Becoming a god by raising witches

Locke told Hannah about how Kara and Natie had been murdered by Lloyd, as well as about Lloyd's mistress, Sheryl.

Hannah looked at Locke in surprise.

"Did Redo Campbell really say that?"

In Hannah's mind, Redo Campbell was a cold and aloof person. She disliked him, believing that he simply treated journalism as a job, rather than a belief or mission.

Unexpectedly, Redo Campbell revealed so many useful clues to Locke this time.

Locke didn't reveal that Redo Campbell liked Hannah; he didn't want Hannah to have anything to do with this cowardly man.

"Let's go, let's investigate now."

Hannah couldn't wait; she preferred finding out the truth to looking for a job.

“Okay, let’s split up. You go and question these two ladies, and I’ll go find that mistress named Sheria to get some information. I believe she definitely knows some of Lloyd’s secrets.”

Locke said.

Hannah shook her head, rejecting Locke's offer.

"No, I'll investigate this myself. You don't need to get involved."

"Hannah, this isn't just your problem; it's a family matter."

Locke suddenly said.

Hannah was slightly taken aback. "Why?"

“Because Lloyd spread rumors that you fabricated fake news, damaging your reputation and causing you to be unable to find a job; since you are unable to find a job, our family has no income, and my life has become difficult; so this matter is a family matter, and only by resolving Lloyd's issue can our family's situation improve.”

Locke said seriously.

Hannah actually thought he made sense.

She nodded slightly and gave the instructions.

"If you encounter any danger, immediately stop the investigation. Leave the rest to me, understand?"

"Don't worry, what danger could there be in investigating a woman?"

Locke blinked.

Hannah put on her coat, went out again, and headed towards the Kara family's house.

After feeding Eileen, Locke planned to head to the Woolf Mansion on Sycamore Street in the East District.

However, it would probably take me several hours to reach Wutong Street in the East District, since I simply didn't have the money to pay the coachman to cross the Trey Bridge.

"When will this poverty finally end?"

Locke muttered to himself silently.

He had just opened the door when he saw Miss Lucy, a blonde with blue eyes and a doll-like appearance.

Today, Lucy wore a black ruffled maxi dress, paired with a simple brown wool coat, and a black veiled bowler hat, exuding elegance and poise in a low-key manner.

She raised her right hand, about to knock on the door, when she saw Locke and looked surprised.

Behind her was the middle-aged bodyguard in a black trench coat and top hat.

The bodyguard was carrying a black leather case, and even without opening it, the keen-eyed black cat had already smelled Mick's scent.

"You are... Locke Bemon?"

Lucy asked hesitantly, remembering Locke, the boy who was hit by a car last time but claimed he was fine.

Locke nodded slightly. "Yes, Miss Lucy, what are you doing here?"

"I am very sorry, I am a temporary representative of Compass Water Company, here to apologize and offer compensation to the affected residents of the West End."

Lucy spoke sincerely, lifting her skirt and bowing deeply.

The middle-aged bodyguard following behind Locke opened his briefcase, took out two thick stacks of Mick, and handed the money to Locke without saying a word, his expression serious.

"Because you used it for a very short time, we will compensate you with 2000 Micks. Please don't mind. If you have any other difficulties, please let us know in time."

Lucy said apologetically.

In recent days, she has traveled to many places to help her uncle gain the understanding of the citizens of the West End, enduring a lot of scorn and insults, and even encountering thugs who wanted to tear her apart.

However, all of these problems were solved by her strong and powerful bodyguard.

Seeing Lucy's worried expression, Locke carefully accepted the 2000 Mick.

Whenever I encounter financial difficulties, Miss Lucy always appears in time and generously pulls out colorful Micks.

Out of gratitude for this gift of fate, Locke inquired,

"Miss Lucy, is there anything I can do to help you?"

Chapter 43, On the Shoulders of Giants

Lucy produced a letter of understanding, which many residents of the West End had already signed. In fact, the compensation Lucy offered was much higher than the compensation for the factory accident.

The Kingdom of Tumen has a law that stipulates that in large-scale public safety incidents like this, if more than half of the victims' families sign a letter of understanding, the main responsible party can be exempted from some of their liability.

