Becoming a god by raising witches

"Great master, it's time to enjoy breakfast."

Alice pulled out a plate from behind her, the plate filled with delicious food.

Fragrant steak, delicious toast, healthy fruit salad, and crispy-on-the-outside, tender-on-the-inside pan-fried fish.

Rebecca stared wide-eyed at Alice, who had undergone a 360-degree transformation.

Has this vampire gotten its head stuck in a door? Why is it being so nice to Rock Bemon?

No, no, she's looking for a way out for herself.

She knew that Locke might be a vessel for an evil god, and she wanted to please Locke, otherwise her future would not be easy.

Damn it, how come I didn't think of that?

If Locke really became an evil god, what would he do to me, who has ulterior motives?

Rebecca thought about her fate and could only describe it as utterly miserable.

Her body trembled slightly, she swallowed hard, and looked at Locke nervously. Should I follow Alice's example? That clever vampire might actually be right.

Locke looked at the sumptuous breakfast and was suddenly somewhat surprised.

He usually gets up early to prepare breakfast and take care of the ladies in the family; I never thought I'd get to eat breakfast made by them.

Of course, Rebecca was occasionally asked to make breakfast, but she would never obediently bring it to her bedside.

Before all these things happened, Locke had fantasized about making Eileen a maid, cooking for him every day, cleaning the bathroom, and so on, but now he had no such intention at all.

Unexpectedly, Alice was so sensible and took the initiative to take on the important task of being a maid.

Yes, she looks good in a maid outfit too.

Alice picked up a piece of toast and was about to feed it to Locke.

Locke waved his hand, "I can do it myself."

"How could our great master do it himself?"

Alice pouted, cut a piece of steak with her knife and fork, and fed it to Locke.

"How does it taste, Master?"

"Um...not bad."

Locke nodded slightly.

"Have you prepared anything for Xiao Ai?"

"Miss Ai Rococo's breakfast is ready, as is Lady Hannah's breakfast."

Alice said obediently.

Because Alice heard Locke call Irene "Little Irene" and Hannah call Irene "Miss Rococo," she cleverly assumed that Irene's full name must be "Miss Irene Rococo."

Locke did not refute her strange title; her ability to treat everyone equally and prepare breakfast for all family members was indeed commendable.

Rebecca suddenly felt pressured.

If Locke had a stronger affinity for vampires, would he allow them to dominate him in the future, relegating him to the lowest level of menial tasks like maid?

"From now on, you can't go into places like the kitchen."

Rebecca took the plate Alice was carrying, sniffed it, and

"What have you made? Is this even edible? There's no chocolate pudding with a soft center, and no Kosork paella. Locke, wait here, I'll go to the kitchen and make it for you."

Rebecca turned and walked away. Locke reached out to stop her, but she had already vanished in a puff of smoke.

"hateful."

Alice chased after her.

Locke, who remained where he was, was completely bewildered.

What's going on? It's one thing for Alice to act like this, but even Rebecca is doing it?

Did I not get 100 points of affection from Eileen yesterday, but from either of them?

As Locke pondered this, a smile crept onto his face.

If it were an ordinary person, they would have been scared away by their identity as an experimental subject and a suspected vessel for an evil god, right? But demons and vampires are different.

This can be considered a blessing in misfortune.

Locke got dressed, went down to the attic, and found Eileen sitting in front of the dinner plate in the master bedroom, lost in thought.

When she saw Locke, she said in a cold tone,

"Lord Evil God, are you not planning to make me breakfast anymore?"

Locke's lips twitched slightly. What was with this Onmyoji's tone?

"Xiao Ai, I will always make breakfast for you."

Only after receiving Locke's affirmative answer did a smile appear on Eileen's face.

Eileen, whose appetite had been spoiled, could no longer eat the food prepared by others.

Today she is wearing the white dress that Locke gave her for the first time, and she looks very youthful.

She stood up, barefoot, and walked to Locke's side.

The next second, it turned into a black cat and jumped onto Locke's shoulder.

The white dress fell to the ground.

Locke picked up the skirt, folded it, and placed it on the bedside table.

He led Eileen out of the room and down the spiral staircase to the first floor.

Hannah was having breakfast in the restaurant when she saw Locke and Eileen, and waved.

Good morning, Locke.

Good morning, Miss Rococo.

Chapter 153, Archives of the Cult of Knowledge

Good morning, Hannah.

As always, Locke regarded Hannah as his closest family member.

Good morning, Locke.

Both of them wore bright smiles, just like before.

Locke was in a hurry to go to the Bureau of Paranormal Investigations to find clues related to the Knowledge Cult.

Hannah also wanted to verify whether the events recorded in her father's diary were true, and she wanted to see if she could find any information about what happened back then in the newspaper.

The two went their separate ways and began their journeys to work.

Locke brought Eileen to the Bureau of Investigation and Statistics, and first went to the kitchen to make breakfast for Eileen and Director Renis.

To save time, Locke decided to make soufflés today.

The ingredients for making soufflé are very simple: just eggs, sugar, blueberries, strawberries, butter, and salt.

Locke selected five eggs of uniform size, separated the egg whites, and added a small spoonful of salt to the yolks.

Then start beating the egg whites. Add a spoonful of sugar to the egg whites in three batches, beating until the egg whites form stiff peaks.

Then add the egg whites to the egg yolks and fold them in from the bottom up until well combined.

The mixed egg whites are milky white.

Locke softened the butter in a frying pan, poured in the egg mixture, and simmered it over low heat for three minutes with the lid on. While simmering, Locke kept stirring the pan to ensure even heating.

Continue cooking until the surface is golden brown and the aroma is released.

Locke removed the crispy-on-the-outside, tender-on-the-inside omelet from the pan and placed it on a delicate porcelain plate. He then halved the strawberries and blueberries and garnished them on top of the omelet, and a soufflé was ready.

Making a soufflé only takes 5 minutes.

Locke spent 10 minutes making two servings; Eileen's was less sweet, while Rene's was sweeter.

The most distinctive feature of a soufflé is its perfect combination of color, aroma, and taste, making it an ideal appetizer for breakfast.

Locke added coffee to the portion he had prepared for Renis and delivered it to her office.

Renis was very pleased with the breakfast that looked so appetizing.

"What's this called?"

"Soufflé".

Locke replied.

"What a beautiful name, Locke. You always bring surprises. I love your desserts."

Renee made no attempt to hide her praise.

"Thank you, it's my pleasure to make you breakfast."

Locke did not leave immediately, but waited for Renis to take the first bite of the soufflé.