Becoming a God by Raising a Witch

Locke also pushed a bucket of unknown dishes and followed the two senior cooks.

The black cat jumped on his shoulder.

Locke entered the cafeteria and saw a group of strong temporary workers. Instead of wearing purple sheriff's uniforms, they wore gray uniforms.

The group of people were talking and laughing, and when they saw the late cooks, they complained.

"Why does the meal start so late today? Could it be that the chef hasn't hired anyone yet?"

"Old Lani, if you move so slowly, shouldn't it be time to retire?"

"Look, isn't this a new face? Is it Old Rani's new apprentice?"

"Such a delicate and frail young man looks really good."

Two tall, muscular men whistled at Locke, but Locke chose to ignore them.

If they provoke again, Locke intends to send them on their way with a long send.

"Damn villains! Shut up, if you keep making noise, stop eating lunch and wait to eat my spit and excrement!"

Old Rani roared and opened the lid of the bucket.

The smell of mutton filled the entire canteen, and the temporary workers were also attracted by the smell and began to jump up and down.

They gathered towards Old Neil and others,

"It smells so good, Lao Rani, are you finally willing to change the cuisine? I finally don't have to eat potato curry today."

"Old Lani, let me have a taste."

"Get in line! You short-lived ghosts! Get in line for me! Otherwise there will be nothing."

Old Rani shouted at the top of his lungs. He didn't understand why the Sixth Sheriff Court recruited so many villains. In his opinion, these people were just shit that had no contribution to society.

Although Locke felt that Old Lani's words were a bit unpleasant, he felt it was inexplicably appropriate. The life bars above these people's heads were indeed very short.

There is a high probability that they are cannon fodder recruited by the Security Court. Certain strange incidents cannot be entirely handled by investigators. These cannon fodder are needed to open the way and test the situation in front, as well as provide necessary support.

Locke guessed this, and the black cat on his shoulder made a dissatisfied sound.

"What a stinky work environment."

"Well, that's true for places with a lot of men, but it's winter now, so it should be okay."

Locke muttered quietly.

"If you had a sense of smell like mine, you would realize that this place is a disaster."

"It can't be more disastrous than the sewers in Pate Block, right?"

Erin raised her head proudly and would never discuss this kind of topic with this man who had lived in the slums for a long time. His nose might have been broken long ago.

The usually gentle Fedor also became serious and shouted at the temporary workers around him,

“If you don’t wait in line, lunch will be cancelled!”

The rough-skinned and muscular bullies began to line up. They pushed and threatened each other while lining up, making the cafeteria look like a prison.

Locke found that those who were slightly thinner would basically be squeezed to the back.

Maybe these people are the desperate wretches and unlucky ghosts that Old Lani calls them.

The team was divided into three teams. Old Rani, Fedor and Locke were each responsible for distributing meals to one team.

When the mutton and soup in the vat were all gone, Locke felt a little sore in his hands.

This job is comparable to that of the school cafeteria aunt.

Old Rani's mouth twitched slightly as he listened to the admiration given by these temporary workers.

"Shit, you haven't tasted a truly delicious dish yet. When I restore 90% of the taste of this dish, I hope you will still be there by then."

"Old Lani, if it weren't for the explicit rule against hitting the cook, your head would have been shoved into your ass."

"Come on, shits, let's see whose asshole blooms first."

The grumpy old Rani had a quarrel with several dark-skinned big-muscled bullies, and in the end, old Rani came out on top. In short, these people did not dare to attack the cook.

Leaving the noisy canteen and returning to the kitchen.

Locke exhaled a breath, feeling the enthusiasm of the villains.

"Haha, Locke, you have to adapt as soon as possible. This is part of our job."

Fedor said in a good mood.

Old Rani touched his red beard and said seriously,

"Locke, you can't be kind to these villains. If you show weakness, they will bully you in the future."

"OK."

Locke nodded.

Old Lani, Fedor and Locke finished lunch in the back kitchen, and Locke's morning shift was over.

Georgia and Graf took over from Fedor and Locke.

Locke looked at old Rani curiously,

"Old Lani, aren't you going to rest?"

"I am the chef, and I must stick here all the time. You will know when you become the chef."

