Becoming a god by raising witches

There's no such thing as a free lunch.

She didn't want her younger brother to be deceived.

“Well, here’s what happened. Yesterday I was urgently dispatched to Princess Frida’s place to prepare meals for her, and the landlord happened to be there too. It seems he did something to displease the princess and was almost executed. Fortunately, my cooking eased the princess’s mood, and she let him go. So he thinks I saved him and insists on renting the place for another six months.”

Locke spoke slowly and deliberately, “Furthermore, my current weekly wage is 2 silver coins, which is more than enough to cover the monthly rent.”

"Really?"

Hannah looked at Locke suspiciously.

Locke nodded emphatically, "That's true. You can ask Princess Frida if you don't believe me."

Locke knew that Hannah would never ask Princess Frida. Even commoners couldn't see the princess unless she herself came out.

“Alright, then we can’t take advantage of our landlord, Mr. Yuris Haynes.”

Hannah said seriously.

Although the rent is expensive for Hannah, her family is not short of money right now.

"Okay, okay, I'll do whatever Hannah says. Get some rest early tonight, we'll move tomorrow."

"But I haven't even looked at the house yet."

"You'll be satisfied, believe me, beautiful Hannah. I'm really tired. Goodnight."

Locke pushed Hannah into the bedroom and closed her door.

Hannah could only lie in bed, tossing and turning, feeling depressed about moving the next day.

She had many things to think about. First, what would the new house look like? Would it have a warm fireplace? Second, was the new house worth 2 silver coins a month? Finally, the food supplies at home were very heavy, and moving would require hiring a medium-sized carriage, which would cost a lot of money. The water supply also needed to be moved. She still had half a month's rent left at Old Tom's apartment; she wondered if she could get it back.

"Really, Locke made this decision behind my back."

Hannah grumbled, pulled the blanket over her head, and went to sleep.

Locke, lying on the living room sofa, couldn't sleep either, and he began to review the whole incident.

The Galken Cafe, transformed from the strange object numbered B03, sustains the world Galken imagines by constantly devouring outsiders. In that world, Galken's desires are twisted, and he becomes Christa.

I was so drawn in by the aroma of the coffee that I almost didn't come back.

Although I can't entirely blame myself, since even the veteran investigator Sieg messed up, and messed up even worse than me.

Even Xiao Ai almost got caught up in it.

But he made a mistake by not immediately recalling Xiao Ai's experience.

Furthermore, encountering the demon Rebecca in that world and almost falling into her trap to be eaten by her was even more unfortunate.

Therefore, it is always important to remember that caution and prudence are the top priorities for ensuring safety.

It's fine if the coffee smells too good, but it's problematic if it smells so good that anyone, even someone who doesn't like coffee, wants to take a sip.

After entering the coffee shop, Sieg's consciousness was completely controlled, while he was able to remain conscious. Does this mean that if a world created by the same strange creature were to appear, he would be able to remain conscious in it as well?

This remains to be verified, but it is highly likely that this is the case. Perhaps Eileen's worries about being affected by the Heart of Dreams are unfounded; once she enters a dream, she will most likely remain conscious.

Director Renis is very powerful; her ability is shadow, which she uses to control everything.

She must have known that I had a blood pact with the demon Rebecca, which is why she willingly gave the demon to me.

This mission was extremely dangerous. I almost died in B03 twice. I was only able to survive until Rhaenys came to rescue me thanks to my mirror jump, a life-saving technique.

Ultimately, it's because I'm too weak; I must become stronger as soon as possible.

Rebecca not only increased her own strength, but also gained the favor of Duke Hagen and 10 gold coins of her own money, which was an unexpected bonus.

Just as Locke was thinking about the demon Rebecca, the restless Rebecca also ran out of the pipe.

A wisp of white smoke formed a lively little girl.

She looked at Locke's shabby rented room with disdain.

"Damn it, you don't actually live here, do you? I'm breaking my contract with you, I don't want to follow a poor bastard."

“Rebecca, watch your words. I am your master now.”

Locke said.

Rebecca instantly transformed into a gigantic demon, baring her fangs and claws as she charged towards Locke.

"Who are you threatening? I'll show you the power of the Great Demon!"

Snapped--

The next second, Rebecca, who rushed forward to scare Locke, was slapped by the black cat Eileen and sent flying against the wall, dissipating into a wisp of white smoke.

