Becoming a god by raising witches

Angela raised her little face and said with a smile, "I originally dreamed of becoming a painter, but unfortunately, I was held back by Dimo."

"Oh, my angel, you are now also an excellent painter, belonging to the Sixth Bureau of Oddity Investigation."

Dimo said with a smile.

"Let's go, we need to find a carriage. I have a feeling this is a trap, otherwise why would she appear in front of Locke twice in this carriage?"

Angela said.

"The director is so smart, do you think she wouldn't have thought of what you've thought of? She just wants to turn the tables on Krista and see what she's up to."

Dimo retorted.

"Maybe so, but I always feel that the director is trying to fish, and she herself is the big fish."

Angela said.

“This time I’m on Dimo’s side. Not many people can outsmart our director.”

"Look," Sieg said, "she's wary of even a cat."

Locke placed the black cat he was holding on his shoulder. "You can't blame the chief. When dealing with the supernatural, caution and prudence are essential qualities."

"Look, cute kitty, your owner is actually speaking up for that horrible woman. Why don't you come with me?"

Sieg reached out his hand, wanting to pet the black cat.

Eileen revealed her sharp claws and cold eyes.

Sieg paused, his hands frozen in the wind.

"Haha, Sieg got rejected by Locke's cat."

Angela laughed. She liked to tease Sig because of his promiscuous private life.

"Cats are proud creatures, please forgive her for not being able to accept your affection for the time being."

Locke came to Sieg's rescue.

Sieg shrugged. "Okay, all I want to see right now is your beautiful sister. To protect her, I've decided to move into your place today. I can sleep in the master bedroom with you if you don't mind."

"I mind."

I'm still sleeping in the attic myself, and you're sleeping in the master bedroom?

Locke thought to himself.

"Haha, Sieg got rejected by Locke."

Angela laughed again.

Sieg glanced at the short man who wasn't very tall. "As a lady, you shouldn't laugh so unrestrainedly. Be careful you never get married."

"Damn it, if I can't get married, I'll make Dimo ​​support me for the rest of my life."

Angela glared at Sieg, then stretched out her little foot and kicked him hard in the shin.

Sieg hugged his aching leg. "Dimo, please do something about your adopted daughter."

"I can't control it, it's none of my business."

Dimo shrugged and continued drinking.

Robson blushed, wanting to say something, but his shyness prevented him from speaking.

After Locke got off work, Sieg insisted on going home with him, becoming an inseparable leech.

Considering that the red-haired woman might have her eye on Hannah, Locke had no choice but to bring his friend and landlord back with him.

However, when the two arrived home, they found that Hannah had not returned on time.

"Did you come back too early?"

Sieg asked.

“That’s possible, but these are special times, and I still want to go pick up Hannah.”

Locke stood up, with Sieg following behind him.

"Don't be so nervous. Didn't you send Rebecca with Hannah? Nothing should happen."

Locke had just opened the door when he saw an angry Hannah.

“Locke, I never imagined Mr. Smith was this kind of person. I want to resign. I can no longer be Bonnie’s governess.”

"What's wrong, Hannah?"

Locke feigned surprise and asked, though he was actually in a very good mood to see Hannah home.

Hannah noticed Sieg, a tall and burly man, standing next to Locke.

Sieg is a typical handsome man. Even though he is not as good-looking as Locke, he has a really good physique and is the kind of man who can attract a group of wives wherever he goes.

"Who is this?"

Hannah asked, puzzled.

“He is my colleague Sig, and also the nephew of our generous landlord. He is the one who introduced us to this place.”

Locke introduced.

"Oh, it's Mr. Sieg. Thank you so much."

Hannah extended her hand and shook hands with Sig in a friendly manner.

Sieg maintained a polite smile.

“Miss Hannah, I’ve heard from Locke that he has a very beautiful older sister. Seeing her today, I was truly impressed. I bet Mr. Smith couldn’t help but confess his feelings to you, which is why you’re so unhappy. In fact, this only proves your charm.”

Hannah paused, then covered her mouth.

“Mr. Sieg, you guessed right. Mr. Smith did confess his feelings to me, but he already has a family. He is a shameless man. What a filthy confession. I never want to see his face again.”

"Yes, it is indeed worthy of criticism for someone with a family to do this. Even if someone is to accept a confession, it should be a single man like me."

Before Sieg could finish speaking, Locke dragged him aside and gave him a warning.

He didn't want Hannah to be targeted by a playboy, especially one who had gotten his stepmother pregnant.

Seager has a very low moral standard.

Sieg waved his hand. "I was just joking. Don't worry, I have no interest in flat chests."

Locke broke out in a sweat, recalling Sieg's attitude towards Angela. It seemed to be true; Sieg didn't like flat-chested women.

What are you two talking about?

Although Hannah tried her best to maintain a ladylike image in front of strangers, she was suddenly upset when she heard people talking behind her back about her flat chest. Coupled with the fact that she had just lost her job, she was in a terrible mood. In anger, she raised her hand and slapped Locke and Sieg on the head.

Even if the man is the landlord's nephew.

Chapter 104, The Masquerade Ball

Sieg and Locke each received a solid slap on the head, learning the price of gossiping about a lady behind her back.

Hannah stormed out of the door and sat down on the living room sofa.

"What an unpleasant day."

A wisp of white smoke followed Hannah and made a face at Locke and Sieg.

White smoke drifted into the servants' quarters and transformed into Rebecca dressed as a maid.

Rebecca stepped out of the room and asked Hannah, feigning concern,

"Miss Hannah, what happened to you that makes you feel so bad?"

"It's nothing, nothing to brag about. I just lost a job."

Hannah stormed upstairs, not wanting to eat dinner.

Sieg and Locke walked into the living room.

Don't you think your sister has a bit of a temper?

Sieg asked.

Locke made a shushing gesture to avoid being attacked by Hannah again.

"She doesn't usually act like this, but never mention flat chests in front of her again."

Locke whispered a reminder.

"Well, if that's the case, I should have known better. Angela doesn't like hearing that word either."

Sieg shrugged, a helpless expression on his face.

The two sat down in the living room, and Sieg suggested going to a small pub on a nearby street for a drink, but Locke refused.

Locke went into the kitchen and began preparing dinner.

Tonight he plans to make spaghetti bolognese for dinner, which is simple to make and suits the tastes of most Westerners.

Locke put on an apron and had Rebecca help him.

Of course, Locke would personally step in at crucial moments; he couldn't miss any opportunity to feed the witch.