Becoming a god by raising witches

Could it be related to drinking water?

Locke recalled that the apartment building had recently changed water companies because Compass Water Company had introduced very favorable policies, squeezing out Sheval Water Company's market share in the West End. Most apartments in the Pete neighborhood now use water supplied by Compass Water Company.

Both companies are located in the West End, but the East End water company charges four times the price of the West End. A normal household uses 100 cubic meters of water per month, and Compass Water only charges 60 cubic meters, while the East End water company charges 400 cubic meters.

However, the eastern district is located upstream of the Kosol River, and the water supply company has better purification technology, so the water they provide is definitely cleaner.

If it really is related to drinking water, and you cause your family members to get sick because you're stingy with a little money, then it's definitely not worth it.

For Hannah's health, Locke gritted his teeth and went to the East End Clarence Water Company's branch in the West End.

After paying a 50-meter service fee and scheduling an installation time, he turned around and went home to wait for the water company to come and provide service.

When I returned to Old Tom's apartment, I happened to run into my landlord, Old Tom, practicing his Lion's Roar in the apartment hallway.

"Damn troublemakers, sluts in the gutter, gambling addicts who've lost everything—if I find out who messed with those debt collectors raised by prostitutes and are hiding in my cozy apartment, I'll teach them a lesson! I swear on my Tom family name, I'll find them and kick them out of this apartment!"

Locke swallowed hard, feeling a little guilty, realizing that he had come back at the wrong time.

They bumped right into old Tom, who was coming down the stairs, his face flushed.

Old Tom had a distinctive red nose, wore an inexpensive tailcoat and a bowler hat, carried a silver cane, and was only up to Locke's shoulder.

He saw Locke, his brow furrowed like an old newspaper.

"Locke, you good-for-nothing, do you even know who messed with the debt collection agency?"

“Mr. Tom, that must be Clans who moved away not long ago. I heard he owes a lot of gambling debts. Maybe the debt collection agency doesn’t know he moved.”

Locke was adept at mixing lies into truthful information.

"That damn Clance Murdoch, I knew it! I kicked him out and he's causing me trouble, ruining the apartment building's reputation!"

Old Tom grumbled as he got off the bus, and as he passed Locke, he glanced back at the cat on Locke's shoulder.

"Locke, why did you come back during the day instead of going to find the witch?"

Haha, can everyone please stop bringing up the matter of finding the witch?

Locke's lips curled into an ugly smile as he said,

“I want to switch water companies to Clarence Water in the East Side. They advertised in the newspaper that their drinking water tastes sweet.”

When Old Tom heard the word "East End," a slight smile appeared on his serious face.

He had previously suspected that Hannah and the Locke siblings had offended a debt collection agency, but now that he heard they actually had money to replace the water company, and even the Clarence Company in the East District, his doubts were instantly dispelled.

"That is indeed a good water supply company. Our family drinks their water."

“Okay, when the installers come to my home, I will tell them that Mr. Tom recommended them to me.”

Locke said with a smile.

Old Tom was even happier. Clarence Company had just launched a referral program where existing customers who refer a new customer would receive a 8% discount on drinking water the following year.

He patted Locke on the shoulder and said kindly, "Pets are not allowed in the apartment, but you are an exception."

"Thank you, Mr. Tom. She is not my pet; she is my owner."

Locke's words made old Tom burst into laughter. He clutched his stomach and laughed for 60 seconds without any regard for his image, then wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes.

"Haha, little Locke, you're as funny as ever. Next time I'll treat you to a drink, and you can tell me the story of the witch."

Old Tom nudged Locke with his elbow and winked at him.

The two had clearly switched from being a cold landlord and a humble tenant to being friends, and the distance between them had been shortened in just 2 minutes.

Locke smiled and said, "Okay, Mr. Tom, but changing the water company might require adding a separate section of water pipe to the apartment. You won't mind, will you?"

"If the apartment has its own water dispenser, the rent can be increased even more after the siblings leave," Old Tom thought to himself, smiling as he spoke.

"Locke, this is your home too, feel free to renovate it."

"Thank you, Mr. Tom. You are the most understanding landlord."

"Haha, goodbye Locke."

Goodbye, Mr. Tom.

The two said goodbye, and old Tom, leaning on his cane, hummed a little tune as his figure gradually disappeared into the crowd.

