Becoming a God by Raising a Witch

This dinner was highly praised by Hannah and Erin.

Erin's highest rating was that it was pretty good and could be ranked in the top 50. She obviously wanted to lick the bottom of the pot clean.

"I need to get up at 6 a.m. tomorrow, walk to the Trey Bridge area and take a carriage across the bridge, and then walk to No. 37 Golden Leaf Street."

After dinner, Hannah was washing the dishes while chatting with Locke.

"Does the tutor need to go so early?"

Locke asked doubtfully.

Hannah shook her head, "Mrs. Ulaili asked me to arrive on time at 9 o'clock, but her house is located in the middle of the East District, and I have to get up at 6 o'clock to make it in time."

"Why not take a car? It can shorten the travel time by 2 hours. Even if you get up at 8 o'clock, it's still in time."

Locke suggested.

"No, the round trip fare is 60 meters. It's too expensive."

Hannah's weekly salary is 5 copper meters, which is equivalent to 500 meters. If the fare is 60 meters per day, which is 420 meters seven days a week, then there will only be 80 meters left, so Hannah will never take the bus. .

"My workplace is also in the East District. It costs 40 meters to go back and forth. After calculating the transportation costs, it will cost 1,200 meters a month. The cost is too high. Why don't we move?"

Locke suggested at the right time.

Letting Hannah live a better life was Locke's goal from the beginning.

After you have some savings and find a job, moving needs to be put on the agenda.

Although Hannah was a little hesitant, after calculating the commuting costs for the two of them, she felt that moving was indeed more cost-effective.

"I don't know if there are suitable apartments in the East District, and I'm a little worried about whether we can afford it."

Hannah said hesitantly.

"Don't worry, leave this to me. I will ask when I have time during this period. Well, we can also ask the Home Moving Association to help. They will only charge a 10% commission for new customers, which is quite cost-effective."

Locke said with a smile.

"Well, I also asked my former colleagues, oh, they have all been questioned by the magistrates' court recently. Regarding Lloyd's case, I didn't expect it to go so smoothly."

Hannah felt even happier when she mentioned this.

"Really? Did Lloyd hire a lawyer?"

"Of course, he must have hired a lawyer. Unfortunately, he admitted in person at the time that he had killed Wei Na and persecuted other people. Mr. George, the Sheriff, saw with his own eyes that he wanted to do evil things to me, and the lawyer could not clear his name. Qing. And Mr. George is very worried about his wife’s accident and is very concerned about this matter.”

“It’s surprising that it went so well.”

Locke thought that Lloyd could rely on his uncle's power to struggle. After all, he was a media tycoon.

The siblings chatted until 10 o'clock. Hannah had to get up early the next day, so she went back to her room to sleep.

Originally, she wanted to take the black cat with her, but unfortunately she was ruthlessly rejected by the black cat.

Hannah couldn't do anything about this cat. It was smaller than anyone else, had a better appetite than anyone else, and was very arrogant. She didn't know where Locke picked it up.

Hannah prefers a docile and clingy golden retriever like Jerry to a proud cat.

However, raising a golden retriever requires time and money, both of which Hannah did not have before, but now she can consider it.

Hannah fell asleep with a happy smile, the corners of her mouth raised slightly, hoping that this was not a sweet dream, and looking forward to waking up the next day and that both she and Locke could go to work smoothly.

Locke waited until 11 o'clock in the evening and did not hear Lisa's knock on the door or cry for help, so he breathed a long sigh of relief.

Erin on the sofa once again put forward her suggestion,

"Why not consider a single-family villa or a manor? There are some small manors whose rent is less than 30 gold a year."

Don't take 30 gold coins so lightly, you are just a cat now.

"No, we are not that wealthy yet, but don't worry, we will definitely have separate washrooms and bathrooms."

Locke assured.

"I like to bask in the sun."

Erin licked the cat's paw.

"Well, there will also be a balcony."

Locke said.

"At least there needs to be a garden."

"This is to be determined."

If there really was a garden, Locke would turn it into a vegetable garden, which would save money on buying vegetables.

Locke began to look through the Irregularity Bureau's rookie manual.

"1452 New Edition Sixth Magistrate Court Newcomer's Handbook"

1452 is this year.

Was it only published this year?

Open the first page, it says

[Guidelines for newcomers:

First, don't mess with Rhaenys Hill, she's the director.