In cases like Lucy's uncle Compass, as long as a letter of understanding is obtained, the death sentence can be commuted to a suspended death sentence, or even life imprisonment. In the best-case scenario, if everyone signs a letter of understanding, he will most likely only be sentenced to 20-30 years.

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry. My uncle Compass did this. I know it’s hard to forgive, but please believe me. He was just careless for a moment. It must have been his subordinates who accepted bribes that caused this to happen. My uncle Compass is a kind man. He was even sad for a year when his cat passed away. He would never be the kind of person who would disregard drinking water safety for money. Please give him a chance.”

Lucy never imagined that her kind uncle would get involved in such a thing. She believed that her uncle was not the kind of heartless capitalist who was greedy and disregarded the lives of ordinary citizens, as described in the newspapers.

She didn't want Compass to be sentenced to death, and she didn't want to lose her uncle.

But she also knew the seriousness of the matter. The Baker family was now on the verge of being roasted on a fire, and her actions were extremely risky.

Perhaps the newspaper reporters will catch on and break another big news story.

Locke chose to believe the generous Miss Lucy, after all, she didn't seem like the kind of person who would lie all the time.

What if Compass is being controlled by a superhuman with the ability to manipulate others, like the Witch?

This incident is clearly not just a simple accident involving the water company, so the possibility that Compass is also a victim cannot be ruled out.

"thanks, thanks."

Lucy said gratefully.

Locke looked at the innocent and naive young heiress Lucy, somewhat worried that her family's bankruptcy might prevent her from providing him with Mick so promptly in the future. So he asked...

"Mr. Baker, have you come up with a solution? The grain company is in big trouble, isn't it?"

Lucy was slightly taken aback, while the bodyguard behind her became alert, his hand already reaching into his pocket, as if he might pull out a revolver at any moment.

“This matter is giving my father a headache. He has fallen ill from anger, and everyone is very anxious.”

Lucy said, her head down.

"Miss Lucy."

The bodyguard seemed to be trying to remind Lucy not to leak the information to outsiders, but Lucy waved her hand and said, "It's okay, Locke seems like a good person."

Would you like to hear my advice?

Locke said.

Lucy lifted her delicate face and looked at Locke in surprise.

"Stop visiting each company one by one. It's not only inefficient but also dangerous. Once the Baker Foods issue is resolved, the trial of Compass will proceed smoothly."

Locke extended his hand, making an inviting gesture.

Lucy entered the shabby apartment, with her bodyguard following warily behind her.

The middle-aged bodyguard agreed with Locke. Lucy's visit was extremely irrational. Although it showed sincerity, it was also extremely dangerous, especially in Pete Street, which is close to slums, prisons, and docks, and is home to all sorts of people.

Lucy sat down on the sofa and looked at Locke with concern.

Locke continued,

"Baker Grain Company must have a huge stockpile of grain and flour, why not join forces with the grain association for a massive clearance sale at a loss?"

The three major department stores in Wells refused to cooperate with Baker Grain Company, resulting in a large amount of grain piling up in warehouses. If it could not be sold, the Baker family would suffer huge losses.

Lucy nodded, a look of confusion in her eyes.

"A clearance sale at a loss?"

Locke nodded slightly. "Sell the grain at half the usual price and promise that all the money from the sale will be used to compensate the affected families in the West District. Let these families line up at the company to collect it. Those who receive it must sign a settlement agreement. Of course, these settlement agreements serve the same purpose as letters of understanding. This will not only resolve the backlog of goods and recover losses, but also quickly bring in funds."

Lucy's eyes lit up slightly. The 5% discount was very tempting. Even she herself would be tempted to buy it, but it wouldn't cause the company to lose money; it would just mean earning a little less money.

Moreover, if they really did that, even if the three major department stores in Wells didn't want their goods, and even if other bakeries didn't want their flour, the citizens of Kossock would surely pay for it.

For the nobles of the East End, it was tantamount to doing charity, helping the poor people of the West End, because the money was used to compensate the victims of the West End.

For the common people in the western district, they got a great deal and could take the opportunity to stock up on food for the winter.

For Baker, this is an important step in restoring their reputation and demonstrating their social responsibility.

This idea is fantastic!

Lucy was eager to tell her father, but then she suddenly remembered something and pressed for an answer.

"Why should we unite with the food association? This has nothing to do with them."