He doesn't usually live in Old Tom's apartment; he moved to the vicinity of Trey Bridge a long time ago.

It is said that the Trey Bridge is the ladder for the lower class to move towards the middle class. Of course, some middle-class people are unwilling to go to the East End and choose to stay on the ladder. The reason is simple: in the West End, they are superior, but in the East End, they are just ants.

People from Clarence Water Company soon arrived at the apartment, connected a section of the water pipe from the public restroom to the apartment, and installed the rather aesthetically pleasing metallic water dispenser.

Locke reported Old Tom's recommendation, and the water company's salesman took note of it.

"Dear guest, if you choose other water companies, you will need to pay a water bill every month, whether it is weekly, monthly or quarterly, which is very troublesome. However, our company uses the latest alchemy product, a fully automatic water dispenser. You only need to put in 1 gram of water to use it directly. 5 liters of water require 1 gram of water."

"If you need to move later, you can also notify us and we will move the machine directly to your new home..."

"If there's anything else you don't understand, feel free to contact us."

"Okay, thank you, you've worked hard."

Locke had no intention of giving a tip, even though the salesman was looking at him expectantly.

After seeing off the salesman who hadn't received a tip, Locke inserted a 1-mig coin into the square machine.

Turn on the faucet, and as the spring and gears make a clicking sound, water slowly flows out of the spout.

Locke poured himself a glass of cold water, took a sip, and felt a sensation reminiscent of drinking a bottle of Moutai Spring water in his past life.

"It really is a little sweet."

Locke smacked his lips and poured a drink for the witch as well.

One meter can dispense 5 liters of water, and two cups of water can dispense a maximum of 500ml, so there is no need to insert more coins and the machine will continue to dispense water.

Eileen ignored Locke and jumped onto his head.

"You lowly servant, have you noticed a serious problem?"

Chapter 13, The Witch's Prank

Inside the shabby rental apartment.

The newly installed water dispenser gleamed with a silvery metallic sheen. It was the latest alchemical product adopted by Clarence Water Supply Company, called a fully automatic water dispenser. Every spring and gear shone brightly in the sunlight, exuding mechanical beauty.

Above the hexagonal water dispenser is a meter that records water consumption.

There is a coin slot in the middle; if you don't insert coins, the water will be cut off, which certainly saves Clarence Water Company a lot of trouble.

While Locke was still admiring the metal lump, the witch suddenly asked a question.

"You lowly servant, have you noticed a serious problem?"

"what is the problem?"

Locke asked, puzzled.

"Don't you think your place is too shabby? It's completely unworthy of my identity as a witch. Why are the windows broken? Why is the sofa so old? Why is there dust on the floor? Why isn't there a tablecloth on the table? Why is the kitchen..."

Eileen rattled off more than 30 questions in one breath.

Locke frowned.

When Mingming first moved in, she didn't complain at all, and was even willing to sleep on the old sofa.

Why are there problems everywhere now?

Could it be that because I suspected the witch of draining everyone's life force, she's now taking revenge on me?

The witch's vengefulness is truly extraordinary.

So Locke didn't go anywhere today and spent the whole day cleaning the house.

From the living room to the kitchen, from the windows to the cobwebs in the corners, everything was thoroughly cleaned, as if it were a deep cleaning for the eve of the New Year, leaving no corner untouched.

Most importantly, Miss Cat also personally inspects the area and issues commands from time to time.

"No, there's still dust. Let's start over."

"Here, here, here, are your eyes on your butt?"

"Look, my claws can still leave marks, that's not good enough."...

Exhausted, Locke collapsed onto the gleaming floor tiles. "Miss Witch, do you have OCD?"

"No, please call me your esteemed master."

It's just a cat, so arrogant. Once your favorability reaches 100, I'll make you wash the toilet a hundred times!

Locke muttered to himself, but his hands and feet wouldn't obey his commands and kept busy.

When Hannah returned home that evening, she found the house had been completely renovated.

The rusty iron gate had been completely cleaned, looking like a brand new door. The apartment floor was so clean it looked as if it had been coated with oil, radiating a soft glow in the afterglow of the setting sun.

The dining table that was missing one corner is now missing four corners, but it looks like a new octagonal table.

The broken window glass has been completely replaced with new glass, and there are no more old newspapers stuck to it.

A clean blanket was laid on the old sofa, making it look warmer and tidier.