Becoming a God by Raising a Witch

Sickert's moral bottom line is very low.

Sigurd waved his hand, "I was just joking. Don't worry, I have no interest in flat chests."

Locke sweated, thinking of Sigurd's attitude towards Angela. It seemed true that Sigurd didn't like airports.

"What are you two talking about?"

Although Hannah tried to maintain a ladylike image in front of strangers, she suddenly heard others talking about her being at the airport behind her back, and she had just lost her job. Her mood was extremely bad, and her anger made her slap her face in the air. On the heads of Locke and Sigurd.

Even if this man is the landlord's nephew.

Chapter 104, Masquerade

Sigurd and Locke each received a solid slap on the head and learned the price of talking about ladies behind their backs.

Hannah opened the door angrily and sat on the sofa in the living room.

"It's a really unpleasant day."

A trail of white smoke followed Hannah and made faces at Locke and Sigurd.

White smoke drifted into the servant's room, turning into Rebecca dressed as a maid.

Rebecca walked out of the room and asked Hannah hypocritically,

"Miss Hannah, what happened to you? You are in such a bad mood."

"It's nothing. It's nothing to show off. I just lost my job."

Hannah went upstairs angrily, not wanting to eat today's dinner.

Sigurd and Locke walked into the living room.

"Do you think your sister has a hot temper?"

Sigurd asked.

Locke made a gesture of silence to avoid being attacked by Hannah again.

"She doesn't usually act like this, but don't mention your flat chest in front of her again."

Locke reminded in a low voice.

"Well, if that's the case, I should have thought of it. Angela doesn't like hearing that word either."

Sigurd shrugged, showing a helpless expression.

The two sat in the living room. Sigurd suggested going to a tavern on a nearby street for a drink, but Locke refused.

Locke entered the kitchen and started preparing dinner.

He plans to make tomato meat sauce pasta for dinner today, which is simple to make and in line with the tastes of most Westerners.

Locke put on his apron and asked Rebecca to help.

Of course, Locke will personally go into battle at the critical moment, and he cannot miss every opportunity to feed the witch.

"Wash these clean."

Locke pointed to the tomatoes, onions and garlic in the vegetable basket.

"Don't you have any hands of your own?"

Rebecca glanced at Locke.

"Rebecca, are you sure you want to talk to your master like this?"

Locke was like Tang Monk who was about to recite a tightening curse, looking at Rebecca with meaningful eyes.

Rebecca shrank her neck, walked over, angrily picked up the tomatoes, onions and garlic and started washing them.

"After washing, dice the tomatoes, mince the onions, and mince the garlic."

Locke took out "Basics of Occultism" and directed Rebecca to cook while reading the book.

"Hey, hey, hey, let me cut you into cubes. Look at what you cut. It's so large, completely irregular and unsightly. You have to make sure that each piece is only this big. This is called a cube."

"Cut the onion into pieces, not into cubes. Don't you understand the quantifier, Miss Rebecca?"

Locke shook his head, supervised Rebecca cutting the side dishes, and then said,

"Cut the pork into minced meat, add appropriate amount of black pepper and cooking wine and marinate for ten minutes."

Rebecca picked up the kitchen knife and began to mince the meat.

"The pork must be washed at least first. Miss Rebecca, don't you want to do it anymore?"

Rebecca's eyes widened, and she wanted to swing the kitchen knife to Locke's head.

Sigurd was dumbfounded at the door and silently gave a thumbs up.

He never expected that Locke would let a demon be the chef at home, and he would also bark and drink at the demon. He always felt that his colleague would suffer revenge from fate in the near future.

Locke did not let Rebecca do the next delicate steps. Of course, it was not because he felt bad that Rebecca was a big devil. It was purely because the food he fed to the witch had to be made by himself.

After Locke finished cooking the pasta, he served it to the table.

Sigurd was surprised again. Looking at the five plates of noodles with all the colors and flavors, he said with emotion,

"Locke, it's so sweet of you to know that I can't get enough of a plate of noodles."

"No, you only have one plate. This is Xiao Ai's, this is Hannah's, this is Rebecca's, and this is mine."

