Becoming a God by Raising a Witch

Lucy analyzed the traffic problems in the East and West Districts for the young ladies.

"If it hadn't been for Uncle Compass, I probably wouldn't have gone to the West District so many times, but thanks to this incident, I learned that there are many people in the West District who work in the East District, and they need to take a long ride every day. Moreover, if you miss the bus, you will be very passive, and the transportation expenses back and forth will be quite a lot. If you have bicycles, believe me, more people will get suitable jobs. Not only will the middle class not feel unseemly, but they will also be very If you are willing to pay the bill, bicycles will become a trend. If the royal family who pursues the trend can experience it first, even you will rush to buy bicycles by then. "

Lucy's words made Judith and Madam Malvina a little moved.

However, although they have noble titles, they do not have as much cash at their disposal as Lucy. They cannot sell their private lands or properties, which would damage their dignity.

Locke was also slightly stunned. He didn't expect that Miss Lucy, who was very generous with her money, was originally very sensitive to numbers. She knew the wages of workers, the cost of commuting, and a lot of economic knowledge.

Her generosity was entirely out of her kindness, not because she was some ignorant young lady.

This made Locke's favorability towards Lucy increase a lot.

It seems that choosing Lucy as a partner was the right choice.

"Then I also want one share. If 666 Gold Mick is one share, I can buy one share."

"Then I want two shares."

"Give me some, too."

Eventually, in the small circle, there were three women besides Lucy who were willing to invest.

They are Judith, Lady Malvina and Miss Jennifer.

Locke received the equivalent of 22,664 gold in the first round of angel investment, and he decided to go back and ask his old classmate Lebua Liddell to re-draw the contract.

Both Lebua Riddle and her own shares can be given away. Since Lucy trusts her so much, there is no reason for her to suffer. She should become the first shareholder of this bicycle company.

Sigurd, whose hands were tight, was also a little moved, but he didn't even have enough for daily expenses and couldn't invest at all. He could only envy the rich women around him.

"Locke, I'm here to bring you a wonderful experience, but you're trying to attract business. It's really not romantic at all."

Sigurd complained softly in Locke's ear.

Locke shrugged and whispered back, "No, I think this moment is wonderful."

He finally understood why some people desperately wanted to squeeze into the upper class, where information and ideas could be turned into money the fastest.

This is the same reason that rich people always make money easier than poor people.

"Locke Belmont."

A cold voice sounded from behind Locke. He turned around and saw Rhaenys in a gorgeous dress.

Seeing the black-haired director in a dress for the first time, even Locke was stunned.

Next to her stood a beautiful girl whose temperament and appearance were not inferior to hers.

The girl has long silver curly hair, delicate facial features, and fair skin. She wears a valuable sapphire necklace on her slender neck. She wears a three-layer pleated long skirt with floral prints. The long skirt is decorated with lotus lace and pearl chains, which is gorgeous. Dazzling.

Her little face was raised slightly, exuding a haughty temperament, as if no one here could make her look at her.

This is a very superior woman.

Locke suspected that she was the arrogant and arrogant princess Frieda in Sigurd's mouth.

She is indeed proud of her capital. Her appearance is already higher than that of most women, coupled with her noble status.

"The most dazzling pearls of the whole party are gathered because of you, Locke, I really envy you."

Sigurd said with a smile, and then respectfully saluted Princess Frieda.

Lucy and others also raised their skirts and saluted Princess Frieda. Women's etiquette is different from men's. In addition, they have titles and do not need to kneel.

In fact, Lucy belongs to the new aristocracy. Her father, a grain tycoon, was awarded the title of earl a year ago.

Locke also followed Sigurd's example and made the same half-kneeling salute.

Princess Frieda saw Locke's appearance, and she took the initiative to extend her hand.

After Sigurd's reminder, Locke took Princess Frieda's hand, put his lips close to the back of her white fingers, and touched it gently.

Frieda withdrew her hand with satisfaction, still raising her proud head.

Rhaenys smiled at Locke,

"I leave Princess Frieda to you, you can chat."

Locke always felt that the director didn't want to deal with the arrogant princess, so he brought her to him.

"Since Her Royal Highness the Princess has something to do with Locke, let's go dance first."

Judith suggested, taking Lucy's hand and entering the dance floor.

Lucy wanted to say something to Locke, but Judith stopped her.

"Don't mess with Princess Frieda. Don't you see that she is interested in Locke?"

"But."

Lucy looked back at Locke worriedly, and Judith whispered into her ear,

"Don't worry, no one can tolerate Princess Frieda's temper. Locke will eventually come back to you. You are one of the most perfect marriage partners in the eyes of all men in Kosolk."

Lucy's cheeks were slightly red, "Locke and I don't have this kind of relationship."

"Don't you want to?"

Judith asked.

Lucy's cheeks turned redder, "Of course, we are just friends, Judith, you won't be able to get married in the future."

"Little Lucy, don't worry about me. My aunt is already looking for a suitable fiancé for me. He must accept my personality that I like to attend dances."

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[Sharp hearing +1]

Sigurd successfully took Lady Malvina's hand and entered the dance floor, and several other ladies also said goodbye to the princess and Locke.

