Becoming a God by Raising a Witch

She didn't want to attend this kind of dinner, it wouldn't be very embarrassing if she met an old acquaintance.

"Okay, then I have to face it alone."

Locke sighed and put on his hat.

Hannah walked up to him and straightened his tie.

"Look, how can such a handsome young man not have a female companion? I believe you will win the favor of many girls at this dance, but you are not allowed to stay out overnight."

"Of course, there is a cute cat waiting for me at home, and we want to share the warm sofa together."

Locke said with a smile.

Sweat broke out on Hannah's forehead, and she silently glanced at the proud black cat, and then at her handsome brother.

"When chatting with a girl, never tell the secret of your conversation with the cat."

Locke waved goodbye to his sister Hannah and black cat Erin.

There were no telephones in this era, which was really inconvenient. In order to fear that Hannah would worry, he deliberately spent dozens of kilograms of fare to go back to Old Tom's apartment.

It would be completely different if there was a phone.

Locke looked forward to the coming of the age of electricity and the industrial revolution to the electrical revolution.

I don’t know if I can become the second Russell if I join the Alchemy Church, but there is a high probability that I won’t. After all, it is a novel, and this is reality.

And he is not a real academic master. He only got a C in his graduation grade from the secondary vocational school, and he is considered by the teacher to be the student with the least practical talent. It is enough to see from these details.

Locke returned to the Abnormality Bureau wearing a tuxedo, a silk top hat, and a cane-shaped umbrella.

Sickert, Boyd, Robson and others were all dressed in decent tuxedos, changing their usual lazy demeanor. Even the drunkard Dimo ​​changed into a suit, but the stubble on his face still looked the same. It's a decadent uncle.

Angela put on the most popular rococo style dress. The skirt supported the layered skirt like a big lantern. She held a small umbrella in her hand, and her originally slender waist was narrowed. The abdominal belt is tightened tighter, and the long blue hair is curled more delicately.

She reached out and took Di Mo's arm and said with a smile,

"How about it?"

"Very beautiful, believe me, Angela, you will be the most beautiful little princess in the party."

"Di Mo, please don't say that at the dinner party. I will be laughed at by the real princess."

Angela raised her little face with a proud smile.

She obviously likes to be praised, but she has to show that she doesn't care.

"Angela, she is indeed beautiful and matches the Robson beside me very well."

Sigurd said with a smile.

Robson immediately blushed, "Senior Sigurd, please don't make random lady jokes."

"Robson, you need to exercise. Fortunately you will have a chance soon. We can go to the Rose Theater tomorrow."

Sigurd patted Robson on the shoulder and said.

Robson's face turned redder, "We are on a mission, Angela."

"No need to explain it to me, Robson."

Angela turned to look at Locke, "Where is your female companion?"

"As you can see, I don't have many friends of the opposite sex, especially ones I can attend dinner parties with."

Locke shrugged helplessly.

"Oh, that's it. It's a pity that I can't let poor Di Mo face such a complicated scene alone, otherwise he won't be able to cope with it."

Angela said calmly.

Di Mo nodded, deeply convinced.

"Sigur, you can't possibly have a female companion, right?"

Angela asked.

"Why do I need to bring a female companion? This will affect my ability to make new friends. There will definitely be lonely ladies or lonely ladies at the party. They will need gentlemen like me and Locke. Robson, you also need to learn and change. Get rid of your shyness, you don’t want to learn from Boyd, don’t develop like him, you will be doomed to be alone all your life.”

Sigurd put his hand on Robson's shoulder. The thin Robson was in sharp contrast to the tall and powerful Sigal, looking innocent and pitiful.

Boyd showed a dejected face to Sigurd and said lightly,

"I'll go to the casino with you next time."

"Boyd, I believe you will get better. What you need is a psychiatrist with superb medical skills. This little problem is really nothing. You will definitely be able to marry three wives and have four children in the future."

Siegel immediately changed his tune and gave Boyd a thumbs up.

Boyd, who was still crying, raised his hat slightly and nodded to Sigurd, expressing that he was quite satisfied with his blessing.

"Please don't confuse Locke with you. He doesn't have his father's fiancée to seduce."

Angela teased.

Why do I think you scolded both Sickert and me?

Miss Angela, are you polite?

Locke cursed, straightened his hat, and went to the party with his colleagues.

Locke was still guessing at the beginning whether everyone would use various weird objects to go to the Golden Rose Manor. As a result, the investigators had a surprisingly tacit understanding and all chose to take a carriage, which surprised Locke a little.

The party was held at the Golden Rose Manor, where semi-official cocktail parties, dances and banquets were often held.

The Golden Rose Manor belongs to the new aristocratic Duolun family and is open to the royal family and the government free of charge.

When Locke and his colleagues arrived at the gate of the manor, many luxury carriages were already parked here.

Sigur pointed to one of the ornately decorated six-horse carriages and raised his eyebrows at Locke.

"Lucky Locke, Princess Frieda is also here today. You need to meet your employer in advance. She is a great beauty. Her only shortcoming is that she is too arrogant and arrogant."

"Thanks for the reminder, I will try to stay away from her."

Locke wanted to attend the party peacefully and didn't want to attract anyone else's attention.

He is not the kind of person who likes to be in the limelight and knows that everything needs to be kept low-key.