Locke portioned out the pasta and picked up the knife and fork.

Xiao Ai also sat on her throne and began to eat noodles with her paws gracefully.

Sigurd was stunned for a moment.

"Why doesn't your cat eat dried fish? Why does it want to eat the same thing as you?"

"It's a sign of respect for the cat."

Locke said nonchalantly.

Rebecca snorted coldly, and before Hannah came down, she whispered, "How can I, a big devil, eat such a thing?"

"If you don't want it, just give it to me."

Locke stretched out his hand, ready to take away the pasta in front of Rebecca, but Rebecca reached out to stop him.

"what you do?"

"Don't you want to eat?"

"Who says I don't eat it? I cut all the tomatoes, onions and meat."

Rebecca picked up the fork and stabbed it hard on the spaghetti, as if she was eating every piece of spaghetti with hatred like Locke.

"Are you going to wait for that lady?"

Sigurd asked.

Locke knew Sigurd was talking about Hannah.

"No, I'll send it to her. She probably isn't in a good mood today and won't come down."

Locke picked up a plate of spaghetti and walked up the spiral staircase to the second floor.

Hannah is sitting in the study looking up information.

"Hannah, it's time for dinner."

"Put it here, I'll eat it later."

"Didn't you resign? Why are you still reading grammar books?"

Locke placed the pasta on the desk in the study.

"Although Mr. Smith's behavior was disgusting, I resigned directly, which still hit Bonnie very hard. Mr. Smith was wrong, but Bonnie did nothing wrong. She was still a child. I want to compile a piece of information for She hopes it will help her in her exam, oh, poor Bonnie, how could he have such a bad father."

Hannah shook her head and sighed.

"Maybe there are no perfect parents in this world."

Locke said.

Hannah was stunned, then suddenly raised her head and looked at Locke seriously,

"Locke, don't blame mom and dad. They loved us very much before."

"What about the debt?"

"I can't explain this, but I believe they must have difficulties."

Hannah said stubbornly.

Locke nodded, willing to fulfill her fantasy.

"Okay, Hannah, finish your dinner and then get busy. I guess you'll have to work all night."

"It's true. Bonnie, this kid, is good except for being too stupid."

Hannah said with a smile.

Watching her start eating noodles, Locke left the study with confidence.

After Locke went downstairs,

Hannah rubbed her red eyes and whispered,

"Mom and Dad, it would be great if you were alive. Look how good Locke has become now. Even the princess praises him."

Locke returned to the restaurant and found that one-third of his noodles were missing.

He knew it couldn't be Sickert.

"Xiao Ai, you should lose weight."

Locke sighed.

Erin licked the cat's paw, raised her tail, and walked past him proudly.

Sigurd held his chin with one hand and looked at Locke,

"I really envy you. The family atmosphere is so good."

"You must be laughing at me."

Locke poured Sigurd a glass of cider.

Sigurd raised his glass, clinked it with Locke, and said with a smile, "Seriously, I haven't been home for five Life Days. Of course, there's no point in going back."

"If you want to talk, please find someone else."

Locke said with a smile.

"Well, I thought you'd be willing to be a listener, my partner, but you're so direct that you're hurting my feelings."

Sigurd covered his chest in an exaggerated manner.

Locke picked up the "Basics of Occultism" and "Dragon Language Dictionary" on the table, "I'm going to study after dinner. Sorry, I really don't have time to listen."

Well, I'm not interested in your family affairs at all.

"Rebecca, are you willing to listen? Anyway, you're fine."

Sigur looked at the great demon Rebecca on the side.

Rebecca rolled her eyes at him, "I know all about your family affairs. You don't need to repeat them. There is nothing new."

"Forehead……"

Only then did Sigurd remember that the two most gossipy people in the bureau were Mrs. Freya and Rebecca.

How could she not know the reason why she didn't go home?

After dinner, Sigurd watched Locke study, and he began to yawn out of boredom.

Rebecca was ordered to start cleaning the house and started working as a maid.

"Locke, I also want to have a demon that can do housework. Please tell me how you do it."

Sigurd asked boredly while lying on the sofa.

"You only need to sign a slave blood contract, which is not difficult."