Becoming a God by Raising a Witch

Chapter 56: You will be healthier after going green

He learned and put it into practice now, and activated the [Long Hair Art] ability. His black hair quickly grew longer, and combined into two sharp swords, he stabbed through the clone of the witch Shelia who was controlled by Sigurd in the sky. .

Shelia screamed in despair, her eyes filled with disbelief and malice.

"How is that possible! You thief! Thief! Thief!!!! I will curse you!"

Shelia's body eventually turned into pink dust and scattered to the ground.

Sigurd, who was covered in injuries, also fell from the air. Locke caught him in time with his long hair, which prevented his butt from falling in half.

"Thank you, Locke, you are truly the best newcomer I have ever seen."

Sigurd stood up with difficulty and praised without hesitation.

If his eyes weren't so swollen that there was only a line left, he would have winked playfully.

"Senior Sigurd, something doesn't seem right."

Locke looked at the homeless people who had lost their souls all over the ground.

After the pink dust came into contact with the corpses, it did not feed their sucked souls back into the body. Instead, it gave birth to spores one by one on the surface of their skin.

"Newcomer, don't be nervous. This is where the trouble comes when you encounter a witch. Leave the rest to me."

Sigurd patted Locke on the shoulder and showed his iconic smile again, the sunlight reflected on his teeth, giving off a dazzling brilliance.

If his skin were darker, he could even endorse black toothpaste.

Locke cursed in his heart when he saw Sigurd take out a silver spell card with complex textures from his windbreaker pocket.

As he recited a complex spell, a green light burst out of the silver spell card, and the green light instantly covered a 100-meter surrounding area, shrouding the contaminated corpses.

Wherever the green light shines, green shoots sprout.

Even a small green bud grew on the tops of Sigurd and Locke's heads.

Sigurd immediately nervously pulled out Locke and the little life on his head, letting out an awkward laugh.

"Haha, you can't let this thing continue to grow, it will make a green grassland above your head."

The corners of Locke's mouth twitched slightly.

The spores on the corpses of homeless people on the ground stopped growing, and their skin was gradually covered with emerald green. Their bodies were like soil, covered with tender green buds. The buds swayed in the wind. If you look closely, You will find that they sway at exactly the same frequency, as if they are dancing in a group, weird and weird.

This scene looked even more terrifying than before when spores grew on their skin.

"Senior, what exactly is this?"

"This is a life purification technique. Don't worry, their bodies will soon be connected with the earth and become the most fertile soil in Kosolk."

Sigurd explained,

"The one we just dealt with is the Desire Witch. After her death, she will pollute a large area of ​​land, causing all non-living bodies here to only have the desire to mate, including those soulless beings who were once alive. If left alone, those The spores take over their bodies and start spreading contamination outwards."

Locke watched as his skin gradually turned green, and Sigurd, who was still chatting casually, felt inexplicably like the Hulk.

He lowered his head and looked at his exposed skin. Sure enough, his hands had turned green. Although there was no grass growing, he felt that photosynthesis was not far away.

"Senior, is it okay for us to be like this?"

"Haha, this is just a small side effect. It will only stay green for a day or two at most. We pulled out the parasitic grass in time. These green pigments can purify the dirt accumulated in our bodies. You will be healthier after being green."

Sigurd patted Locke on the shoulder, "Don't look sad. You are still handsome now, but your skin is closer to that of a Beloso man."

The Beloso people are people who live on the sea all year round. It is said that they are the descendants of human ancestors and fish. Their skin is unhealthy blue and their hair is blue like seaweed.

Twenty years ago, it was confirmed that they only looked like Smurfs because they lived at sea all year round and suffered from a special disease that reduced the red pigment in their skin.

Locke had seen relevant records in a magazine, and Sigurd recalled relevant memories.

Sigurd was in a good mood. Although he was beaten until his face was swollen and two ribs were broken, he successfully completed an A-level mission with the newcomers and received a lot of merit.

"Let's go back to the Strange Bureau. Newcomer, please help me."

"Uh, okay, Senior Sigurd."

"Just call me Sigurd."

"Sigur, you seem to have grown a tail."

Locke reminded him kindly.

Sigur looked behind him in confusion. Due to the battle with the witch Shelia, his clothes and pants were badly worn, and a piece of his butt was exposed, with green buds growing out.

"Damn parasitic grass."

Sigurd awkwardly stretched out his hand and pulled the grass off his butt, "It's easy to sneak in."

Locke gave Sigurd a strange look, and subconsciously reached out and touched his butt. Fortunately, he didn't have this strange thing like Sigurd.

"The worse the physical condition, the easier it is to be parasitized. If it were normal, I wouldn't have to worry about this ghost thing at all, but it can indeed purify the body's impurities.

"An old colleague had lung disease due to smoking. Well, he was almost at the stage of lung cancer. He was cured by parasitic grass. He was cheated for about a whole year and got a new life.

"Unfortunately, he died in the North when he was on a mission last time. He was too lustful and fell into the witch's honey trap. So, we must remain rational when facing the witch."