Especially when facing many big shots.

In addition, it is not fun to attract the attention of an arrogant and arrogant princess. Maybe she will really let you be her dog.

"Don't worry so much. With your charm, you will be able to charm her."

Sigurd said with a smile.

“Then take the place of Princess Frieda’s pet dog Suard?”

Angela said.

Except for the person involved, everyone else laughed unkindly.

While the investigators were joking with each other, a golden carriage with eight horses slowly came forward. Everyone who saw the carriage had to bow their heads and salute.

Chapter 87, The Queen’s Crown

The name of this golden carriage is "The Queen's Crown". It was a birthday gift from the king to Queen Katerina when she was 13 years old, and officially declared her the heir to the kingdom.

It is said that this carriage was made when the Queen was just born and took 13 years to complete. This is the second carriage for the royal family built in 300 years. The carriage is 18 feet long (approximately 5 meters) and driven by 8 horses. Pulled by horses and weighing 3 tons, the whole vehicle integrates more than 100 parts that reflect the history of the Tumen Kingdom.

The wooden crown on the carriage is taken from the battleship "Goddess", and the wood panels used to make the panels come from the beams of the Saint-Bilol church that was destroyed during the Kingdom's war.

The carriage's lamps are made of fine crystal, and the intricate patterns on the carriage are painted by famous artists.

The carriage door handle comes from the Western Continent and is set with 13 diamonds and 120 sapphires.

The whole carriage is magnificent and dazzling no matter where it goes.

Every horse pulling the cart is a snow deer horse with York blood.

This kind of snow deer horse is all white, 3 inches taller than a normal horse, and has the giant antlers of a reindeer. It is twice as fast and powerful as an ordinary horse. It is a unique animal in this kingdom.

Because the number of snow deer horses is rare, only the royal family of Tumen Kingdom can own them.

Locke did not expect that even the Queen would come in person to this dinner.

When the crowd saw this carriage, they would move far away from the passage and stand on both sides consciously, without even needing guards to expel it.

The people who come to the banquet are all respectable people, and they naturally understand etiquette.

This made Locke vaguely aware that something was wrong.

If the queen comes to the banquet, then the investigators of the Abnormality Bureau can only act as bodyguards at best. How can they be qualified to bring female companions in?

Sure enough, the carriage drove slowly by without any intention of stopping.

In other words, tonight, there is another very important dinner that the Queen needs to attend in person, but she just happened to pass by here.

And in this party, the person with the highest status may be Her Royal Highness the Princess.

Through the curtains of the carriage, Locke vaguely saw a familiar profile.

But it just passed by in a flash, and Locke wasn't sure if he saw it clearly.

"Let's go, Locke, don't be in a daze."

Sigurd took Locke's shoulder and led him into the banquet hall of the manor.

The floor of the entire hall is made of colored marble, and the bright crystal chandeliers reflect golden light.

The walls are complete with murals depicting scenes of nobles on the hunt.

Many people have gathered in the hall, each holding a glass of wine, communicating elegantly, or whispering passionately.

Accompanied by the high beat of the music, each pair of dancing partners on the dance floor showed their unique style.

The ladies, wearing long satin dresses and luxurious jewelry, shuttled through the light like elves.

Men wear tuxedos, suits or robes, looking particularly majestic and solemn.

The faint scent of flowers in the air and the sound of the crowd laughing.

Amid the melodious music, the costumed waiters slowly shuttled between the guests with trays on which was placed the most popular fruit wine.

"It's so lively, Locke. Look, that's Lady Malvina, the wife of Baron Bean Thornburg. The baron is already 60 years old, and she is just 18 this year. I must do something for the baron."

Sigurd leaned into Locke's ear and said, "Of course, if you also like Mrs. Malvina, I will let you do it. I have enough choices. I will spend a romantic sleepless night here tonight."

Although Sigurd and Robson are partners, he usually prefers to communicate with Locke. Especially after hearing Mrs. Freya say that Locke likes witches, he feels that Locke is his kindred spirit.

Locke followed Sigurd's gaze and saw a young woman wearing a gorgeous dress in the crowd. She had thick curly hair, and her eyebrows seemed to have not yet grown. She had the youthfulness of a girl and the figure of a young woman.

Next to Mrs. Malvina stood a doll-like girl. The girl's long golden hair was like wheat waves, and her emerald-like pupils were shining with light.

It's Lucy Baker.

Unexpectedly, she also attended this party.

This was an unexpected surprise for Locke, because he was planning to find an investor as the third largest shareholder of the company.

Lucy's father is a good choice.

Of course, if Lucy can come up with 4,500 gold mills or even more, there is no need to find Mr. Baker.

"Let's go, let's go together."

Locke said to Sieg.

The investigators were slightly stunned, thinking that Locke was really bewitched by Sieg and wanted to seduce the baron's wife, Mrs. Malvina. The young woman didn't look special, except for her youth and plumpness.

Oh, no, when the old baron dies, she will have everything.

Angela's eyes showed contempt.

I didn't expect that I had misjudged Locke.

Handsome men are really unreliable.

Those who can make desserts delicious are even more unreliable.

"Haha, I have long felt that we are the same kind, let's go, my brother."

Sieg was complacent and walked into the crowd with Locke.

The other investigators had different directions.