Becoming a god by raising witches

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

Locke looked around to make sure no one was there before saying, "And you must not reveal your true identity to Hannah, or you will be severely punished."

"Uh...long-winded."

Rebecca rolled her eyes, transforming into a sexy maid with a curvaceous figure, and she wasn't wearing any clothes.

"How about it?"

"Ahem, what I need is a maid who does odd jobs, not a porn star from the Rose Theatre."

Locke nervously looked around, and only breathed a sigh of relief after confirming that no one was there.

Rebecca rolled her eyes again, transforming into a little girl dressed in a cute maid outfit.

"Stop being so long-winded. Come on, what do you need to do? Don't make this devil clean the toilet, or I'll curse you to have children without an anus."

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

Locke covered his forehead with one hand, convinced that Rebecca, that Zaunite girl, must have been cursing his ancestors' graves behind his back.

The same is true.

Locke led Rebecca to Hannah's side.

"Hannah, do you remember poor Sheldon? He died in the West End water pollution incident. This is his granddaughter Rebecca, who has nowhere to go. I was thinking of hiring a maid to do odd jobs. What do you think?"

Locke was certain Hannah wouldn't refuse the offer, because she was very kind and would never let a little girl end up on the streets.

“We cannot 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 guess I'll have to become a streetwalker. Damn Sheldon, why did he have to die? Why wasn't it Rockbench who died?"

Locke was sweating.

Hannah paused for a moment, then grabbed Rebecca's shoulder.

"Rebecca, your thinking is wrong. I've decided to keep you by my side and educate you properly. Hmm, can you cook?"

"Cooking? Bullshit, don't mention that damn cooking to me."

Rebecca cursed, and Hannah was stunned again. "It's okay, but first you need to get rid of the habit of swearing. It's not something a lady should do."

Rebecca was not about to listen to Hannah. She was about to use her skills to show Hannah what real profanity was when she discovered an elegant black cat sitting on the spiral escalator, watching her coldly.

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

Rebecca swallowed hard and nodded obediently.

"Damn it, Hannah, I'll change."

Can you cook?

Locke asked Rebecca with a smile.

Rebecca said, forcing herself to speak, "I will, a little bit."

"It's alright, you can learn if you don't know how. Locke is a great cook. I'll teach you culture and etiquette, and Locke will teach you cooking. You'll become an excellent maid, and even if you leave here, you can find a job. Rebecca, life will get better."

Hannah patted Rebecca's little shoulder encouragingly.

Rebecca rolled her eyes, silently replying to Hannah, 'What a load of rubbish.'

Chapter 100, The Heartless Locke

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

"That despicable Locke Bemon, he actually sent a demon to clean up the house!!!"

As Rebecca roared, she transformed into a white cloud of smoke, sweeping away all the dust in the attic like a tornado.

After blowing away the dust, she had turned into a ring of gray smoke. She looked at the spider hanging halfway up the attic and revealed a cruel expression.

She grabbed the spider. "Rock Bemon, I'll eat you sooner or later!"

She tossed the spider into her mouth, chewed it with a crunch, and her expression changed slightly.

"Ugh, this is awful, damn Locke Bemon."

Then she saw cockroaches in the attic. Her eyes lit up, and she subdued the group of cockroaches in the attic, making them start cleaning.

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

She sat on the sofa in the attic to rest, giving orders as she did so.

"Rock Bemon, stop slacking off! Yes, I'm talking to you, you shifty-eyed, long-tailed rascal! Stop looking, it's you!"

Upon hearing footsteps downstairs, Rebecca immediately turned on them, sweeping away the cockroaches and rats she had just been diligently cleaning, ending their fragile lives, and dumping their corpses into the trash can.

She pretended to be very tired and even smeared some dust on her face, hoping to gain her master Locke's sympathy and prevent him from letting her into the kitchen.

She hated the kitchen.

"Rebecca, you are absolutely amazing."

Hannah went up to the attic first.

Hannah couldn't believe it. She and Locke had just finished cleaning the first floor, and Rebecca had swept the rest of the house clean by herself, organizing everything perfectly. No one would believe her experience and efficiency without 20 years of experience as a maid.

"Um, it's nothing, I'm just a little tired, I might need to rest."

Rebecca wiped the sweat from her forehead.

"You've worked hard, Rebecca. Go and rest. The attic looks very clean now. Go take a hot shower and change into some clean clothes."

Locke said with a smile.

Rebecca's eyes lit up. Could she finally rest?

Locke's next words plunged her into despair.

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

Locke said.

"Me? Preparing dinner?"

Rebecca thought she had misheard.

Locke nodded. "Yes, go and enjoy your rest time. You'll prepare the dinner tonight; we'll make sure Hannah is amazed."

Hannah looked at Rebecca suspiciously.

Rebecca grabbed her hair, roared, and stormed downstairs.

"Shit! Shit! Screw your 'open your eyes' nonsense!"

"What's wrong with this child?"

Hannah asked nervously.

"She must have felt that she smelled terrible and couldn't wait to take a shower. Don't worry, she's someone who's been through a lot."

Locke comforted Hannah.

“But I always feel like she’s really angry. Locke, aren’t you going too far? Not only are you making her clean, but you’re also making her prepare dinner tonight.”

Hannah stood with her hands on her hips, glaring at Locke.

"Hannah, your kindness will kill her. You can indulge her now, but have you thought about her future? How will she stand on her own two feet in society if she doesn't learn maid skills as soon as possible? We can be lenient with her, but what about the other employers? Will they be as lenient with her as we are? We should teach her to adapt to the life of a maid as soon as possible. That's what's best for her."

Locke said in a very serious tone.

Hannah looked at Locke suspiciously. "So how much are you planning to pay her per month?"

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

Locke looked at Hannah seriously.

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

“You can tell she’s not an adult yet, right? If we pay her a salary, that would be equivalent to employing a child laborer, which is illegal. I can’t do that, and neither can Hannah.”

Locke said.

"Wait a minute, isn't this what you said about having her come to our house as a maid for chores? If we don't pay her a salary, why should we expect her to do any work?"

Hannah approached Locke, intending to grab his ear and warn him against becoming a capitalist.

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

“We provide accommodation and take her in. You can also teach her how to be a good person, and I will teach her how to cook. That’s our compensation. When she comes of age, she can go out to work or stay here if she wants. We will pay her according to the normal female worker’s salary. That way, she won’t be taken advantage of, and we won’t break the law.”

When Hannah heard Locke say that, she suddenly realized that it made some sense.

“If you don’t agree with me, then I’ll have to let her go. She might become a pathetic streetwalker, or she might end up as a despicable thief in the Pete district. Of course, she might also be tricked into working as a lowly child laborer in a black factory. It’s pathetic to even think about. Forget it, let her go. Maybe she’ll meet other good people. Don’t think of the world as so dark. There are many elderly, single gentlemen who would be willing to take in such a lovely, lively, innocent, and naive girl.”

Locke shrugged helplessly, turned around, and prepared to leave the attic.

"Rebecca, we've just made a decision."

Hannah frowned and pulled Locke back. "Wait, I didn't say I wanted to get rid of Rebecca. I'll listen to you."

Locke's lips curled into a triumphant smile.