Becoming a god by raising witches

Locke looked at Hannah and said.

"Your Highness? Were you summoned by Her Highness again today?"

Hannah followed Locke into the kitchen, where Locke sliced ​​the venison leg, lightly fried it in a pan, and then placed it on the table.

"Yes, I have good news and bad news to tell you."

Locke, Hannah, Eileen, and Rebecca sat around the table, looking at the venison in front of them.

Locke sprinkled chili powder on the venison, and the ladies began to enjoy the meal while sharing his news.

"I also have some good news and some bad news to share with you."

Hannah said, eating the venison.

Eileen was fairly satisfied with the roasted venison, and her favorability rating increased by 1 point.

Rebecca imagined the venison as being from Locke's body, which made it taste even better to her.

"You go ahead and say it."

Locke said modestly.

"No, you go first."

Hannah was afraid that if she revealed the news, Locke's joy would vanish.

Locke nodded slightly and said,

"The good news is that I am now a plantation owner. Her Highness Princess Frida generously gifted me the Reindeer Plantation in the West End."

He produced the estate deed and the estate owner's seal.

These two items are proof that he owns the estate.

Hannah was completely stunned, suddenly realizing that the venison in her mouth had lost its flavor.

Eileen's eyes lit up. She scratched the stamp with her cat paw, and after confirming its authenticity, she nodded slightly. "Not bad."

"Locke, you're not kidding me, are you?"

Hannah looked at Locke in disbelief.

She never imagined that just a month ago, they were still struggling to make ends meet, living in Old Tom's Apartments in the Pete neighborhood of the West End, worrying about rent and debt.

A month later, they not only moved into such a nice attic, but Locke had also become the owner of the manor.

What exactly happened to cause such a dramatic shift in fate?

"Of course not, Hannah. You are about to become the owner of the manor. Of course, that's just the good news. I have bad news too."

Locke sighed.

"What bad news? Tell me so I can cheer you up."

Rebecca smiled and looked at Locke.

Hannah, however, had already started to let her imagination run wild. "Could it be that Her Highness the Princess wants you to marry into her family?"

Locke looked at Hannah in surprise. "Hannah, what are you thinking? That's definitely better news. Becoming Princess Frida's prince will solve our whole family's financial problems."

"If that weren't the case, why would she give you a manor?"

Hannah asked, puzzled.

"That's because of Jerry. Jerry won the Noble Pet Competition for her, and she's thanking me, and of course, because of my good performance today."

Locke patted Jerry's head.

"So that's it."

Hannah breathed a sigh of relief. Although the princess was of noble birth, she did not want Locke to marry such a noble woman, as it would mean that Locke would have to live with his head down forever in the future.

Hannah hopes that Locke's future wife will be like Locke, with an equal relationship.

"Where's the bad news?"

"The bad news is that there are a large number of servants on the manor, and the daily expenses are huge. I am definitely not capable of supporting them."

Locke looked at Eileen.

Eileen, who has always wanted to become a manor owner, should probably take care of her family's financial problems, right?

Eileen licked the cat's paw and said calmly,

"Fire them all. I don't need that many servants. You are enough."

"Wait, are you kidding me? I have a hard time even cleaning it by myself. It's a huge manor."

Locke said.

Hannah frowned, noticing that her brother was communicating with the cat again, and it seemed like they were even exchanging words.

"What kind of bad news is this?"

Rebecca rolled her eyes.

"Do you have a solution?"

Locke looked at her.

She shrugged and, for the sake of the venison, said, "I can persuade them to stay on the estate as servants without taking a single micker."

"No."

Hannah and Locke spoke in unison.

The two looked at each other and smiled.

"It seems we're not destined to become capitalists."

"Yes, I can't stand being owed wages, just like I can't stand being owed wages."

The two of them said.

Rebecca thought the siblings were beyond saving.

"Fire the redundant people and keep only the necessary ones. In my opinion, no one needs to be kept. If you really need people, we can hire some for free."

Eileen suddenly said, "Let's go, you take me to see the manor, and I'll take you to recruit new people."

Locke looked at Eileen with a mixture of belief and doubt.

Eileen wiped her mouth clean and jumped onto Locke's shoulder.

"It's so late, how about tomorrow?"

“I don’t think it’s late. In fact, I’ve been sleeping at home all day. It’s time to go out and get some exercise.”

"Then get off my shoulder."

"I just ate and I don't want to move."

"hehe."

Locke chuckled twice, noticing Hannah's speechless expression.

“Oh, beautiful Hannah, come on, I’ll take you and Rebecca on a tour of the manor. I’ll probably be busy all day tomorrow.”

"It's so late, are you sure?"

Hannah asked suspiciously.

"Don't worry, we'll go by carriage, and I'm a sheriff now, no one will dare mess with us."

Locke patted his chest.

Hannah reminded her, "He's a cook at the Sheriff's Court, which, strictly speaking, is different from a sheriff."

"Haha, don't take it so seriously. Think about it, how long has it been since we went out at night?"

Locke smiled and led the ladies out, while Jerry stayed home to look after the house.

Locke hailed a small carriage drawn by black-tailed horses.

If Rebecca weren't so petite, Eileen wouldn't even need to calculate the volume; they probably wouldn't fit in at all.

A black cat perched on Locke's shoulder, Hannah held Rebecca in her arms, and the coachman sat outside driving the carriage.

As Hannah got into the carriage, she noticed that the driver had a bandage wrapped around his head.

"Driver, you're injured but you still have to drive. It must be so hard for you."

"Ugh, don't even mention it, it's been so unlucky. The West District is getting more and more chaotic."

Chapter 136, Her Majesty's Chess Game

The coachman touched the bandage on his head and asked, "Where are you going, guests?"

Hannah swallowed hard. "To the West End."

The coachman scratched his head again, feeling a bit unlucky, but he couldn't very well turn away customers.

"The West District is in a lot of chaos right now. If you really want to go, you'll have to add 10 miles."

"Okay, it's not easy working this late. Considering how dedicated you are, we're willing to give you an extra 5 mcg."