Old Lani revealed his intention to hand over the next head chef to the talented boy Locke.

Locke immediately waved his hand, "If you have to stay at your post all year round, I refuse. I need time."

"Well, this is indeed too harsh for a person who has not yet been in love and married. Maybe after I leave my job, Fedor will come."

"why it's not me?"

Georgia asked.

Old Lani pointed to his eye, "A person with only one eye is not qualified to be a chef. This is not a pirate ship."

"I don't argue with widowed people."

Georgia pushed up her blindfold and said.

Locke guessed that they would quarrel again soon, so he quickly left the kitchen and went to the investigator's office on the second floor to find Boyd. Locke needed him to issue a temporary certificate for himself.

Locke walked into the office and did not find Boyd. He only saw Angela, a little loli, curled up on the sofa and sleeping, and Di Mo drinking on another sofa.

Di Mo looked at Locke and said with a smile,

"Boyd left you a document on his desk, reminding you to go to the Fifth Security Court."

"Okay, I'll go right away."

"Oh, you brought the cat, but don't let the director see it."

Di Mo seemed very sober today.

Locke asked, "Why?"

"The director raised an owl that eats cats."

Di Mo reminded.

"So that's it."

Locke nodded, and the strange knowledge increased again. There was a witch who didn't like cats and raised an owl that ate cats. Was it to cover up her identity as a witch?

Locke took the certificate, left the Sixth Security Court, crossed a street, and came to the Fifth Security Court next to the City Hall.

After showing the relevant personnel the certification documents, a young sheriff took Locke to the shooting range.

The shooting range was large, but everyone had an independent shooting room, and the privacy was comparable to that of a shooting club. It was obvious that a lot of taxpayers' money was spent.

Locke didn't know that this was a high-level shooting range that only senior sheriffs could enter, and only regarded it as a public shooting range where all sheriffs could practice.

"Excuse me, do you need an instructor?"

The young sheriff asked.

Locke was about to answer "yes" when he heard Irene meowing in his ear.

"No."

So the young sheriff turned and left.

Locke frowned and looked at Irene,

"I don't know how to do it."

"If you make Koselke paella for me again tonight, I will teach you."

Irene's eyes flashed with a cunning light.

So you're waiting for me here.

"No, I'll make you something better tonight."

Locke promised.

"What?"

Irene asked excitedly.

"Eggs with ketchup. Okra fries, and a fruit salad."

"Uh, that doesn't sound appetizing."

"I promise that besides the cheap ingredients, the taste is absolutely delicious."

Locke said.

"Well, stupid shit shoveler, I hope you can get rid of poverty as soon as possible."

Irene said proudly.

Afterwards, she changed back to human form, this time she wore a white dress, which was exactly the one Locke bought for her.

"Spread your feet shoulder-width apart, relax your body, slightly sideways, hold the gun tightly, keep it stable and aim at the target..."

Irene said as she operated.

Locke nodded and did as she said.

The first time he shot, he missed the target.

Irene shook her head, "It seems you don't have the talent for this."

She turned back into a cat and squatted beside him to watch.

Locke frowned and tried again.

The second time he shot, he missed the target.

The system did not pop up the skill proficiency either.

Could it be that the ability must be obtained from the witch in order to improve the proficiency by brushing?

Locke thought so and continued to practice shooting.

The range manager smiled when he came to change the bull's eye.

Because Locke practiced for an hour but didn't hit any target at all, which had never happened in the advanced practice range, which meant that he didn't need to change the target at all.

The manager waved goodbye to Locke with a smile as warm as spring breeze, and secretly guessed in his heart that with such poor skills, he must have become a senior sheriff through the back door, right?

Locke, who was inexplicably identified as a relative, left the shooting range and found the young sheriff again.

The young sheriff took Locke to the residence of Instructor Anya Dubi.

This is a two-story villa with a garden outside the villa, planted with various flowers and plants.

There is a black hound in the garden.

The hound heard the approaching footsteps and made a ferocious bark.

"Mr. Dubi has a dog Jerry, who is a bit unfriendly. He once lost a lot of money because of biting people. It's best to stay away from it."

The young sheriff reminded.

Locke nodded.