Becoming a god by raising witches

"I'm sorry, I lost my wallet in the fight just now. You'll have to pay for the fare first, and I can reimburse you later."

Sieg said with a smile.

Locke wiped the sweat from his forehead. "Um... actually, I'm not a security guard yet. I'm here for a job interview."

"You must be joking with me."

Sieg looked at Locke, who had a serious expression.

"Okay, with your professional skills, don't worry, you can start today and get reimbursed as usual."

Locke nodded and asked,

"What are the chefs' salaries like?"

"???"

Chapter 57, Cook or Investigator?

"Hahaha, you must be joking. This is the funniest joke I've heard all year. Newcomer, there aren't many Kosork people with your sense of humor. I admire you."

Sieg patted Locke on the shoulder, almost laughing until tears streamed down his face.

His sense of humor was comparable to Bedham, the butcher's son whom Locke knew.

Locke silently took out a flyer that advertised for a chef with a high salary.

Sieg's smile froze.

The gleaming green Seeg felt like a clown.

This guy is actually applying for a chef job!

He recruited a cook to assist with a B-level mission, which was then upgraded to A-level. He encountered a terrifying witch of desire, but was ultimately saved by the cook.

"How can a cook like you possess so many strange objects? Red crystals, candles, and that hair that suddenly grew long."

Sieg asked in surprise.

Realizing that Locke's change in expression was somewhat frightening, and fearing he might be killed to silence him, Sieg swallowed hard.

"Don't worry, the Bureau of Paranormal Investigations won't confiscate the strange items that originally belonged to you. They just need to be reported. Even if they are confiscated, you will receive generous compensation."

Locke still did not answer.

Sieg's Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed again, recalling the agonizing screams Sheria had let out when Locke's suddenly long hair pierced her body. He didn't want to become the second person to be pierced by Locke's hair.

"The chef's pay is still a bit worse than that of the investigator, but he still gets 2 silver coins a week."

"2 silver coins?"

Locke's eyes lit up.

"Yes, the weekly salary for investigators is 5 silver mice. In addition, there are merits for completing missions. These merits can be exchanged for mice at the end of the year, or they can be exchanged for strange items or other resources."

Sieg said.

The coachman, wearing a felt hat, looked at the two Hulks suspiciously.

What strange objects, the Bureau of Paranormal Investigation, hair growing longer?

What nonsense are they talking about?

Although he didn't understand most of the content, Mick did understand it.

"Are you going to pay or not? If you're not going to pay, then don't stand in front of my carriage chatting."

The coachman suspected the two men were mentally unstable and trying to inflate their own value. Would someone earning 5 silver coins a week appear in the Cess district?

Can I get reimbursed for this?

Locke confirmed again.

Sieg nodded, his gaze firm, and said, "Yes."

Locke took out 30 mcg and handed it to the coachman.

"That's all we can do. If you want to leave, then leave; if not, we'll change to another vehicle."

The coachman beamed with joy upon receiving the money, finding the green-skinned man before him to be quite handsome.

"Alright, guests, come on up quickly, we're going to the East District now."

"Take us to the Sixth Sheriff's Court."

"So you are the distinguished sheriff. No wonder you are here."

Without exchanging further pleasantries with the coachman, the two boarded the carriage and headed towards Wells in the East End.

Sieg remained very quiet throughout the journey.

Locke would occasionally remind Sieg to pull the weeds.

The two arrived at the Sixth Sheriff's Court, where the quiet Sieg became lively again.

The main hall of the Sixth Police District remained deserted, except for the addition of a short, blond boy.

The boy was about 1.5 meters tall, with delicate features, well-dressed, fair skin, and clear blue eyes.

He sat quietly on the waiting chair, glancing at his pocket watch every now and then.

When he saw that someone had finally appeared, a look of joy appeared on his face.

The next second, he saw Locke and Sieg, whose skin was green.

The boy's eyes lit up.

He stood up, took the letter of introduction, and walked towards the two raggedly dressed men.

"Hello, I am Robson Collins, a new recruit transferred from Yorkshire. This is my letter of introduction."

"..."

Sieg took the letter of introduction, frowned, and said...

"you are late."

"I'm sorry, senior. This is my first time in Kosalk. I'm not familiar with many of the roads and I got on the wrong bus."

The blond boy said shyly.

Sieg recalled what the director had told him: a new recruit would be arriving today; he was handsome and highly capable, and he should be given a good reception.

His gaze darted between the blond boy Robson and Locke, and he felt he had pulled the wrong person; it was entirely the chief's fault.

At the very least, you should specify whether the other person has blond or black hair.

Sieg felt he would probably have to relinquish his title as the most handsome man in the Sixth Sheriff's Court; these days, young people all have such excellent basic qualities.

After reading the recommendation letter, Sieg looked up and asked seriously,

"Robson, can you cook? Are you interested in becoming a chef?"

"what?"

Robson looked confused.

Sieg smiled. "I was just kidding, newbie. Come with me, I'll take you to complete the onboarding process."

"And me?"

Locke pointed to himself. The most important thing was that the job hadn't been secured, he had lost 35 Micks, a whole morning's time, and the fact that he possessed the strange object had been exposed.

If I don't get this job, it will be a huge loss!

"You will be interviewed by the bureau chief in person."

Sieg snapped his fingers, and a white dove flew in from who-knows-where.

The white dove stared at Locke for a couple of moments, then flapped its wings and flew away.

"Follow it; only it knows where the director is."

Sieg reminded him.

In order to get his 35 meters reimbursed, Locke immediately followed the flying white dove.

The white doves flew down the hall into the corridor and then to the second floor.

Locke followed him up to the second floor, until they arrived at office 302.

A sign reading "Director's Office" is posted on the office door.

Locke looked at the sign suspiciously. It was so obvious, why would Sieg say that only pigeons knew where the chief was?

Thump, thump—

Locke slightly bent two fingers and knocked on the door.

"Please come in."

A magnetic female voice rang out.

Locke gently pushed open the office door and walked in with a nervous heart.

Sitting at the desk was a beautiful woman with long black hair. Her face was not as three-dimensional as that of a Westerner, but more like that of an Easterner.