Becoming a god by raising witches

Locke asked.

"No, let's buy groceries, go home, and cook."

Hannah returned home with a full load of goods, but she wasn't in a good mood; she was melancholy.

"Beautiful Miss Hannah, what are you worried about?"

Locke asked.

Hannah frowned and said seriously,

"You're spending so lavishly on me now, I can't believe you have a girlfriend. Maybe you'll spend all your savings on her."

"Hannah, I'm not that kind of person. I need to keep some savings because I want to raise a cat."

Locke said sincerely.

"If that's the case, perhaps having a cat as a girlfriend wouldn't be a bad thing, at least it could curb your spending desires."

Hannah smiled again.

Hehe, don't be too sure of yourself. That Miss Cat wants a huge estate.

Locke muttered something to himself as he walked with Hannah to East Street in Wells, home to the famous Milos Seafood Market.

Milos Warwick is a well-known seafood merchant in the Kingdom of Tumen, and he owns a fishing ground near the port in the western district.

Locke originally thought that it would be impossible to buy fresh seafood anymore, but he did not expect that the Milos Seafood Market was completely different from the seafood market in the West District. It was very similar to the seafood market in Locke's previous life. The fish ponds and aquariums of all sizes were filled with all kinds of seafood, all of which were still alive and kicking.

In contrast, the practice of simply throwing live and dead fish onto the ground to create a stall in the western market seems extremely low-class.

The Milos seafood market uses this method to ensure that seafood can be stored for one or two weeks without major problems.

The strong smell of fish filled Locke's nostrils, and he regretted coming to the seafood market himself; he should have sent Rebecca instead.

"Hannah, you can choose. I suddenly remembered that I left something in Sophie's shop. Wait for me to go get it."

"What dropped?"

"Hannah asked."

Locke didn't answer and had already turned and slipped out of the seafood market.

Whether it's the East or West section, the smell of the seafood market is unbearable, especially for someone like Locke, whose sense of smell is exceptionally sensitive, yet he's not a cat.

He doesn't like the smell of fish.

The market was filled with all kinds of fresh seafood: crabs of different sizes, thrashing fish, colorful shrimp... Hannah was dazzled by the sight and was quite surprised when she asked about the prices.

She originally thought the seafood would be very expensive, but in reality, the seafood here is not only of high quality, but also not particularly expensive. Some of it is even cheaper than what is sold in the West District.

For example, seafood that is already half-dead is usually disposed of at a very low price. Hannah spent less money than at the West End Seafood Market and bought seafood of at least three times the quality of seafood at the West End Seafood Market. She went home satisfied.

When she got home, she found that Locke was already resting at home.

To be precise, it wasn't a rest, but rather a period of learning about occult knowledge.

Rebecca rolled her eyes when she saw the seafood Hannah was carrying.

"Damn it, you don't want me to use this to make paella, do you? These fish and shrimp are all dead, not fresh at all."

"This is already very fresh. Look, it can still move."

Hannah argued vehemently, her cheeks flushing red.

"Really."

Rebecca complained, then her eyes suddenly lit up.

She blew a puff of mist into her pocket, and a Kosork shrimp suddenly came to life and jumped out of the pocket.

Hannah was startled.

Rebecca giggled.

"You weaklings, how could such a tiny shrimp scare you like this?"

Just as she was about to let all the fish and shrimp in her pocket jump out to scare Hannah, she noticed an elegant black cat staring at her.

The black cat's eyes clearly said...

"Get rid of these rotten fish and shrimp right now, or I'll kill you."

Rebecca frowned, picked up the bag, and went into the kitchen, abandoning her plan to continue teasing Hannah.

Hannah shrugged. "I told you, the fish and shrimp I bought were very fresh! More than enough for paella."

To prevent the nasty Rebecca from spitting into the food, Locke went into the kitchen to supervise and point out her mistakes.

"What are you doing here?"

Rebecca asked, dissatisfied.

"I need to remind you not to be disrespectful to the ingredients."

Locke reminded him.

"Could there be a god of food in this world? Heh."

Rebecca sneered, wishing she could spit on the long-tailed shrimp right then and there.

"Of course there is, the one in front of you is one."

Locke smiled and raised an eyebrow.

"Bullshit, you despicable and shameless human, how dare you presume to stand shoulder to shoulder with God."

Rebecca's gaze grew even more disdainful.

"Sometimes 'god' doesn't describe 'god,' but rather refers to a kind of miraculous skill. For example, right now, I'm going to show you what miraculous cooking skills are."

As Locke spoke, he began to prepare the fish and shrimp.

His technique was skillful; whether it was deveining shrimp or slicing fish, his knife work was superb, leaving no room for criticism. Rebecca was also stunned.

It seems he had a trick up his sleeve while working in the Bureau of Investigation's kitchen.

“If you hadn’t told me, I would have suspected you were an old fisherman who had been killing fish for 20 years.”

Rebecca praised it.

"I feel like you're being sarcastic."

"I wouldn't dare."

Locke began teaching Rebecca how to make paella, saying, "Red irises are the soul of paella, never forget them."

"I know, long-winded."

"Be polite to your master."

"..."

An hour later, Rebecca made authentic seafood rice for the first time.

Her eyes lit up as she smelled the seafood, and she said excitedly.

"I did it! I did it! A perfect recreation of Roque Bemon's paella!!!"

"Yes, you did it. You have a lot of talent."

Locke smiled and encouraged her, saying that Rebecca was his first disciple and needed to be encouraged and coaxed. He would leave the future of cooking to her.

"I finally did it! Rhaenys, did you see that? Now you can't stop me... well, never mind, I can't eat Locke Bemon anymore."

Rebecca's mood suddenly turned somber.

Locke patted her on the shoulder, comforting her.

"Don't be discouraged. Although you can't eat me, you've learned my superb cooking skills. Here, have a bite of seafood rice."

Locke scooped up a spoonful of crispy seafood rice and fed it to Rebecca.

Rebecca's tears instantly streamed down her face.

"Waaah~ It's so delicious! I made it so well. If I could add the soul of Locke Bemon, it would be even more perfect."

"Ahem, your great master is right beside you, please don't say it so openly."

Chapter 101, The Flame of Love

Rebecca brought the paella to the table, awaiting Hannah's inspection.

Hannah smelled the delicious seafood paella and looked on with disbelief.

"Rebecca, did you make this?"

"Of course, I didn't do it. Could it have been you?"

Rebecca proudly raised her head.

Snapped--

Her proud head was slapped, and she turned angrily to look at Locke, the culprit.

"Be polite to your elders."