Second, don’t mess with Boyd, you won’t be able to handle him when he cries.

Third, don’t mess with Angela, her partner is a doting girl. 】

Forehead? Who is Boyd? Sounds like a gentleman. Gentleman, why are you crying?

Angela, I shouldn’t have provoked her, right?

As for the director, he will only provoke her when he is full, right?

Feeding is not provoking, it is the beginning of a friendly py.

Locke thought as he continued to read the contents of the newcomer's manual.

It mentioned that investigators must go through a three-month probation period and an assessment, the content of which needs to be decided by the director himself.

As well as normal working hours and rules and regulations, there is no content involved in the confidentiality agreement. Even if it is placed at home, it does not matter if Hannah sees it, it will only be regarded as normal No. 6 Magistrate Court information.

After reading the thin booklet, Locke suddenly remembered something.

Seeing that the black cat Irene had begun to take a nap, Locke asked,

"Can you lend me "The Witch's Apocalypse"?"

"You really have a soft spot for witches. Sometimes I even suspect that you are one of my kind."

Erin teased and pointed to the corner of the sofa.

A black-covered copy of "The Witch's Apocalypse" was lying there quietly.

Locke was surprised that he had never discovered its existence before.

He picked up the thick book and began to read.

Ever since he traveled to this world, reading newspapers and books has become his rare recreational activity.

Open the title page, it says.

[If you are not a witch, it is recommended that you do not read, because this will become a curse for you]

"..."

Locke's hand stopped in mid-air, and he turned to look at Erin.

The black cat is washing his face gracefully with his paws.

"Is it really possible to be cursed?"

Locke asked hesitantly.

"Some people think it's a curse, some people think it's a gift. This book is actually a key. The book records the 12 oldest witches. They recorded their stories in the book so that they can be resurrected one day. , people who have fully read this book and whose common frequency value exceeds 7 will be selected by them to become the resurrection carrier.”

Erin answered Locke's question and lay down on the softest part of the sofa nonchalantly.

If Locke wanted her to get out of the way, she would let Locke use the public restroom.

"It's the common frequency value again. Is this book also a weird thing?"

Locke asked in surprise.

Erin nodded slightly, "No. B021."

All the weird things Locke heard before started with C, or was this the first time they started with B. Does this mean that this weird thing is of a higher level than other weird things?

"Then how to determine the common frequency value?"

Locke asked.

"If you can see the words in the book, it proves that the common frequency value exceeds 7."

Erin said calmly.

Cold sweat appeared on Locke's forehead. He didn't want to become a witch, let alone the carrier of an ancient witch.

"You read this book, why are you okay?"

Locke asked doubtfully.

Irene glanced at him gently with her light blue eyes and said in a cold tone,

"How do you know I'm not one of the 12 ancient witches?"

Chapter 69, Horror Story

The cold wind poured in through the cracks in the window, along Locke's collar and into his back, making his body tremble slightly.

Combined with Irene's previous statement that she was omnipotent, he suddenly felt like he couldn't see the old witch.

Well, this is most likely a horror story.

If Irene is an ancient witch, is the original Irene dead?

I met the same Irene from beginning to end, right?

Locke swallowed and looked at Erin seriously.

"Whether you are an ancient witch or another witch, I will be your witch."

To Erin, it sounded like some kind of pledge of allegiance.

Because she has equated the shit shoveler with a servant.

She nodded slightly, quite satisfied with Locke's attitude.

"You are very lucky to have met me. I am different from other witches."

"?"

Locke looked at Erin suspiciously.

"Disaster is the source of witches' power, but there is a kind of witch that can strengthen itself by devouring other witches, and I happen to be the latter."

Erin licked her paws and continued,

"If you meet other witches in your life, you have to be careful, they will bring all kinds of disasters."

What about the black-haired director?

She is the director of the Abnormality Bureau, so she can't possibly also be a witch who likes to bring disasters, right?

Could she be a special kind of witch like you?

To be cautious, it is better not to let the two of them meet.

Locke originally wanted to take Irene to the Abnormality Bureau to eat and drink, but now he had to give up this idea.

Rhaenys and Eileen cannot be allowed to meet until they find out which witches they belong to.

What if they get at each other's throats?

As a keeper, it is important to maintain harmony in your pond.

"How much content do you know in the book before you are targeted? Are there any records that don't belong to those 12 ancient beings? It's just some common sense knowledge."