Becoming a God by Raising a Witch

"Don't look at me like that. You must learn to be well behaved. I need a maid now."

Locke looked around and confirmed that there was no one before saying, "And you can't reveal your true identity to Hannah, otherwise you will be severely punished."

"Uh... nagging."

Rebecca rolled her eyes and transformed into a sexy maid with a curvy figure and no clothes on.

"How is it?"

"Ahem, what I need is a maid for odd jobs, not a porn star from the Rose Theater."

Locke looked around nervously and was relieved after confirming that there was no one.

Rebecca rolled her eyes again and turned into a little lolita, wearing a well-behaved maid outfit.

"You are so nagging. Let's go. What are we going to do? Don't let this demon clean the toilet, or I will curse you to have a baby without an asshole."

"Watch your words. You need to learn how to be a qualified maid."

Locke covered his forehead with one hand, thinking that Rebecca, the Zaun girl, must have cursed his ancestors behind his back.

This is indeed the case.

Locke led Rebecca to Hannah,

"Hannah, do you still remember poor Sheldon? He died in the water pollution incident in the West District. This is his granddaughter Rebecca, who has nowhere to go. I thought my family just needed a maid for odd jobs, so I hired her. What do you think?"

Locke was sure that Hannah would not refuse this proposal, because she was very kind and would never let a little girl live on the streets.

"We can't hire child laborers, but I can ask someone to send her to an orphanage."

Hannah looked at the petite Rebecca.

Rebecca lifted her skirt, "If that's the case, then I can only go to the lower street to be a street girl. Damn Sheldon, why did he die? Why didn't Locke Belmont die?"

Locke's forehead was sweating.

Hannah was slightly stunned and grabbed Rebecca's shoulders.

"Rebecca, your idea is wrong. I decided to keep you by my side and educate you well. Well, can you cook?"

"Cooking? Shit, don't mention the damn cooking to me."

Rebecca cursed, and Hannah was stunned again, "It doesn't matter. You first need to change your habit of swearing. This is not what a lady should do."

How could Rebecca listen to Hannah? She was about to use her expertise to let Hannah see what real swearing is, but she found an elegant black cat sitting on the escalator, looking at her coldly.

The black cat's eyes seemed to say, 'If you say those filthy words to pollute my ears again, I will kill you. '

Rebecca swallowed her saliva and nodded obediently,

"Damn it, Hannah, I will change."

"Can you cook?"

Locke asked Rebecca with a smile.

Rebecca said with a stiff face: "I can do it, a little bit."

"It doesn't matter, you can learn if you don't know. Locke is very good at cooking. I will teach you culture and etiquette, and Locke will teach you cooking. You will become an excellent maid. Even if you leave here, you can find a job. Rebecca, life will get better."

Hannah patted Rebecca's small shoulder to encourage her.

Rebecca rolled her eyes and replied to Hannah in her heart, 'What a chicken feather. '

Chapter 100, Black-hearted Locke

While Locke and Hannah were still cleaning the bedroom on the first floor, Rebecca had already cleaned the second and third floors and headed towards the attic.

"Damn Locke Bemon, let a demon come to clean!!!!"

Rebecca roared while turning into a white smoke and swept away all the dust in the attic in the shape of a tornado.

After blowing away the dust, she had turned into a circle of gray smoke. She looked at the spider half hanging in the attic with a cruel expression.

She caught the spider, "Locke Bemon, I will eat you sooner or later!"

She threw the spider into her mouth and chewed it until it was crunchy, her face changed slightly.

"Well, it's so disgusting, damn Locke Bemon."

Then she saw cockroaches in the attic again, her eyes lit up, and she controlled the group of cockroaches in the attic and asked them to start cleaning.

Unfortunately, the cockroaches were too weak, so she thought of asking the mice hiding in the corners of the attic to join in the cleaning.

She sat on the sofa in the attic to rest, and while resting she ordered,

"Locke Bemon, don't be lazy, yes, I'm talking about you, the one with the longest tail, don't look at it, it's you!"

When she heard footsteps coming from downstairs, Rebecca immediately demolished the bridge after crossing the river, and without hesitation, she swept out the group of cockroaches and mice who were just cleaning hard, harvesting their fragile lives, and dumping their bodies into the trash can.

She pretended to be very hard-working and smeared some dust on her face, hoping to get the sympathy of her master Locke and not let her into the kitchen.

She hated the kitchen.

"Rebecca, you are so amazing."

The first person to go to the attic was Hannah.

Hannah couldn't believe it. She and Locke had just cleaned the first floor, and Rebecca cleaned the rest of the floor by herself. Everything was in order. This experience and efficiency, no one would believe it if they hadn't been a maid for 20 years.

"Well, it's nothing, just a little tired, I may need to rest."

Rebecca wiped the sweat from her forehead.

"You've worked hard, Rebecca, you go and rest, the attic looks very clean, go take a hot bath and change into clean clothes."

Locke said with a smile.

Rebecca's eyes are bright, can she finally rest?

As a result, Locke's next words made her mood instantly fall to the bottom.

"I'm going to buy groceries, and you can prepare dinner when I get back."

Locke said.

"Me? Preparing dinner?"

Rebecca thought she heard wrongly.

