Becoming a god by raising witches

"Was she once a noble lady? Killed by kidnappers, how pitiful. So, what can you do?"

"Okay, you can't do anything. I'm sorry, I can't have you unless you can demonstrate your talent."

"Next person."

"Oh, she can cook. She can stay. Locke, you have a new assistant. Her name is Alice."

“You were beaten to death by your husband. You couldn’t help but want to strangle any man you saw. I’m sorry, I can’t hire such a dangerous employee.”

"Want to eat people? You'd better go back to your grave."

"If you know how to raise horses, that's fine; you can be a horse trainer."

Eileen divided the interviewees into two groups. Those who stayed stood behind Locke, while those who were driven away could either find a hole to crawl into or return to their own graves.

Suddenly, a skeleton dog wagged its tail and came running over.

Eileen looked at its ingratiating expression and stroked her chin.

"I remember Hannah has always wanted a dog, Locke, what do you think of this one?"

Chapter 138, You despicable demon, don't corrupt my witch lady!

An abandoned cemetery near the reindeer farm in the Ur district.

Behind Locke stood more than 50 hired undead, all of whom were young undead with a lifespan between 5 and 30 years. Each skeleton was full of energy and eager for this job, especially after Eileen ignited their soul flames, making them determined to follow Eileen.

The newly added member is a skinny bull terrier. It has to be said that its bones are quite unique, giving it a comical appearance that makes people want to laugh. In particular, it is very good at using its tail and buttocks to perform some frivolous dances.

"I think Hannah is supposed to be a normal dog, but this dog is clearly not normal."

Locke didn't want to accept this rather unconventional skull-shaped bull terrier.

"You're not Hannah, how do you know she doesn't like it? Maybe she'll love it."

Eileen blinked, a sly glint reflecting in her blue pupils.

Locke suddenly felt that he shouldn't let Eileen spend so much time with Rebecca, and that she was becoming increasingly wicked.

That despicable demon, don't corrupt my witch lady.

Meanwhile, Rebecca, who was being missed by Locke, took advantage of the fact that Butler Monte was taking her and Hannah to visit the stables, and began to act like the mistress, ordering the servants around.

Hannah and Rebecca's attire and manner of speaking were far removed from those of nobles, which naturally led the servants to look down on them.

You have to understand, they used to serve Princess Frida, who was not just a noble, but royalty. Now, their estate has been given to an ordinary sheriff, so they are bound to feel resentful. In addition, Hannah's kind and easy-going demeanor has made them even more unscrupulous.

Only the diligent old butler, Monte, knew that no matter what kind of master he was, he should serve him wholeheartedly and always be kind.

"This is the room you cleaned. The master bedroom is even dustier than the servants' quarters. You might as well have hired rats to help."

Rebecca glanced disdainfully at the fair-skinned, elegantly dressed, blonde-haired fitting maid.

The fitting maid glared at Rebecca, then haughtily raised her head.

"I'm not a maid who does chores. How could I possibly be the one to clean the rooms?"

"Oh? So what will you be responsible for?"

"Rebecca asked."

"I'm in charge of helping Her Highness try on clothes."

"That's what the fitting maid said proudly."

"Oh, then you can leave with Her Highness the Princess. There's no need for a fitting maid here. Look at you, you're as fat as a cow. If you wear Hannah's new clothes first, she probably won't be able to fit into them anymore."

Rebecca said sarcastically.

The fitting maid blushed and pointed at Rebecca, "You, you, you're vulgar!"

She clutched her chest and left the master bedroom, sobbing.

Rebecca pursed her lips and shouted, "Groom, come and clean again!"

Three maids, doing odd jobs, shoved and pushed their way in and began cleaning again.

Rebecca frowned. "Here, here, and here, are your eyes on your asses? Did the princess spoil you like this before? Oh, damn it, your hands and feet are so uncoordinated, should I chop them up and feed them to the dogs?"

The maid, with her head down, cleaned and did chores, and was occasionally scolded by Rebecca.

At first, they complained, but later they didn't dare to talk back, because Rebecca's swearing was so offensive that it made them feel like they were being challenged.

After berating the maids, Rebecca walked outside the castle and overheard the guards chatting amongst themselves.

"James, do you think the new mistress of the manor might take a liking to me, and then I'd become the manor's master?"

"Oh, Yannis, if it were the previous mistress, she definitely wouldn't have looked at you. The current mistress might actually be seduced by you, after all, you are very handsome, and this new mistress is not a lady of high status."

"Haha, yeah, she just smiled at me, I think I have a chance too."

“Then let’s compete fairly and see who can become the master of the manor.”

Rebecca narrowed her eyes and walked over to the guards.

They saw Rebecca and even whistled.

To these perpetually single guards, even a petite maid like Rebecca was a feast for the eyes.

Rebecca walked up to the guard named Yannis.

What is your salary?

"Beautiful lady, why are you asking me about my salary? Do you want to marry me? Too bad you're too young."

When Yannis said this, the guards around him laughed, as if it were a very funny joke.

Rebecca laughed along with her.

"Very well, you have a lot of guts to provoke a noble and wicked maid. Now I'll see if you really deserve to be paid."

"What do you mean?"

The guards exchanged bewildered glances, wondering what the young maid brought by the new manor owner intended to do.

Moments later, the guards stripped naked and showed off their muscles in the snow, some even fighting in pairs like primitive animals vying for mates.

The maids in the manor blushed and dared not look.

In the end, they all suffered severe punishment from Captain Baal and also caught a cold.

Rebecca thought they were useless, since none of them could successfully seduce Hannah.

And what's with this talk of being the male owner of the estate? That's a joke.

Didn't they know that the manor's owner was Locke?

Hannah could not possibly be the mistress of the manor.

The mistress of the manor is the esteemed Black Cat.

Rebecca was lost in thought, and when she was bored, she would make fun of the servants.

"So you're the chefs? Let me see your skills!"

Rebecca went into the kitchen.

There are two chefs and two kitchen maids in the kitchen. The kitchen maids help the chefs and also act as apprentices.

"She is the personal maid brought by the new owner of the manor."

The kitchen maid told the cook.

The chef sized up Rebecca's figure, frowned, and asked, "Madam, is there anything you need?"

"Hannah and I want some dessert, but we won't make things too difficult for you. Just make a regular chocolate pudding."

Rebecca said, tilting her chin up.

"I've never heard of a soft-centered chocolate pudding."

The chef shrugged and said.

"What? You can't even make chocolate custard pudding?"

Rebecca looked at her with disdain. "Are you really the manor's chef? Or are you an apprentice pretending to be one?"

“I’m a famous pastry chef in Kosalk, don’t underestimate me.”

The chef said with a resentful look.

"You can't even make chocolate pudding, yet you dare to call yourself a famous pastry chef? Can you even make a sorbet?"

"What is that? I've never even heard of it."

The two kitchen maids looked at the chef in bewilderment, and the chef said he didn't know either.

He was secretly wondering to himself, "Could it be some kind of country delicacy?"

"I can't make chocolate pudding, and I can't make sorbet either. Forget it, I won't make desserts. But I can make Kosork seafood paella, right? And I can make boiled lamb, right?"

Rebecca put her hands on her hips, frowned, and asked.

"will not."

The two chefs looked at each other, realizing that they didn't know any of the dishes Rebecca mentioned.