Becoming a god by raising witches

"Good heavens, how can there be such unprofessional chefs like you? Even Locke Bemon can make this, but you just can't. Never mind, I'll teach you the simplest one: beef stew in Burgundy. Listen carefully to the steps, we'll be having this for dinner tonight."

After Rebecca came out of the kitchen, she strolled around the garden and saw the old gardener pruning the trees.

"You're the gardener? Change this sculpture. We don't need any other shapes here. Just trim them all to look like me. Hmm, great Rebecca."

Rebecca pointed to her own appearance.

The old gardener shook his head. "I can only trim these plants neatly. The styles are the basic Kossock round, York cone, and square. Of course, if you want heart-shaped or petal-shaped ones, that's fine too. Yours is too complicated, I really can't do it."

"What? I can't cut it? It's too complicated? Do I look complicated? Do you believe I can make sure you never see the sun tomorrow?"

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry."

"Alright, then just shape these plants into the shape of a cat. I'll draw it for you, and you can just shape them like that. Your new owner will definitely love it, trust me."

"..."

Rebecca strolled from the garden to the manor's pasture, where several maids sat leisurely eating snacks and chatting. They lived a very comfortable life and had come to regard themselves as half-nobles.

"What are you idle maids talking about?"

Rebecca moved closer.

The maids were somewhat xenophobic, so they quickly put away the snacks and pretended to be busy with their own things.

"No need to hide anymore, I heard you talking about the new manor owner, saying that he can't even ride a horse, and although he's handsome, he looks very poor."

Rebecca said with sparkling eyes, she really enjoyed talking bad about Locke Bemon.

“That’s right. Locke Bemon is a poor and stingy man. You’re doomed. I bet he won’t be willing to give you an extra bit of living expenses. You’ll definitely not be able to eat these snacks and bread anymore. Cherish your current life.”

"You...are you telling the truth?"

A young maid looked at Rebecca nervously.

Rebecca nodded slightly. "Of course, I've been with him for about a month, which is enough for me to know him well. He's a penniless man with a terrible personality. He has absolutely no gentlemanly manners. He'll make you clean the bathroom, order you to the kitchen to cook dishes you can't cook at all, and make you clean constantly without paying you a single centimeter. He's a vampire."

"Goddess, I never imagined he was this kind of person."

The maids looked grim.

"Herbert told me he's a nice guy."

One of the maids said.

Who is Herbert?

"Rebecca asked."

"It was Herbert, the horse trainer."

"That's what the maid replied."

Rebecca raised an eyebrow. "He's definitely been bribed. You can't trust him. I bet Locke is thinking about how to exploit you right now. To help you get used to it, I've decided to arrange a good job for you."

"what?"

"Go clean the washroom. You'll all have to go through this eventually anyway. Stop chatting idly here. Locke doesn't like it."

Rebecca put her hands behind her back and said with a serious expression.

In just two hours while Locke and Eileen were away, the young maid Rebecca left a deep psychological scar on the servants.

They then realized that the new manor owner was not someone to be trifled with, especially his maid Rebecca.

……

In the cemetery.

Locke sneezed unexpectedly, unaware that his reputation was being rapidly ruined.

He was currently doing his best to stop Eileen from continuing her recruitment efforts.

“I think 60 undead are enough. The manor doesn’t need that many gardeners. Although it looks big, I want it to be full of life, you understand? More living people and fewer dead people.”

Locke said.

"Are you discriminating against the undead?"

Eileen waved her cat tail.

The undead all looked at Locke in unison.

Locke shrank his neck.

“I don’t mean to discriminate against you. You will also be part of the manor in the future. Although you won’t receive a salary of one Mick, I believe you will live there happily. After all, it’s very close to here. A workplace close to home is an irresistible condition for many people.”

"Please don't mention not getting a single meter of wages."

Eileen said, "They are not the kind of undead who care about money. They don't need to eat or stay in the house. Their only desire is to become stronger and follow a good necromancer. Locke, I hope you can become such a necromancer."

"Don't joke around, how could I become a necromancer? Aren't they the people you recruited?"

Locke whispered in Eileen's ear, "Necromancers and all that, Locke has absolutely no interest in them."

It would be more suitable for Eileen to become a necromancer or necromancer witch.

"Me? How could I become a necromancer? I am a special witch, and it is impossible for me to develop in one area."

Eileen didn't intend to explain too much to Locke, feeling that so many people were indeed enough, and nodded slightly.

"40 guards, 10 maids, 2 cooks, 2 coachmen, 2 horse trainers, 1 head maid, 1 tailor, and 1 dog. Alright, you can all wait here for orders. Once the old staff at the manor are laid off, you can go over there. It won't be long, about a week. Locke will take care of it. There's one more thing: during this time, you mustn't go out and cause trouble, especially scaring people. If the Bureau of Investigation finds you, no one will come to your rescue."

Eileen confessed.

"Yes, sir."

The skeletons answered in unison.

Locke wiped the sweat from his brow, feeling that the appearance of such a large group of skeletons would probably scare Hannah half to death.

He is now facing two major problems.

The first issue is the resettlement of long-term employees.

The second challenge is explaining these new employees to Hannah, which I feel is quite difficult.

"Hannah, I hope your heart can take it."

Locke sighed silently.

Chapter 139, Confessing to Hannah

Inside the Fort Lucymar.

Inside the magnificent princess's bedroom.

Head maid Natal patted Princess Frida's shoulder and asked, puzzled,

“Your Highness, I don’t understand why you would bestow Reindeer Manor upon Locke Bemon. Even if the dogs he found for you are indeed quite excellent, and his cooking skills are superb, is it really necessary to reward him with an entire manor? Reindeer Manor is one of your favorite manors.”

Do you know who gave me that manor?

Princess Frida asked.

“I know it was a gift from Duke Fruer; Duke Fruer has always been very generous to you.”

Natal replied.

“My sister is planning to take action against Duke Fruer. I must give away all the things Duke Fruer gave me before she finds out, so as to clear myself of any involvement. Otherwise, what if my sister thinks I’m part of Duke Fruer’s faction? She won’t pity her younger sister. At times like these, you have to know which side to take. I can’t stand on the side of the old nobles, understand?”

Frida said to Natal.

Natal was slightly taken aback, not expecting that the princess had grown up and understood how to analyze the pros and cons. It was Natal who had been negligent.

"Her Highness may seem foolish at times, but she is actually very wise."

"What did you say?"

"I say, Your Highness is very clever."

Natal gave a thumbs up.

Frida gently poked Natal's forehead with her fair finger. "You've been focusing all your attention on men, haven't you? How about that Sieg?"

"He is indeed a good man, but he is too much of a womanizer. I don't think he will ever be sincere with me, and I don't need to waste my energy on him. We are just getting what we need."

Natal said with a smile.

“Bruce is also an old aristocrat; it’s best to distance ourselves from them.”

"Okay, Your Highness Princess."

Natal simply considered it an encounter with a handsome man and didn't dwell on it. She has never been faithful in relationships, which is a tradition in her family.

Frida rested her chin on her hand, looked at herself in the vanity mirror, and continued speaking.

"The workers' march in the West End has started again, and there are signs of riots. There must be someone behind this, and if I'm not mistaken, it's the Duke of Fruhl's party."

"It was Duke Fruer? Why would he do that?"

“If the riots in the West End escalate, the old aristocracy can use this as leverage to ask the senators to legislate to restrict Sister Wang’s rights.”

Frida said.

Will they succeed?