Becoming a god by raising witches

Only the diligent butler, Monte, asked with a melancholy expression,

"Mr. Bemon, we're leaving now. What about your estate? Shouldn't we stay a little longer to complete the handover?"

Locke patted Monte on the shoulder.

"This will require everyone to write down the important notes on paper today. It won't take much time, about an hour or two. Once you've finished writing them down, hand them to me and you can leave."

Everyone looked at Locke in surprise, never expecting such a handover method.

"But we can't write."

"That's what the maids who do odd jobs say."

"If you can't write, ask someone who can to help you."

Locke came up with a solution for them.

The servants began writing handover reports, while Locke observed from the sidelines.

His silk hat suddenly moved.

Eileen pushed off her hat and stretched.

She used to sleep on Locke's head, because of her small size, she could hide completely inside the silk hat and not be discovered by others.

The black cat yawned and looked at Locke.

"what time is it?"

“My dear Miss Cat, it’s already 11:30.”

"Isn't it time for lunch?"

"Eileen asked."

"Okay, I'll go to the kitchen and see what ingredients we have."

Locke walked into the kitchen, with the butler Monte following behind. "Mr. Bemont, I still feel there are some issues that need to be told to you in person."

“Yes, Butler Monte, please speak, I’m listening.”

Locke smiled as he looked at Monte.

"The grain you purchased has been stored in the warehouse, and there are 233 bottles of wine in the cellar, including... some from the estate..."

Butler Monte explained the estate's assets to Locke in detail, intending to remind him to take inventory to prevent them from being taken away by unscrupulous servants.

Locke understood his good intentions, so he entrusted this glorious task to Rebecca, the devil in the pipe.

Rebecca grumbled as she went to take stock of the property, and a regretful expression appeared on her face as she watched the servants about to leave.

Honestly, I haven't even properly trained them yet, and they're already leaving? How lonely.

It seems that only vampires can be bullied by me.

“Thank you, Butler Monte. If it weren’t for special circumstances, I would have loved to keep you here. You know this manor better than I do.”

Locke said sincerely.

Butler Monte smiled, removed his top hat, and bowed. "Mr. Bemon, I should thank you. It has always been my wish to follow Her Highness the Princess."

"This is my regret."

Locke said.

The servants wrote down their daily tasks and handover notes one after another, and handed them to the head maid. The head maid checked them before handing them to the steward.

The butler collected the information and handed it to Locke.

Locke patiently checked with each of the servants before speaking to them.

"Everyone can leave now, but of course, if you want to stay and have a vacation today, that's fine too."

Locke said generously.

Everyone went to pack their luggage.

Rebecca stared at the group, and upon spotting someone who wanted her personal property, she immediately extended her claws.

"What are you going to do? Is this your stuff? If you want to stay with it, just say so. Half salary, no days off all year round. You deserve this treatment. Stay."

"Miss Rebecca, I was wrong."

The servants immediately brought out the items they wanted as private property, which were all gold tableware, cups, and teapots.

"You're so spineless. You only hid this little thing. How guilty you are! Hurry up and get out of here. Don't let me see you."

Rebecca started kicking people out, and soon there were very few servants left in the manor.

Locke said his final goodbyes to the butler, leaving the rest of the case to Eileen and Rebecca. He then returned to the Bureau of Investigation, as he had to go to work that afternoon; Boyd and he had other things to attend to.

Eileen, along with Rebecca, awakened the undead in the cemetery and moved into the manor.

Rebecca found that these skeleton minions were much more useful than rats and cockroaches.

"You, it's you, the one with delicate features, you're Locke's personal maid, right?"

Chapter 149, The Bed-Warming Maid

The short, black-skull Minnie happily approached Rebecca. To her surprise, Rebecca could recognize her at a glance as a pretty girl, and also Locke's personal maid.

Although Locke said he didn't need a personal maid, Minnie thought Locke might need a bed warmer skeleton, which she could provide.

In short, her specialty is seducing her master.

Rebecca nodded slightly to the black skull, thinking that the black skull bones and the black-hearted Locke were a perfect match.

Eileen shared the records left behind by the manor's former servants with the undead, and instructed them,

"From today onwards, you will be servants of Reindeer Manor. This seemingly unremarkable demon is your steward. You must obey her every command and arrangement. She will also enchant you, giving you the power to protect yourselves."

Upon hearing Eileen introduce herself in this way, Rebecca unconsciously transformed from a little girl into a three-meter-tall giant, proudly raising her head and looking down at the skeletons with her chin.

The undead applauded enthusiastically, giving a warm welcome to Rebecca, the demon butler.

"Alright, you guys line up to enchant your items."

Erin said.

"I'll go first, I'll go first!"

"I'm the captain of the guard, so of course I should go first."

"I'm the horse trainer, so I should go first."

"I'm a gardener, so I should go first."

"Everyone move aside, I'm the chef, I'll go first, I'll go first."

"Please don't push, ladies first."

"You're clearly a man, who are you trying to fool?"

"Who touched my bones? Damn it, give me back my bones."

"Don't pull my bones out!"

The undead began to line up in an orderly fashion, with only the occasional bone being knocked out; the scene looked quite harmonious.

Rebecca frowned.

"Wait, who said they were going to enchant them?"

"If you don't come, do you expect me to come?"

Eileen raised an eyebrow and looked at Rebecca.

Rebecca cursed inwardly, but put on a bright smile. "It's my honor, after all, I'm the manor's butler."

"Ah."

Eileen said something indifferently, then turned and walked away with elegant steps.

Rebecca then began painstakingly enchanting the skeletons, making their bones stronger and their eyes burn with the fire of their souls, thus making them true undead.

"This feels amazing. My bones have become stronger, and I can use them directly as weapons."

A skeleton soldier excitedly pulled two ribs from his body, wielded two swords, and then his body fell apart, scattering all over the ground.

The other skeletons immediately picked up his scattered bones and stuck them into their own bodies.

If Rebecca hadn't discovered that someone was missing, the skeleton soldier would probably never have returned, or at least be nothing more than a skull.

"Although I encourage healthy competition, don't pick on other people's bones next time. If there are fewer of you, I'll be very distressed, after all, I'm the devil's butler now."

Rebecca, thinking of her own performance, gave instructions to the many skeletons.

The skeletons nodded, indicating that they would never take other people's bones again.

After being enchanted, the skeletons were scattered throughout the manor by Rebecca and began their hard work.

Three skeleton horse trainers arrived at the stable, frightening the horses into running around in all directions.

Two skeleton farmers arrived at the ranch, frightening the few remaining poultry into trembling.

A row of skeleton soldiers stood neatly in formation at the entrance of the manor, like a group of spirited guards.