Becoming a god by raising witches

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Therefore, women should avoid going out alone at night, as they may still be attacked occasionally, even if the probability is low and the frequency is low.

Alice was a lucky woman, and she was visited by two homeless men.

Two homeless men emerged from the darkness and stretched out their large hands toward Locke and Alice.

"Leave the money, and you can leave; otherwise, we'll kill you!"

“Honey, all my money is with you. You should give it to them right away. Our lives are the priority. There’s no need to bleed and sacrifice ourselves for this little bit of money.”

Locke nervously grabbed Alice, like a cowardly husband.

Alice rolled her eyes in exasperation.

She wanted nothing more than to rush over and bite the two robbers to death, but what she really wanted was to bite the despicable master in front of her who was pretending to be her husband to death.

Alice took out her wallet and handed it to the two homeless men who had robbed her.

The two opened the wallet and their eyes lit up when they found that Kimmick was inside.

They had no intention of hurting anyone; they took the money and ran.

Locke also heard them saying, "We're rich!", "We're saved!", "We'll quit after this job!"

"Locke, why won't you let me eat them? Even the sheriff wouldn't care about homeless people like that."

Alice gritted her teeth and clenched her fists.

"They are just a group of poor people forced by life. If they could make a living, who would risk coming to the East District to rob? The sheriffs here are twice as many as those in the West District."

Locke said.

"Oh, don't tell me you have a kind side. I really didn't see that coming."

Alice rolled her eyes.

"Ok?"

Locke looked at her.

Alice immediately lowered her head. "My great master, your decision is my own, and I will always support your decision."

She's a pragmatic vampire who knows how to sweet-talk better than the hot-tempered Rebecca.

Locke was quite pleased with this; he had finally found someone who could talk a good game.

"Great, say it a hundred times, I like hearing it."

"Ah! I'm going crazy, you despicable, shameless, and vile humans!!!"

Alice was screaming furiously inside, but kept repeating "great master" aloud.

And so, Locke escorted the sweet-talking Alice back to her apartment.

How much is your rent here?

Locke suddenly asked.

"It costs 2 silver dollars a month, but I don't need to pay rent. The landlord is happy to let me move in."

Alice said.

"How can you do this? How can you move in without paying?"

Locke forgot that he was also one of those who were exempted from rent.

He looked at Alice seriously.

“But I’ve already donated all my money to the homeless, I have no money left.”

Alice shrugged and said.

"But you still have a fixed monthly salary, don't you?"

Locke said.

Alice nodded. "Yes, I have a fixed monthly salary, and a weekly wage of 2 silver coins."

“That’s great. You don’t need to live here anymore. Pack your bags and move in with us. You’ll pay me 2 silver coins a month for rent.”

Locke believed his fees were quite reasonable.

Even if six months later, before the war begins and Hannah still wants to stay here, he can use the rent Alice gives him to pay Sieg without spending a penny of his own money—a win-win situation.

"what?"

Alice's face turned ashen, as if she'd eaten dog shit. She asked hesitantly, "I'm quite happy living here and don't want to move. Can I not move?"

“Alice, you can’t take advantage of people forever. It’s wrong not to pay rent, but 2 silver coins is too expensive to live here. The most reasonable way is for you to move to my place. 2 silver coins is just right.”

"I…"

Alice was on the verge of tears, feeling wronged. Before she could start losing her little pearls, Locke added,

"Don't cry. I know people at the hospital who can help you find discounted blood bags and make sure you have enough to eat every day. Of course, I'll also make delicious blood dishes."

"Blood cuisine?"

Alice looked up at Locke, her eyes red-rimmed.

Locke nodded. "Yes, delicious blood dishes. If you live there, I can make you one every week."

"With your blood?"

Alice asked expectantly.

"No, use pig's blood."

"Let me die instead."

"Fine, I'll have Rebecca eat you."

Locke said bluntly.

Rebecca popped out of the pipe in an instant. "I heard someone needs me."

Alice burst into tears. "Fine, I'll move!"

Alice packed her bags and returned to the small building with Locke.

Hannah looked at Alice in surprise.

Locke said with great emotion, "Hannah, Alice and I hadn't gone far when we met some poor homeless people. Alice donated all the money she had to them, which made it impossible for her to pay the rent. I decided to take her in. She will stay with us for a while until she gets paid."

"Forehead……"

Hannah looked at Alice, whose eyes were red from crying.

She nodded, looking quite pitiful.

Could they have encountered robbers? Is Locke avoiding ordinary people because of the confidentiality agreement?

Hannah patted Alice on the shoulder. "Alice, it's alright. The house is very big. You can stay wherever you want."

"Rebecca's servants' quarters are empty anyway, so let's give them to Alice."

Locke said.

Hannah glanced at her brother, feeling as if he had arranged everything.

She pulled Locke aside and whispered, "You must ensure Alice's safety, understand?"

"Don't worry, I'll handle it. Miss Witch and Miss Demon will definitely not touch her."

"Ah."

Hannah nodded, suddenly feeling a little more at ease.

That evening, 100 tons of rye flour, 150 tons of wheat flour, and 50 tons of rice were transported by large horse-drawn carriages to the reindeer farm in the Ur district.

The servants were stunned to see the large amount of grain that had suddenly entered the manor.

Why buy so much grain?

"Who knows? Are we going to have a war? Hahaha."

They looked at the cheapest rye flour and made mocking noises.

After all, the grain Locke bought contained absolutely no meat or oil.

"Put all this grain in the warehouse."

"That's what the butler, Monte, instructed."

The guards could only begin moving the grain, but they continued to mock Locke, as if mocking the manor owner was a pleasure for them.

“Look, this rye flour, I haven’t eaten it in a long time.”

"This is something only people in the countryside would eat."

"Hahaha."

The butler, Monte, listened to their discussion, shook his head, and seemed lost in thought.