The white mist condensed into a demonic form once more. This time, instead of attacking Locke, she attacked Eileen directly.

Eileen slapped Rebecca again, sending her crashing against the wall once more.

"How is that possible? How could a cat like you possibly touch this demon, and with such strength?!"

The demon Rebecca didn't smell any witch scent on Irene; to her, she was just a strange black cat.

Undeterred by setbacks, she pounced on Eileen once more.

Eileen stretched out her furry cat paw and grabbed the demon's tail. She spun Rebecca around like a windmill until she was dizzy, then opened the window and threw her out.

"I don't like the stench of demons."

Eileen said calmly.

"Ah—I will be back!"

Rebecca's pitiful cry came from outside the window, and soon she turned into a shooting star in the sky, flying away to who knows where.

But Locke wasn't worried that she would go far, because he still had the pipe in his possession.

Just worried that she might steal other people's souls while she was out, Locke still gave her an order: "Rebecca, you are not allowed to eat anyone's soul without my permission."

"Will this work? Remote calling."

Locke looked at Eileen, who was standing gracefully on the windowsill.

Eileen nodded slightly. "If it's a signed servant contract, she must abide by it even if she can't hear."

"Yes, she is my new servant, the demon Rebecca."

Locke introduced.

Eileen jumped onto the sofa. "A servant's servant is a lowly servant. Tell her to learn more about etiquette so she doesn't confuse the hierarchy."

"Forehead…"

Locke broke out in a sweat, beginning to worry about the way Eileen and Rebecca interacted.

At the same time, she was inwardly complaining that Rebecca was far too weak; she couldn't even beat Irene when she was weakened.

The following day, the bells of the Cathedral of Life rang precisely on time.

Kosalk welcomed a new day, and the morning was still filled with snowflakes. The streets in the western district were piled with half a meter of snow, and the road conditions did not improve until the eastern district, where the snow was reduced to a thin layer, and sanitation workers were constantly cleaning it, which was very dedicated.

People in the West End are mostly talking about rising food prices. After the Compass Water Company issue was resolved, Baker Food Company's grain prices not only quickly returned to their original levels, but have recently started to rise again, doubling in price.

Many people have been condemning Old Baker, believing that the grain tycoon has gone against his original intentions and become a real bloodsucker capitalist, because Old Baker once said that the price of grain in the country would not exceed 8 grams per kilogram, but now it has reached the price of 10 grams per kilogram of coarse flour.

In fact, since the West End water pollution incident, the power to set grain prices has no longer been in the hands of old Baker; Baker Grain Company has become Baker Grain Inc.

Rising food prices are an inevitable trend; at the very least, prices should be on par with those of other countries in the southern continent.

"Luckily, I bought a lot of food from Baker's Grain Company and stocked it up at home, otherwise I wouldn't be able to afford food now."

"Why not continue the campaign for a longer period of time? I didn't manage to grab much food at all."

"These despicable capitalists don't care about the lives of us ordinary people at all."

"Heh, you wouldn't buy it before, saying the price of grain would drop. Now look at you! The price of grain has risen so high, you can't afford it anymore, can you?"

In contrast to the West End, people in the East End were discussing the fall of legislators and the resignation of media moguls.

"Have you heard? Member of Parliament Bowman Bister and Bill Haber, editor of the Tumen Times, are under investigation."

"Why? How did a media mogul and a senator get involved?"

"These two have been in cahoots for a long time. Together they drove the worker João Tahan and his family to their deaths and pinned the blame on Dessie Reina. They manipulated public opinion and deceived the people, causing Dessie Reina to lose the election. Bowman Bister is now under investigation, and news mogul Bill Haber has been dismissed. Anna Lalo has been replaced as the editor-in-chief of the Tumen Times."

Who is Anna LaRoch?

"It is said that he is the deputy editor-in-chief of the Tumen Times. He has been sitting on the sidelines for many years and has finally made it."

Hannah looked at the newspaper with a smug expression.

"Am I right? Bill Harper and Bowman Bicester have been in cahoots for a long time."

"sharp."

Locke gave a thumbs up.

A medium-sized carriage pulled by two chestnut horses slowly entered the Peggs district near Wells. Locke and Hannah sat in the carriage, flipping through the latest edition of the Tumen Times.

Chapter 99, My Devilish Maid

The carriage stopped at number 11 in the Peggs district.