Rhaenys hid her achievements and fame, and turned around to negotiate with the people in the church.

Locke found that there was no contradiction between Rhaenys's identity and the church, and they got along well. She was chatting with a bishop in robes.

The bishop has a beautiful white beard and deep blue eyes. He looks to be at least 50 years old.

I don't know why, even if Locke uses his keen hearing, he can't hear clearly what they are communicating.

This distance is obviously within 100 meters.

Could it be that they used some means to block eavesdropping.

Locke felt that Rhaenys was becoming more and more mysterious.

"Listen to Rhaenys, you will help me find my Suad. That's why I'm here."

The proud Princess Frieda said.

"Your Highness, please rest assured, I will do my best to find Suad."

Locke thought that if he couldn't find it, he would wrong Jerry and let him pretend to be Suad. When he got the merit, Jerry would find it and go home on his own.

"If you can't find her back, kneel on the ground and be my dog ​​for a month."

Frieda liked Locke's appearance and thought it would be interesting to have such a person kneel and crawl in front of him.

Locke sweated, his colleagues from the Abnormality Bureau had really guessed it.

The corner of his mouth twitched slightly, and he forced out an awkward but polite smile, "The Sixth Magistrate Court is at your service at any time."

"Don't think you can fool me by saying that. I mean the dog on the leash lying in front of me."

A hint of cunning flashed in Frieda's eyes. Locke had also seen this expression on Irene.

Speaking of which, Princess Frieda and Irene both have silver hair, which is a rare sight in Kosolk.

Could it be that Irene was also a former member of the royal family?

Locke was thinking wildly and felt that this princess was at least a bit similar to Irene.

If it were Sickert, he would probably be honored to say at this moment, "I hope it is in the bedroom, of course if it is in the back garden, I don't mind."

But Locke couldn't say such a thing.

Well, he wants face.

Unless the noble Princess Frieda is willing to wear a maid uniform.

"I believe that Suad will not want anyone to take its place. When you have this idea, it must have already started running towards the palace and can't wait to rush to your feet."

Locke said calmly.

Princess Frieda nodded slightly, "Okay, I will give you two days to find Suad, who is impatient, otherwise you will replace him. Don't worry, I have always been kind to my dogs."

"hehe, ok."

Locke laughed awkwardly.

Princess Frieda turned and left proudly, leaving only Locke's back.

She didn't like to waste words with little people, and in her eyes, Locke was just a good-looking person.

He has neither a title nor any extraordinary achievements.

Princess Frieda did not stay long at the ball. She hated the men who fawned over her. These people all wanted to be her princes and wanted to use her to ascend to the throne to get in touch with her superior princess.

In fact, Queen Katerina is not her mother, but her eldest sister.

The previous king had no sons and only four daughters.

Two of them had died, leaving only Katerina and Frieda.

Relying on her sister's favor, Frieda was lawless and often made big news.

Once, because he couldn't stand the beard of a certain minister, he cut off his beard with scissors, causing the minister to suffer from depression.

Locke looked at the princess's back and slowly breathed a sigh of relief.

"What did the princess just say to you?"

A well-dressed blond man walked over, his eyes filled with the emotion called jealousy.

"I heard, the princess asked him to be her dog."

Another hook-nosed man said, holding up a glass of red wine.

Locke, who originally didn't intend to talk to the red-eyed dog, had to respond to them,

"Actually, I'm an investigator who took the princess' case to find a dog for her. You heard me wrong."

"No need to quibble, I heard you clearly. He is such an enviable guy. I also want to be the princess's dog."

The blond man said without hesitation.

Locke smelled a complex smell from him, various perfumes mixed with the smell of heather. Could this man have been facing the princess's back just now...

Looking at his kidney-deficient look, Locke confirmed his suspicion.

The wretched idiot took the initiative to introduce himself and said that he seemed to want to get acquainted with Locke to gain a channel to become the princess's dog.

"I am Giamarco Barty, the second son of Viscount Barty. What about you, lucky man?"

Chapter 89: Honesty

The man with blond hair, blue eyes, sunken eye sockets and fair complexion in front of him is Giamarco Batty, the second son of Viscount Batty, and the other hook-nosed man holding a red wine glass is the second son of Baron Leanne Keith. .

Both of them were prodigal sons of the old aristocracy who did not have the right to inherit the title, but could receive a portion of the family property. They spent their days attending various dance parties and the Rose Theater.

Their bodies have long been hollowed out by contraband and women, their steps are erratic and their eyes are unfocused.

Locke didn't want to have too much communication with these two prodigals who wanted to be the princess's dogs, but he couldn't ignore them completely, which was impolite.

"I am an investigator of the Sixth Sheriff's Court."

Locke didn't say his name, not wanting to be remembered by them, and found an excuse to slip away.

He heard the two people's comments on him behind his back.

"How could this little sheriff sneak into a ball of this level?"

"It seems that their chief has made efforts in the North, and they all followed the chief."

"I really don't understand, this woman Renis can come alone, but she has to bring so many people, making it like a private party of the Sheriff's Court."

"Shh, don't mention that woman."