Becoming a god by raising witches

Hannah said with delight.

"No, we will have a maid who does odd jobs and will need to live here."

Locke said with a smile.

"Didn't you refuse the servant they introduced to you? Besides, our income isn't enough to hire a maid who does odd jobs."

Hannah frowned slightly.

"No, do the math. My weekly wage is 2 silver coins, and my monthly wage is 8 silver coins. A maid doing odd jobs earns between 200 and 300 coins. We can easily afford it."

Locke explained.

"So you mean you want to invite 16-year-old Nicole?"

Hannah raised an eyebrow and asked.

"Uh, of course not."

Locke was surprised that Hannah had overheard the conversation and remembered the name of Nicole, the poor girl who looked innocent but was actually a prostitute.

It wasn't that Locke didn't want to help Nicole; it was just that he had limited spots and needed to reserve them for Rebecca.

Hiring Rebecca as a maid is free, and the devilish lady is skilled in 18 kinds of martial arts. She has even learned most of her cooking. When I don't want to cook, I just ask her to do it.

No one else has Rebecca's talent.

“Locke, if you absolutely must hire a maid, you must get my permission and she must know a little bit about cooking.”

Hannah said seriously.

In reality, Hannah didn't want to increase household expenses, but considering that her brother seemed very busy with work and that her cooking was really bad, hiring a maid who knew a little about cooking seemed like a worthwhile consideration for the sake of family harmony.

"Okay, that's what I think too."

Locke decided to let Rebecca demonstrate her seafood rice dish at the time.

"This is the kitchen, as you just saw. We don't need to buy these kitchen utensils and tableware; they're basically new. The landlord doesn't mind if we use them. This afternoon, the water company will come to move our equipment from Tom's apartment to the kitchen."

Locke smiled and introduced the tableware, and Hannah nodded repeatedly, "These tablewares look very expensive, so we must handle them carefully and make sure not to break them."

Eileen meowed, indicating that it was completely cheap and she didn't like it.

"This is the restroom."

Locke led the man and the cat to a 6-square-meter washroom, which was furnished with the latest model toilet and shower head.

"Finally, I have my own bathroom."

Hannah said excitedly.

Eileen nodded. "Yes, at least we don't have to smell that complicated and unpleasant odor anymore."

Next, the siblings and the black cat went up the spiral staircase to the second floor.

"This is the study. You can put books and newspapers here. Um, please remember to throw away those that are moldy."

Locke reminded Hannah.

Hannah looked at the light wood bookshelves in the study with great satisfaction. She nodded and said, "I'll air them out. If the sun can't get rid of the mold, then I'll have to listen to you and throw them away."

“I suggest you change your hobby, such as collecting stamps, which at least appreciate in value, while old newspapers are worthless.”

Eileen said calmly, but Hannah only heard two dissatisfied meows from the cat.

"This is the second bedroom, next to which is the washroom and bathroom. This will be my future room."

Locke said with a smile.

"Why don't you stay in the master bedroom, but instead stay in the second bedroom?"

Hannah asked, puzzled.

"How could I possibly compete with the lady of the house for the master bedroom? Wouldn't that be overestimating myself?"

Locke smiled and shrugged.

“I am the mistress of this place now, and I will be a guest in the future. You will get married eventually. This place is so close to the study, it is perfect for me to study. I will live here, and the master bedroom is yours.”

Hannah said without any room for argument.

Locke was the one who paid the rent, and although she was now exempt from rent for six months, she still felt that she owed Locke a lot and couldn't occupy the master bedroom.

Locke knew Hannah was a very stubborn person, so he had no choice but to agree and showed her the master bedroom and attic on the third floor.

Hannah was quite satisfied with both the master bedroom and the attic.

"Locke, you'll love the attic when you have children. We can clean it up and turn it into a cozy children's room. Oh, I can't wait to see your child."

Hannah said with a smile.

"Hannah, I'm only 17. It's too early to talk about having children."

“In Kosalk, you are an adult.”

"Okay, so what about you? When are you planning to get married?"

"Don't talk about marriage with a woman who has dreams; marriage will only become a constraint for me."

Hannah smoothed her long brown hair and gave a confident look.

Locke shrugged. "Okay, let's stop pressuring each other to get married and live in peace."

"it is good."

Hannah agreed.

“We need to do a thorough cleaning here. Although it looks clean, there is still a lot of dust. It must have been uninhabited for a long time.”

"That's right, so I took the day off today. Hannah, what about you?"

Locke asked.

"Bonnie doesn't need tutoring today. She has exams all day. Hmm, hopefully her results won't be too bad. I've been tutoring her for almost half a month. If I don't see any improvement at all, I might have to find a new job."

Hannah said, distressed.

"Don't worry, Hannah, finding a job won't be difficult for you."

Locke encouraged him.

"Well, I believe I'll find a good job if Lloyd doesn't interfere."

A smile returned to Hannah's face as they finished their tour and began moving their belongings to their respective rooms.

Hannah was a very capable woman, and she didn't need Locke's help at all; she had already moved all the books and newspapers into the study.

She also put her few clothes into the closet in the second bedroom.

"This wardrobe is still too big for me. I can take all of my mother's old clothes out of the box and put them in, otherwise it will look empty."

Hannah muttered to herself.

Locke leaned against the door. “I suggest you throw away all of Mom’s outdated clothes. You won’t need them anymore. You need to buy yourself some decent clothes. They’re essential for a lady. Oh, and hats, parasols, and small suitcases. Without them, you can’t say you live in the East End.”

"Those are just projects to save face; I don't need them."

Hannah said firmly.

“Then you’ll attract a lot of attention when you go out, and you won’t get along well with your neighbors. You won’t be able to stand those stares, believe me, Hannah. Besides, those things aren’t expensive. Apart from our living expenses this month, you can use 1 silver mick each month to buy things for yourself.”

Locke would hand over his salary on time every week, which was actually given to Hannah to use as she pleased. However, after deducting living expenses, Hannah would save the rest of the money.

"No, that would be too wasteful. I'll buy some fabric and materials myself and ask Mrs. Amor for help. Trust me, she'll only charge me 30 mice for processing, which is just the cost of one trip."

“Have you considered that Mrs. Amor lives too far away from us? If we trouble her now, it will increase our transportation costs by 60 mcg.”

Locke analyzed.

"Of course I know that, but even if it costs 90 Micks, plus the cost of materials, it can't be more expensive than buying it in the stores in the East District. I believe I'm making a profit."

Hannah looked confident, and Locke could only sigh, realizing he couldn't argue with a woman who knew how to manage a household.

The two started cleaning and realized that cleaning a 150-square-meter villa was really tiring.

In particular, in addition to the three floors of the villa, there is also an attic and a basement.

Locke wiped the sweat from his brow and said to Hannah, who was still cleaning the kitchen, "Hannah, I'm going out for a bit."

"Yes, I'll buy some groceries on the way back."

Hannah said casually, continuing to wipe the cabinet.

Locke put on his coat, went out of the room, and took out his golden pipe.

“Rebecca, I command you to appear as a maid. Hmm, our household needs a maid for chores right now.”

Locke stroked his pipe, and a wisp of white smoke emerged.

The smoke gradually transformed into the shape of Rebecca.

She stretched sleepily, her expression suddenly turning serious.

"I don't want to stay with that cat, let her go."

"That won't do. That's my cat, and you're my servant. Who do you think has a higher status?"

Rebecca narrowed her eyes, inwardly cursing Locke's mother.