Locke and Irene returned to Old Tom's apartment and went to the public bathroom first. After turning Locke back into a cat, they went home.
Erin handed Hannah her clothes and the funeral invitation.
"For you."
Hannah looked at the black invitation in surprise. She picked up the invitation and opened it slowly.
After a while, Hannah fell down on the sofa, not in the mood to ask Locke whether he had successfully sent Miss Locke home. Her mind was filled with memories of her friend Wei Na.
"Weina! How could she die?"
Before 9 o'clock, Hannah went back to her room to sleep. Although she couldn't sleep at all, she didn't know what to say to her brother Locke. She was afraid that she would cry in front of him again.
The black cat Locke was curled up on the floor, and Irene occupied the sofa alone. She was as domineering as ever.
At 10 o'clock in the evening, Erin sat up from the sofa and suddenly said,
"Locke, you want to go to the bathroom."
"No, I don't want to."
The black cat Locke waved his paws to show that he drank less water and didn't want to go to the toilet at all.
Erin frowned because she drank too much water during the day and now she wanted to go to the bathroom.
However, the public bathroom in Old Tom's apartment is really hard to describe.
"Stupid servant, you have two choices now. The first is to clean the public washroom to make it convenient for your body to use, and the second is to wait until tomorrow to accept the fact that your body's bladder will explode."
Locke was slightly startled.
This is a really embarrassing question.
Locke discovered that after exchanging souls with Irene, he could not go to the bathroom for a day!
But as a normal person, going to the toilet every day is a compulsory course.
"Dear Miss Witch, I'm just a cat now. You don't want a cat to clean the bathroom, do you? It's your fur that gets dirty."
Locke said seriously, and imagined a ghostly scene of a cat constantly wiping the floor with its body.
Erin held her chin with one hand, seeming to be thinking, feeling that even if the public bathroom was cleaned, it would not be any better than usual.
"Give you a third option, borrow a bathroom."
"Mrs. Nasreen's house on the sixth floor has a separate bathroom, and she loves to be clean. She is the only one in the house."
Locke knew all the information about his neighbors.
Irene got up and went out, arriving at Mrs. Nasreen's house on the sixth floor.
Black Cat Locke followed.
Mrs. Nasreen, who had gray hair and rosy cheeks, opened the door and saw Locke who came to borrow the bathroom. She smiled kindly.
"Oh, it's little Locke. I happen to be very lonely at home alone. Can you tell me the story of the witch?"
Erin went straight to her bathroom.
Black Cat Locke also followed.
He had to keep an eye on Erin at all times out of fear that she wouldn't be able to use her body.
Sure enough, after entering the bathroom, the witch Irene took off her pants and sat down.
"Miss Eileen, don't sit, just stand."
"Miss Eileen, please don't touch it and pay attention to your ladylike image."
"Miss Eileen, are you listening to me?"
If it weren't for the cat fur, Irene would have noticed that Locke's face was red at the moment.
At the door of the bathroom, Mrs. Nasreen heard young Locke seeming to be talking to a cat, and she felt that there must be something wrong with her ears.
"Sorry, I'm a man now."
Erin said.
"Then you should stand up and pee."
Black Cat Locke felt like he was going to burst.
"No, I'm going to sit down."
Erin said stubbornly.
After about two minutes of stalemate, Irene frowned. She still chose to follow Locke's suggestion and stood up even though she didn't urinate.
Mrs. Nasreen waited at the door for about five minutes before "Lock" came out, holding a black cat in her hand.
"Locke, tell me the story of the witch. I'm really bored at home."
Mrs Nasreen said with a smile.
Mrs. Nasreen is a relatively wealthy resident of Old Tom's apartment. Although she is a tenant, their home has a separate bathroom, two bedrooms, and a study room. This is all due to her death in the Kingdom War. husband and son.
With their pensions, Mrs. Nasreen and her daughter are doing well.
If her daughter hadn't gotten married last year, turning her into an empty nester, she would never have opened the door to let Locke in to use the bathroom.
Irene nodded slightly and sat on the sofa at Mrs. Nasreen's house.
Mrs. Nasrin brought baked biscuits and milk.
Erin took it without ceremony.
Black Cat Locke didn't know whether the milk and biscuits were voluntary by Mrs. Nasreen, or whether Irene had once again used the method she used in Dier's black market.
He jumped to the sofa without ceremony.
Yes, after unremitting efforts, he has reached 180 in body coordination proficiency, and can skillfully use jumping, walking on the same hands and feet, and backflips.
If you fail to climb onto the sofa two or three times, you will definitely be carried up by Mrs. Nasreen.
Sure enough, Mrs. Nasreen carried the black cat Locke onto the sofa and generously handed him a small biscuit.
Erin was drinking milk and eating biscuits at this time, frowning slightly. Obviously the biscuits didn't taste as sweet and delicious as they looked, but she could barely accept it.
"There are many kinds of witches in this world. They have different abilities and can reach a very high level in certain aspects."
"For example, the Desire Witch can control people's desires. She can flexibly control the seven desires of arrogance, jealousy, rage, laziness, greed, gluttony, and lust. But if you want to become the Desire Witch, you must sell your soul. To demons, they often sign contracts with the top demons, and once they die, their souls will be devoured by demons.”
In return for Mrs. Nasreen's generosity, Irene told all the true information about the witch.
Locke's eyes were shining, just like a sponge, constantly absorbing knowledge in the field of mysticism.
"Weather witches can control the weather. If there has been heavy rain in a city for more than two months, then there must be a weather witch. They rely on extreme weather to create disasters. Disasters are the source of all witches' power."
"There was once a weather witch named Antonia who caused heavy rains in Lorea for half a year, causing the entire city-state to be flooded. A total of 500,000 people died. She also became a demigod in that disaster. .”
Mrs. Nasreen looked at Irene in surprise, "Why have I never heard of Loreamon?"
Irene said calmly, "Because it has disappeared, and its record only exists in a book called "The Witch's Apocalypse". This book records many witches. Madam, it's time for me to leave."
Erin had already eaten all the cookies and drank all the milk.
She stood up and made a gesture of raising her skirt to Mrs. Nasreen.
Mrs. Nasreen left the sixth floor with a confused expression.
Locke followed behind and said cursingly,
"Miss Witch, you are now inhabiting the body of a gentleman. Please don't behave strangely next time."
"Oh, sorry, I forgot."
Erin said calmly.
Locke nodded his furry cat head and followed Eileen's footsteps.
"Can you lend me "The Witch's Apocalypse"?"