Siegel obviously wanted to change the subject and asked Locke not to pay attention to the parasitic grass growing on his buttocks.

Locke also nodded in cooperation, returned the ring that could avoid attacks to a certain extent to Sieg, picked up the things that originally belonged to him and fell on the ground, and helped Sieg, who was limping, away from the abandoned building and to the roadside.

The two called a carriage. The coachman looked at the two ragged green-skinned men and wondered if they had some unspeakable strange disease. He frowned and said,

"East District, 40 meters, not a meter less. "

Locke felt sorry for his newly bought clothes, which had obvious signs of damage, even though he had taken great care of them.

Superpower battles are hard to guard against, and he didn't even remember when his clothes were torn.

Of course, compared to Sieg, his situation was much better.

Sieg's current outfit was between a tramp and a beggar.

No wonder the coachman had such an expression.

Unfortunately, this area was remote, there were no rail trains, and even trackless trains would not pass through the Ceci area. Fearing encounters with robbery gangs, only brave coachmen often appeared here.

"Sorry, my wallet fell in the battle just now, and you have to pay the fare first, and you can reimburse me later."

Sieg said with a smile.

Locke wiped the sweat from his forehead, "That... Actually, I'm not a security guard yet. I'm here to apply for a job today."

"You must be kidding me."

Sieg looked at Locke with a serious expression,

"Well, with your professional ability, don't worry, you can start work today, and you can still reimburse me. "

Locke nodded and asked,

"How is the treatment for chefs?"

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Chapter 57, Cook or Investigator?

"Hahaha, you must be kidding, this is the funniest joke I have heard this year, newcomer, there are not many Kosorke people with a sense of humor like you, I admire you."

Sieg patted Locke's shoulder and almost laughed to tears.

His sense of humor is similar to that of Bedum, the son of the butcher shop owner whom Locke knew.

Locke silently took out a flyer, which said that a chef was being recruited with a high salary.

Sieg's smile froze.

Sieg, who was glowing green, felt like a clown.

This guy is really here to apply for a job as a cook!

I caught a cook to support the B-level mission, and the B-level mission was upgraded to A-level. I encountered the terrible Witch of Desire, and was finally saved by this cook.

"How can you, a cook, have so many weird things? Red crystals, candles, and hair that suddenly grew longer. "

Sieg asked in surprise.

Realizing that Locke's eyes were a little scary, Sieg swallowed his saliva for fear of being killed.

"Don't worry, the Abnormal Investigation Bureau will not confiscate the strange objects that originally belonged to you. It just needs to be reported. Even if it is confiscated, you will be given a high compensation."

Locke still did not answer.

Sieg's Adam's apple rolled and he swallowed his saliva again. He remembered the shrill scream of Shirleya when Locke's long hair suddenly pierced her body. He didn't want to become the second person to be pierced by Locke's hair.

"The treatment of chefs is still worse than that of investigators, but there are also 2 silver Mik per week."

"2 silver Mik?"

Locke's eyes lit up.

"Yes, the weekly salary of an investigator is 5 silver Mik. In addition, there are merits for completing tasks. These merits can be exchanged for Mik at the end of the year, or for strange objects or other resources. "

Siegel said.

The coachman wearing a felt hat looked at the two green giants suspiciously.

What strange things, the Bureau of Extraordinary Investigation, and long hair?

What nonsense are they talking about?

Although he didn't understand most of the content, Mick understood it.

"Are you going to pay or not? If not, don't stand in front of my carriage and chat."

The coachman suspected that the two were mentally ill and wanted to raise their own status. Would someone with a weekly salary of 5 silver Mick appear in the Ceci District?

"Can it be reimbursed?"

Locke confirmed again.

Siegel nodded and said with a firm look, "Yes."

Locke took out 30 Micks and handed it to the coachman,

"No more, if you want to go, go, if not, we will change a car."

The coachman received the money and immediately smiled, feeling that the green man in front of him was handsome.

"Okay, guests, come up quickly, we will go to the East District now."

"Send us to the Sixth Security Court. "

"So it's the honorable sheriff, no wonder he's here."

Without further greetings with the coachman, the two got on the carriage and headed towards the East District of Wells.

Along the way, Sieg was also very quiet.

Locke reminded Sieg to pull weeds from time to time.

The two arrived at the Sixth Sheriff's Court, and the quiet Sieg became active again.

The hall of the Sixth Sheriff's Court was still deserted, except that there was a short blond boy.

The boy was only about 1.5 meters tall, with delicate features, well-dressed, fair skin, and clear blue eyes.

He sat quietly in the waiting chair, checking the time on his pocket watch from time to time.

When he saw someone finally show up, he showed a happy expression.

The next second, he saw Locke and Sieg with green skin.

The boy's eyes lit up.

He stood up, took the letter of introduction, and walked towards the two people in ragged clothes.

"Hello, I am Robson Collins, a newcomer transferred from Yorkshire, and this is my letter of introduction."

"..."

Sieg took the letter of introduction and frowned and said,

"You are late."