Becoming a god by raising witches

"I cannot control your thoughts. If they must enter your dreams, only I can keep the secret in your place."

"Eileen said calmly, stroking her round belly with her furry paws."

Yes, this is the price she had to pay.

"Then... I won't be able to make broth for you anymore?"

Locke was afraid that Eileen would be unwilling to give him back because she liked his young body.

Eileen glanced at him, saw through his thoughts, and said disdainfully,

"A master would never concern himself with the body of his servant."

"What to do?"

Locke asked.

"A simple soul-exchange ritual is needed."

As the two were talking, Hannah, smelling the aroma of meat, also got up. Hannah changed her clothes and went out into the living room.

Locke and Eileen also temporarily stopped talking and looked at Hannah.

Hannah suddenly had the illusion that she had disturbed them.

She frowned. "Good morning, Locke."

"Good morning, Hannah. The broth is ready. Would you like noodles or just the broth?"

Locke asked.

Hannah licked her lips. "Let's just have the soup. Cooking noodles is too much trouble. I have something very important to do today."

She was in a hurry to buy the latest edition of the Tumen Times.

Locke knew Hannah, so he served her a bowl of soup and also served himself one.

Now that Miss Witch has come up with a solution, the first priority is to eat and fill our stomachs.

After the siblings finished their soup, Hannah praised Locke's cooking skills again, hurriedly put on her coat, and headed towards the newsstand at the apartment entrance.

When Hannah returned home, Locke saw her looking distraught.

"what happened?"

Locke looked at Hannah with suspicion. "Was it rejected?"

Hannah placed the newspaper on the table and walked into her room, feeling dejected.

With a loud bang, the door slammed shut.

Locke rarely saw Hannah lose her temper; this was the first time.

He picked up the Tumen Times and saw the headline: "Bizarre group dance in the West End is a result of heavy metal poisoning; Laszlo Gold Refinery and Compass Water Company are the culprits."

Locke was quite certain that the news article was written by Hannah, because the details of the investigation matched perfectly.

And the writing style is also Hannah's.

However, the signature was that of Bill Haber, editor-in-chief of the Tumen Times.

This shameless guy plagiarized Hannah's work, which means that Hannah has no way to use this sensational news to return to journalism and get a job as a reporter.

This kind of thing was common even in Locke's peaceful world before, let alone in this messed-up world.

From inside the room, Hannah's sobs could be heard.

Locke said nothing and silently walked out of the apartment.

He crossed two streets and arrived at Mrs. Cynthia's bakery, where he bought a strawberry cake.

He remembered that this was Hannah's favorite food. Hannah had once boasted that her parents had bought her a strawberry cake for her birthday when they were still alive.

Locke wasn't good at making cakes and didn't have equipment like an oven, so he had to buy one.

Eileen had little interest in strawberry cake; she'd eaten far too many of those, and they were made with the freshest animal cream, which was nowhere near the level of this kind of cream.

Locke returned to the apartment with the cake, where Hannah was curled up on the sofa with red eyes.

She looked at Locke and asked, with a wronged expression, "Where did you go?"

She thought Locke would knock on the door to comfort her, but after crying for more than ten minutes without hearing a knock, she had no choice but to come out herself, only to find the living room empty, and even the black cat was gone.

Hannah suddenly felt abandoned by the whole world, and even had the illusion that Locke would no longer need her if she couldn't make money.

So when she saw Locke again, her feelings of grievance surged up like a tidal wave.

Locke placed the strawberry cake in front of her and said gently,

"I went to buy Hannah the best strawberry cake in the world, and the news of Hannah's celebration made the front page of the Tumen Times."

The moment Hannah saw the strawberry cake, tears welled up in her eyes again.

She remembered Locke once asking her what she thought was the best food in the world.

She said it was a strawberry cake because her parents had bought her one for her sixth birthday, and it was the most delicious thing she had ever eaten in the world.

It's surprising that Locke remembered all this.

To everyone's surprise, Locke didn't comfort himself; instead, he went out to buy himself a cake.

"Woo-"

Tears streamed down Hannah's face as she clutched the strawberry cake and sobbed.

"No, there's no hope. I can't go back. They plagiarized my manuscript. They will never give me a chance."

Chapter 31, The Black Market of Deer

"Hannah."

Locke reached out and gently patted Hannah's shoulder; her body was trembling from crying.

“I went to many newspapers, and I had great conversations during the interviews, but they all rejected me. I don’t know why. I didn’t do anything wrong. Waaah… Locke, I have no hope.”

Hannah vented all the grievances she had suffered over the past few days.

"Locke, sob sob sob... Am I really that useless?"

"Hannah, don't be like that. You are excellent. Everyone in the Pete neighborhood can attest to that. You are the best reporter."

Locke embraced the sobbing Hannah.

"Locke, you don't need to comfort me. I...I...I'll be fine after crying for a while..."

"it is good."

Locke waited quietly for Hannah to finish crying, and five minutes later, Hannah finally calmed down.

She rubbed her swollen eyes, picked up a fork, and ate the cake bite by bite.

After finishing the cake, she looked at Locke, then at the black cat yawning on the windowsill.

"Locke, I'm all better."

"Ah."

Locke nodded slightly.

Hannah clenched her fist and said with a determined look in her eyes,

“Even if I don’t become a journalist, I have to pull myself together and find another job. I won’t let Locke and Little Ai sleep on the streets.”

Seeing Hannah cheer up again, Locke breathed a sigh of relief.

"Let's rest today and go out tomorrow."

Locke suggested.

"Okay, give me all the newspapers. I want to look at other types of jobs."

Hannah held out her hand, and Locke handed her a thick stack of newspapers.

These included 12 newspapers such as the Tumen Times, Kosork Morning News, Kosork Evening News, and The Sun. As Kosork was the capital of the Kingdom of Tumen, its media industry was more advanced than that of other cities.

Hannah sat on the sofa looking at job postings in the newspaper, while Locke took the black cat out to buy groceries.

People everywhere were talking about the Compass Water Company and the Laszlo Alchemy Plant. Even Uncle Martin, who was illiterate, gave Kay a serious lecture.

"Never drink water from Compass Water Company."

"Dad, if we don't drink water from Compass Water Company, what will we drink?"

The freckled boy, Kai, looked up and asked Uncle Martin.

Uncle Martin thought for a moment, "Let's go together to Compass Water Company to get a refund. We want to switch water companies."

"Yes, we're going to get compensation from them! Those sons of bitches, they actually gave us unpurified water! They deserve to die!"

Old White, a resident of the Laojiekou vegetable market, said indignantly that he had been in a bad mood these past few days because of diarrhea, and he couldn't stand anyone.

Mrs. Jones, hands on her hips, yelled and cursed at the top of her lungs.

"Those damned, unscrupulous businessmen are sacrificing our health just to make money!"

We absolutely must find them!