Becoming a god by raising witches

Monte asked.

Locke glanced at Sieg, Robson, Angela, and Dimme.

"We're definitely going hunting, what's there to see at the manor?"

Angela said with a smile.

She was not unfamiliar with the extravagance of high society; in her eyes, the furnishings of this manor were quite simple and frugal.

Sieg also said he was going hunting.

Dimo shrugged. "I'm going to protect Angela."

I'll stay here.

Robson disliked the cruel activity of hunting, even though his hands were already stained with blood.

So Locke and Robson went on a tour of the manor with their butler, Monte.

During the tour, the old butler also gave a general introduction to the personnel here.

Locke mentally calculated the expenses for this group of people.

The head maid, Olena, was in charge of all the purchasing work on the estate, similar to procurement, and her weekly salary was around 1000 mcg.

Another older maid, Vera, was in charge of scheduling all the servants, similar to personnel management. She and Olena were both head maids, and their weekly salary was also 1000 mice.

There are 10 other young maids in total.

Courtney was in charge of tasting the food, and Lettia was in charge of trying on clothes. Their salaries were comparable to those of personal maids, with a weekly wage of 600 mice.

Vivas and Jenny are laundry maids, responsible for sewing, washing clothes, cleaning sheets, and other tasks. They have a relatively low status and earn around 500 mice per week.

Lisa and Gemma were responsible for helping in the kitchen, and their weekly salary was the same as that of the laundry maids, 500 mice.

There are also four maids who do odd jobs, with a weekly wage of 300 mcg.

Chefs André and Marciu earn around 800 Micks a week.

The three grooms are responsible for feeding, caring for, and training the horses. Although the job may seem insignificant, in Kosork, people who know how to raise horses are highly sought after, and their weekly wages are no less than those of the head maid, around 1000 mcg.

The three gardeners' weekly wages should be comparable to those of the chefs, at 800 mcg each.

The captain of the guards, Baal, earns 1000 mcg per week, while the 49 guards earn 500 mcg per week.

In addition, the old butler's salary should be around 3000 Micks.

Based on this calculation, the fixed weekly wage for the servants alone in the manor is as high as 41900 mcg, which is equivalent to 4.19 gold mcg, and 16.76 gold mcg per month.

This doesn't even include the daily food and drink for so many people.

The expenses of an estate are indeed beyond the reach of ordinary people; I wonder how those impoverished nobles managed to sustain themselves.

Locke began to have a headache. His salary was far from enough to cover the expenses of so many people, and it seemed that he would have no choice but to lay off employees.

Those lazy guards at the gate are the first thing we can't do.

They're so careless, they won't even realize danger is coming.

Locke decided to go back and discuss it with Eileen. She had always wanted a manor, and now that her wish had come true, she should give something in return, right?

At this moment, Princess Frida had taken off her elaborately patterned court dress and put on trousers, a shirt, a vest, and a fur coat. She also put on her hunting gear, and her long silver hair was styled into a high ponytail. She looked dashing and very pleasing to the eye.

She rode a fine chestnut horse, looking at the crowd with a cheerful expression, when suddenly her brow furrowed.

"Where is Locke?"

"The butler took him on a tour. Didn't you say the estate was for him?"

The head maid, Natal, had also changed into trousers and said with a smile.

"We're going to give it to him, but there are conditions. He has to bring the white deer back to me. Go and call him here quickly."

Princess Frida angrily cracked her whip, and the brown chestnut horse galloped away, circling in the riding arena.

Natal immediately sent someone to fetch Locke and told him what had happened.

Locke could only leave Robson to tour the area alone and rushed to Princess Frida's side.

"You should have told me sooner that I needed to catch a white deer for you, in case there aren't any white deer on this mountain."

Locke asked.

“It’s impossible for it not to exist. Even if it doesn’t, the manor is still mine.”

Frida raised her chin and looked down at Locke. "Quickly choose a horse to accompany me up the mountain."

"Locke, let's go have some fun. I'll help you."

Angela blinked.

She could tell that the impoverished Locke really liked the manor and had already started thinking about growing vegetables there.

Locke sighed, went to the stables and chose a black horse, which he struggled to mount with the help of his groom, Herbert.

He had never learned to ride a horse before, and if he didn't have excellent balance, he might have fallen off immediately.

"Actually, I can't ride a horse. Is there any quick way to learn?"