Locke nodded, "Yes, go and enjoy your rest time. You will prepare the food for the evening. We will definitely make Hannah's eyes open."

Hannah looked at Rebecca suspiciously.

Rebecca grabbed her hair, roared and rushed downstairs.

"Shit! Shit! Fuck you eye-opener!"

"What's wrong with this kid?"

Hannah asked nervously.

"She must have felt that she smelled too bad and couldn't wait to take a shower. Don't worry, she is someone who has experienced strong winds and waves."

Locke comforts Hannah.

"But I always feel like she is very angry. Locke, are you going too far? Not only do you ask her to clean the house, but you also ask her to prepare dinner at night."

Hannah put her hands on her hips and glared at Locke.

"Hannah, your kindness will kill her. You can accommodate her now, but have you thought about her future? How can she gain a foothold in society if she doesn't learn the skills of a maid as soon as possible? We can tolerate her, but what about other employers? ? Can we be as tolerant to her as we are? It is best for her that we should teach her to adapt to the life of a handyman as soon as possible. "

Locke said seriously.

Hannah looked at Locke suspiciously, "Then how much money do you plan to give her per month?"

"Hannah, you're forcing me to make a mistake."

Locke looked at Hannah seriously.

Hannah was confused by what he said and asked in confusion, "What's wrong with me?"

"You should be able to tell that she is underage, right? If we pay her salary, it is equivalent to hiring child labor, which is illegal. I can't do such a thing, and neither can you, Hannah."

Locke said.

"Wait a minute, isn't this what you said about letting her come to your house to be a maid? We don't pay wages, so why should we let her work?"

Hannah approached Locke, already planning to pick up Locke's ears and warn him not to be a capitalist.

Locke had already seen through Hannah's actions. He took two steps back, opened a safe distance, and said seriously,

"We will provide accommodation and take her in. You can also teach her the principles of life. I will teach her cooking. This is the reward. When she becomes an adult, she can work outside the home or she can continue to stay here. Then we will follow the instructions. The normal salary of the female worker will be settled to her, so that she will not suffer a loss and we will not break the law. "

When Hannah heard what Locke said, she suddenly felt that it made sense.

"If you don't agree with my opinion, I will have no choice but to let her go. She may become a poor street girl, or she may become a shameless thief in Pat Street. Of course, she may also be deceived into a black-hearted factory. Doing the cheapest child labor feels pathetic just thinking about it. Forget it, let her leave. Maybe she will meet other good people. Don't think of the world in such a dark light. There are many elderly and single gentlemen who are willing to take her in. Such a cute, lively, innocent and naive girl.”

Locke shrugged helplessly and turned around to leave the attic.

"Rebecca, we have just made a decision."

Hannah frowned and pulled Locke, "Wait a minute, I didn't say I wanted to drive Rebecca away, I just listen to you."

The corners of Locke's mouth raised, forming a winning smile.

He knew Hannah would agree with him.

This can relate to a child's future.

In short, Rebecca will never grow up, and things like salary can be delayed as long as they last.

What does the devil do with the money? The devil is definitely not short of money!

Locke was thinking this and saw Rebecca with a dissatisfied expression on the stairs.

"What are you asking me to do? You're not asking me to buy groceries, are you?"

"No, I can do things like grocery shopping myself. I just want to ask you if you have a change of clothes. If not, you can wear Hannah's childhood clothes first. She is always nostalgic and keeps all the old things."

Locke said with a smile, like a superior leader who cares deeply about his subordinates.

Rebecca rolled her eyes again, "No!"

Rub rub rub.

At the sound of Rebecca running downstairs, she rushed into the servants' room on the first floor and began to curse the black-hearted Locke.

In the afternoon, people from the drinking water company came to reinstall the drinking water device and congratulated Locke on his move.

The young salesman did not expect that in less than a month, the siblings living in Old Tom's apartment would complete a class jump.

He even secretly guessed in his heart that his beautiful sister must have become the mistress of a certain rich man, or his handsome brother had become the lover of a certain rich woman. Of course, it was also possible that it was both.

He envied Hannah and Locke for having beautiful faces, and felt that if he were so good-looking, he wouldn't need to work hard to provide door-to-door service.

This time, Locke still didn't tip him because Locke didn't want to hear him recommend acquaintances to apply for the job.

After sending away the people from the drinking water company, Locke could finally lie down and rest for a while.

Before that, you must enter the bathroom and take a shower.

He walked into the bathroom and saw the large bathtub that he hadn't seen for a long time. He felt like he was in another world.

The last time I saw a bathtub was a lifetime ago.

Locke decided to indulge in luxury today and take a hot bath.

He turned on the faucet, letting the warm water fill two-thirds of the bathtub, took off his clothes, and was about to soak in it when he suddenly found an elegant black cat in front of him.

"Xiao Ai?"

Locke nervously blocked his private parts.

"This is mine, you go to the second floor."

The domineering Irene jumped into the bathtub and began to swim in the bathtub with a serious and comfortable expression.

Locke sweated.

How did it become yours?

Well, do you regard the master bedroom on the third floor as your territory?

"The weather is too cold, why don't you let me go in and take a shower first? Anyway, you, a cat, don't take up much space."