Becoming a God by Raising a Witch

They seemed to be very afraid of Rhaenys, the director of the Sixth Sheriff Court.

But he looked down upon little investigators like Locke.

This confirms from the side that Sigurd, who often attends such dances, must have a very rich family, otherwise he would not be able to integrate with them so quickly.

The party lasted until 12 o'clock in the evening, and the guests began to disperse and leave.

To Locke's surprise, Sigurd actually wanted to take the same rail train back with him.

Of course, this doesn't mean that Siegel lives in the West End. He just stops by and gets off at a stop in the East End.

"Aren't you going with Madame Malvina?"

Locke teased, Mrs. Malvina got into the Baron's carriage and left alone.

The corners of Sigurd's mouth raised slightly,

"Actually, we just had an in-depth communication in the back garden. Well, she couldn't let me go home with her. Her husband was a very stingy man. He was even so stingy that he couldn't hide it from Mrs. Malvina. Malvi Mrs. Na's behavior just now was like a drowning person grasping for life-saving straws. It's a real loss for you to give up her pursuit of Miss Lucy. "

"Well, I'm not pursuing Miss Lucy. We are not the kind of relationship you think."

Locke explained.

Sigurd winked at him.

"Okay, you like Miss Witch, I understand."

Locke was slightly startled,

"How do you know Miss Witch?"

"Hey, what Mrs. Freya knows is no longer a secret in the bureau, but we promise to only spread it within the bureau, and no one else will know. Otherwise, every investigator will be in danger."

Sigurd said frankly.

"But I haven't told Mrs. Freya that I like witches."

Locke said in confusion.

"Have you forgotten that application form? In fact, that form is also a weird thing. It is a weird thing owned by Mrs. Freya. Its name is the Table of Honesty, No. C134. As long as you write your name, the form will automatically appear. Give out your personal information and be absolutely honest.”

Damn it, what about my system? Has it been discovered?

Locke looked at Sigurd in surprise, with a hint of fear in his eyes.

"Don't be afraid. I was shocked when I first heard about it. This is a normal reaction. We are all people with secrets, but it is precisely because of this that we can become excellent investigators."

Sigurd said with a smile.

Locke is even less calm. Your secret and my secret may not be on the same level.

"Besides saying that I like witches, did Mrs. Freya say anything else?"

"Isn't this your biggest secret?"

The two looked at each other, and Sigurd nodded clearly.

"It seems that the Honesty Table is not omnipotent. At least it does not write down your biggest secret. Let me guess, are you a witch yourself?"

Sigurd touched his chin seriously.

Locke rolled his eyes, "That joke isn't funny at all."

"Then how do you explain that your hair is almost exactly the same as Shelia's? Well, she also said that you plagiarized her."

Sigurd asked.

"This is just a coincidence. You must have heard that besides witches, there are wizards in this world, right?"

Locke said calmly.

"Of course I know that Boyd, who taught you the occult, is a wizard."

After noticing Locke's surprised expression, Sigurd realized that Locke probably hadn't learned the weirdo system yet, so he didn't know that Boyd was a wizard.

"Okay, take your time in the future. It's best not to discuss this in the car. There are too many people."

"Well, even if you say it, no one will believe it, believe me."

Locke said firmly.

Because an elderly gentleman next to them was already looking at the two of them like crazy people.

What wizards and witches are you living in novels?

After Locke returned home, he did not immediately share the news with Hannah that he had found a suitable apartment today. He decided to check out the house Sigurd mentioned tomorrow before making a final decision.

"How was the party today? Did you meet anyone suitable for marriage?"

Hannah looked at Locke gossiping.

Locke shook his head, "If I want to compare with Hannah, I'm still a little behind."

Hannah covered her cheeks with her hands and said cooperatively,

"Really? I feel like my charm is fading recently."

"Why?"

"Because you look at Xiao Ai obviously more than me, and you are always whispering behind my back."

Hannah said seriously.

Locke's mouth twitched slightly, "Well, it's my fault. I shouldn't have ignored my charming sister just because of Xiao Ai."

"Don't interrupt, how about the party?"

Although Hannah did not go, she still had a glimmer of expectation in her heart, hoping that her brother would share his experience of attending the party for the first time with her.

"With endless drinks, wonderful music, non-stop food, and beautiful aristocratic ladies and ladies, it was more like a high-society dance than a party. I also met Her Royal Highness the Princess."

Locke said with a smile.

"Really? Is it the rumored very arrogant Princess Frieda?"

Hannah asked in surprise.

Locke nodded slightly,

"Yes, that's Princess Frieda. Well, it's getting late. Hannah, you have to get up early tomorrow, so go to bed."

"Locke, I've been waiting for you to come back, just because you let me go back to sleep?"

Hannah puffed up her cheeks. She wanted to hear more about Princess Frieda.