Locke asked Herbert, who looked at him in surprise, then, realizing Locke wasn't joking, replied...

"If you can't ride a horse, I suggest you choose a docile one and don't go hunting, as that will kill you. There's no shortcut to learning to ride a horse."

"Alright, thanks for the reminder, but Her Highness the Princess insists that I accompany her on the hunting trip to the mountains, so I have no choice. Is this horse docile?"

Locke asked.

"It's called Blaze, and it has a terrible temper. Although it's top-notch in both speed and power, it's definitely not suitable for beginners."

As he spoke, Herbert wiped the sweat from his brow. He didn't want the princess's guest to die from a fall from his horse, as that could result in his dismissal.

Locke heard that the horse was in a bad mood, so he immediately jumped off its back. As a beginner, he was not the kind of person who was overly ambitious.

Herbert chose a gentle but slow black-tailed horse for Locke.

“Mr. Bemon, when you mount your horse, don’t put your feet too deep into the stirrups. Although it’s more stable if you put your feet in, if you fall off, it’s easy for them to stick to the stirrups and be dragged along by the horse. Trust me, this will cause a tragedy that you absolutely do not want to happen.”

Herbert reminded him.

"Okay, I know."

Locke nodded slightly.

"Also, you must wear your protective gear properly. Helmet and vest are both necessary. Although it may not look good, there is no other way."

To ensure Locke's safety, Herbert even took out the training equipment his son used, striving to ensure that Locke would be unharmed even if he fell off his horse.

Fortunately, 17-year-old Locke was still a teenager, about the same size as his son, and had not developed a beer belly from the alcohol and gluttony of high society.

Otherwise, Herbert wouldn't know where to find close-fitting protective gear for beginners.

Every guest who comes to the reindeer farm knows how to ride a horse.

In fact, the reason why the Reindeer Farm is called Reindeer Farm is because you can hunt reindeer in the mountains behind the farm.

Locke straightened his helmet, made sure he was wearing a protective vest, thick pants, and gloves, and then, following Herbert's instructions, sat on the saddle.

“Mr. Bemon, if there are other riders around, it is best to keep your distance. Horses can interfere with each other. Horses that were not running before will be pulled into running by horses that are running. Even if they are not running, if two horses are walking close together, they may kick or shove each other, which could cause injury to the riders.”

"When you see it moving slowly sideways like a crab, you need to be especially careful. This is the prelude to the horse lying down and rolling on the ground. Usually, it will move sideways for a few steps before rolling. At this time, you must not panic. At such a slow speed, nothing serious will happen, but there is a certain probability that the horse will run over your leg and cause injury."

"As long as you take your feet off the stirrups before the horse lies down."

"Once the horse lies down, the person can stand still and walk to the side while I handle it."

"If you are brave enough, you can continue to hold the reins, stand to the side of the horse, and pull it up."

Herbert decided to ride a horse and stay by Locke's side at all times.

Locke could tell that this was a very responsible coachman, completely different from the other two lazy coaches.

"Is there anything else I should be aware of?"

Locke asked.

Herbert thought about it carefully and said,

"Once the horse starts running uncontrollably, never try to dismount before it accelerates. If you fail, you will be dragged along again, and even if you manage to jump off, there is a chance of injury."

"Then what should I do?"

Locke asked.

"After the horse starts running, press firmly into the stirrups, squeeze your knees together, and ideally stand up on the horse for stability. Then, grip the reins tightly with both hands, keeping one hand still while the other continuously rubs the bit in the horse's mouth. This high-frequency friction will make the horse uncomfortable, causing it to brake."

"If you unfortunately have one foot off the stirrup and are about to fall off, don't panic. What you need to do is lean forward and hold onto the horse's neck with both hands. Even if both feet are off, don't let go."

Herbert gave his earnest instructions.

He was like a nagging old woman, constantly explaining safety knowledge to Locke, which made his two colleagues smirk.

“Look, doesn’t Herbert look like an old lady?”

"Or you should say that young man, doesn't he look like a seven or eight-year-old child, needing so much instruction? Why did he still choose to ride a horse? Why not just give up? No gentleman would take risks in an area he is not good at."

Both men were excellent horse trainers, very proud, and only wanted to serve the nobles and royalty. They had no interest in Locke, who was still just a lowly sheriff, even though he was a guest brought by the princess.

They had no idea that this lowly sheriff would one day become the new owner of the manor.