that you have been looking for a job for so long, and no newspaper is willing to accept you?"

Hannah gritted her teeth and stared at the fat-headed Lloyd angrily.

"It's because of you!"

"Yes, it's because of me. If you don't agree to me, I will cut off all your ways of life. No matter how talented you are in journalism, you will never be able to make a name for yourself. You can only be a rat in the sewers in the Pet District and live in the slums."

Lloyd smiled with a distorted expression, and Hannah was so angry that she trembled all over.

Snap--

A loud slap hit Lloyd's face.

Lloyd and Hannah were stunned.

Hannah looked at Locke who suddenly appeared, and her eyes instantly turned red.

Lloyd covered his swollen left face and pointed at Locke angrily,

"Damn it! You slum bug, how dare you hit me!"

Locke looked at him coldly and uttered a clear word in his mouth,

"roll!"