Becoming a god by raising witches

"That's strange? That's because you haven't seen truly strange dishes, you ignorant Rebecca."

Locke managed to change the word "demon" to Rebecca in time to avoid giving himself away in front of Hannah.

After finishing her breakfast, Hannah exclaimed in admiration,

"Rebecca, you are amazing! You even make desserts so well. You will definitely become an excellent chef in the future."

"Who wants to be a chef? I don't want to be a chef. Don't think that praising me like this will make me like you."

Rebecca stood with her hands on her hips, looking at Hannah seriously.

This human doesn't seem so bad; they seem easy to get along with.

Well, compared to that freak Rock Bemon, she really is like an angel.

Unfortunately, I cannot devour her soul.

Rebecca thought to herself.

"Xiao Ai, how does it taste?"

Locke asked.

Eileen licked her paw and said indifferently, "So-so."

So you really do prefer Chinese food?

Locke stroked his chin.

After breakfast, Locke took the black cat to work, while Hannah embarked on her journey to Bonnie's house alone.

The journey from No. 11 Peggs to No. 45 Oro only took half an hour, which made Hannah very happy.

Although there weren't any familiar faces on the street to greet her, it didn't affect her mood.

An elderly man was feeding pigeons at a street corner. Perhaps due to his age, he slipped and fell. A beautiful woman with long red hair walked over and helped him up.

"What a kind and gentle lady! Who says only indifferent capitalists live in the East District?"

Hannah smiled and sighed.

The red-haired woman looked up and met Hannah's gaze.

Hannah gave a friendly smile, like a stranger.

The red-haired woman smiled slightly, and the two brushed past each other.

Hannah went to Mr. Smith's house and rang the doorbell.

Her lively and cheerful student Bonnie opened the door, and standing next to Bonnie was Smith Kron, dressed in a tailcoat, wearing a silk hat, and carrying a briefcase.

Good morning, Mr. Smith. Good morning, Bonnie.

Good morning, Ms. Hannah.

Bonnie said with a smile.

"Hey teacher, why is someone behind you?"

Bonnie looked at Hannah's back with a puzzled expression.

Hannah turned around and found nothing there.

Bonnie scratched her head. "I clearly saw a white shadow just now."

"Bonnie, you can't let the nanny tell you scary stories at night anymore."

"Seriously," Smith Kron said.

Bonnie pouted and said in a childish voice, "But Bonnie likes to listen to scary stories. Bonnie can't fall asleep without listening to scary stories."

"I'm sorry, Miss Hannah, Bonnie is in your care today."

"It's alright, Mr. Smith, you should go to work."

Hannah walked into the house with a smile.

Smith looked at Hannah intently and found her to be even more beautiful and charming than before.

"Hannah, why don't you stay home for dinner tonight?"

Without waiting for Hannah's consent, he left the house and took a private carriage to work at the bank.

Smith is a senior bank employee.

His wife, Millie Wooda, was a true lady. Although she wasn't particularly beautiful, she was very elegant in her manners, and her father was a large rancher.

Smith always felt that marriage was a transaction between two families, and that marriage did not guarantee happiness. Even after having a daughter, he still felt empty inside.

Even if a wife has excellent family upbringing but has never actually attended a grammar school, it is difficult for her to enter his inner world.

Until he met Hannah, who was as cheerful and kind as a sunflower.

He sensed a refined cultural background and youthful energy in this tutor, as if he had returned to his innocent teenage years.

He remembered that he was a recent graduate at the time and fell in love at first sight with the professor's daughter. Unfortunately, he had nothing and could only bury his budding love in his heart.

Smith has been in a good mood lately. He wore his new tuxedo, the most fashionable top hat, and his beard was neatly trimmed.

He felt a strange joy when he saw that Hannah was wearing a new dress today.

He believed that Hannah had noticed his changes and was hoping to please him in this way, which was why she extended the invitation.

He sat in the carriage, but his mind was not on his work at the bank at all. He was just fantasizing about having the nanny take his daughter to the amusement park in the afternoon so that he could have dinner with Hannah. Today was a good opportunity since his wife had gone back to visit her elderly father.

He hoped to develop a wonderful relationship with Hannah, imagining her shy expression at dinner. A slight smile appeared on his lips, revealing an expression completely different from his usual cold and serious demeanor.

Just as he was lost in his fantasies, fate played a cruel joke on him.

The long-tailed black horse pulling the carriage seemed startled and suddenly let out a long neigh, causing the carriage to sway wildly. No matter how the coachman pulled the reins or cracked the whip, it was no use.

Smith felt a sudden dizziness and his body tumbled out of the car. Unfortunately, there was a manhole cover that had been opened for repairs on the side of the road, and Smith rolled straight into it like a ball.

But he stood up from the sewer, his body covered in mud and dirty water.

A wisp of inconspicuous white smoke drifted past him, heading towards the Wells district.

The white smoke eventually disappeared into the Sixth Sheriff's Court, Mrs. Freya's office.

"Oh, Rebecca, I heard that Renis gave you to Locke, is that true?"

When Mrs. Freya saw Rebecca, she couldn't resist gossiping.

"Don't mention Rhaenys to me, that treacherous woman. What is she doing now? I'm going to settle the score with her."

"It looks like it's true. Poor Rebecca, Renis is in a meeting. If you disturb her now, she might eat you alive."

"Me, a mighty demon, afraid of her? If she had the guts to eat me, she would have done it long ago."

Rebecca was not convinced.

Suddenly, a white dove landed on Freya's office windowsill. Rebecca narrowed her eyes and chose to remain silent.

She doesn't have Renis's strength right now, and besides, she's only a clone.

The reason she came here was simple: she had heard some gossip and wanted to share it with her best friend, Mrs. Freya.

"Did you know? Hannah, the sister of Rockbemont, is now working as a tutor. That man is obviously lusting after her, and he can't hide his little thoughts from me, the great devil."

"Such a thing is true? Did Locke's sister agree to it?"

"She probably doesn't know that she's an arrogant human being. The kindness she exudes is nauseating. I don't know why anyone would like a woman like her. She not only likes to lecture, but also likes to meddle in other people's business. I've decided to punish that blind man. Even if he wants to cheat on his wife, he shouldn't be attracted to a woman like her. Don't you agree?"

Rebecca said, her mouth twisted in a crooked way.

"I think you make a lot of sense. How can anyone in this world like a kind woman? Shouldn't they like a bad woman?"

Mrs. Freya wholeheartedly agreed, and the two chatted for a long time, to the point that the investigators' expense reports were once again put on hold.

Locke was in a meeting in Renis's office on the third floor. He listened to Rebecca and Mrs. Freya's conversation and frowned slightly.

I never expected Hannah's employer to have such feelings for her. It seems that my decision to send Rebecca to protect Hannah was the right one.

Hmm, why isn't this demon with Hannah?

"Locke, do you have any ideas?"

Renis suddenly called out Locke, who was slacking off.

Locke paused for a moment, then shook his head. "I'll follow the director's instructions."

Renis looked away and continued,

"If the Witch's Book is really in Kosork, we must find it no matter what, and not let it fall into the hands of the witch."

"Chief, I'd like to ask if Krista is the legendary witch of deception?"

Angela asked.

Renis shook her head. "No, she is definitely not the Witch of Deception herself. I suspect she is the chosen successor of the Witch of Deception. She needs the Book of Witches to completely revive the Witch of Deception within her."

"And who is that red-haired woman?"

Locke asked.

"They might be her followers. Witches like to be high above others; they don't like to be lone wolves and always develop some servants."

"Renes said."