Unfortunately, Locke didn't intend to discuss this topic in depth, because if he couldn't find Princess Frieda's dog, he would become Princess Frieda's dog.

It's best not to let Hannah know about this, so as not to make her worry about herself.

"Where's Xiao Ai? Why can't I see her?"

Locke suddenly asked.

"Yeah, Xiao Ai used to go out during the day and go home at night. Why hasn't she come back today?"

Chapter 90, Snowstorm is coming

Hannah was anxiously looking for Irene at home. Locke sat on the sofa and said leisurely,

"Hannah, don't worry, go to bed, she will definitely come back tomorrow."

"Oh my God, Locke, it's so cold outside today. There will definitely be a snowstorm at night. If you don't find Xiao Ai, she will freeze to death outside."

Hannah frowned, pushed Locke up from the sofa, took Locke's coat from the coat rack, and put it on him,

"Hurry, put on your clothes, let's go find it."

Hannah usually showed that she was upset about Locke's conversation with the cat, but before the snowstorm came, she still cared about her cat, even though Xiao Ai had been in this family for less than a month, and she herself preferred clingy dogs.

Locke sighed helplessly, wanting to tell her sister Hannah that Irene would be fine at all, even if the siblings were frozen to death, she would not be frozen.

But this will undoubtedly expose Irene's identity as a witch.

Of course, there is a 90% probability that Hannah will not believe that the black cat is a witch lady.

The brother and sister put on their clothes and prepared to find the black cat before the blizzard came.

They first searched the apartment building, but found no trace of Irene, and then went to the street with lanterns.

After midnight, there was no one else on the street except the shivering homeless man.

The cold wind was howling, and the alley was full of wind, as if ghosts were singing.

The withered yellow leaves made a rubbing sound underfoot.

The weak light illuminated a range of two or three meters.

"Xiao Ai, Xiao Ai, where have you been?"

Hannah was wearing a coat and a blanket, and she shouted as she walked.

A homeless man suddenly rushed out of the alley. Women who go out at this time are often attacked by them.

Locke punched the homeless man in the face. After long-term training, the power of his punch was three times stronger than when he hit Kai, and it could knock out an adult's teeth.

The homeless man's face was deformed, he spat out a mouthful of blood, and his front teeth flew out.

Locke was quick-witted and took Hannah back, avoiding the attack of teeth and blood.

The homeless man covered his face, cursed with a painful expression, and rushed forward again to compete with Locke.

If he won, he could not only rob all the clothes on Locke's body, but also bully the lovely lady next to him and survive this winter.

If he lost, he would at most be injured and freeze to death at the street corner the next day.

The homeless man was a gambler, and he decided to take a gamble. In short, he had no future.

The blizzard was coming, and no homeless man on the street would hide and live until next spring.

With the mentality of a gambler, the homeless man launched a suicide attack on Locke again, turning himself into a beast, using sharp nails and teeth as weapons to bite Locke's clothes.

Locke kicked the homeless man away, endured the unpleasant stench on the homeless man, ignored the thick sores on his body, took two steps at a time, came to the fallen homeless man, knelt on one knee, pressed the homeless man's waist, and with a crisp click, the homeless man screamed and begged for mercy in great pain.

Locke stood up and patted the dust on his body.

"Go away."

Locke had no good feelings for this kind of homeless man who would attack women late at night.

Moreover, beating him was also a very torturous thing.

If he didn't want to expose his weird abilities in front of Hannah, he would choose to use his hair to attack remotely.

Hey, we clearly agreed to be honest, but now there are more and more secrets from Hannah.

Locke muttered to himself silently.

"Locke, are you okay?"

Hannah asked nervously. She didn't even see the homeless man's face clearly just now. She only saw a black shadow rushing out, which scared her.

"I'm fine. I've been training every day since I joined the Sheriff Court."

Locke raised his fist to show that it was very strong.

Hannah breathed a sigh of relief, but she felt heavy again when she thought of the lost black cat and the homeless people at the alley entrances who would most likely freeze to death on the street.

Locke released [Acute Hearing] and listened to all the sounds within 100 meters nearby to find Irene.

"Damn bitch, you actually let that fat sheep go! Don't you want to live?"

"Please, let him go, he's a good man."

"Okay, then I'll sell you to the cheapest Rose Theater, and you'll regret it."

"Even if I fall into the dirtiest hell, I won't sell him out."

"Let go of that lady."

Deep in the alley, the latest scam is still being staged, and some people are still being hooked.

The ones who don't sleep in the middle of the night are mostly drunkards who come out of the tavern. The poor drunkard will be stripped of all his belongings and clothes and thrown into the alley. If it weren't for Locke and Hannah, he wouldn't survive this night.

Locke took out his temporary sheriff's credentials and drove away the gang of scammers.

The gentleman, wearing a woolen coat, a half-high silk hat, holding a silver cane and a briefcase, and obviously drunk, blushed and thanked Locke and Hannah.