Becoming a god by raising witches

He sipped his black tea with peace of mind, while Sophie sat beside him, head down, intently mending the clothes. The needle and thread moved nimbly in her hands, quickly stitching the torn parts back together.

Fifteen minutes later, Sophie had restored the coat to its original state, while Locke had already fallen asleep with his cup of black tea in his hand.

He was really exhausted.

The clothing store was much warmer than the street, and after drinking hot black tea, he fell asleep without realizing it.

Sophie draped the clothes over him, and Locke opened his eyes.

"Sorry, I actually fell asleep."

"The clothes have been sewn up."

Sophie said with a smile, "Try it quickly, see if there's anything wrong?"

Locke put on his trench coat and walked around in front of the fitting room. "Great, I think it's even better than before."

"That's good."

Locke felt guilty for having tried to take advantage of Sophie for free and resolved to patronize her business from now on.

"Sophie, thank you so much."

"No need to be so polite. I have a younger brother who is the same age as you. Seeing you reminds me of him."

Sophie's smile grew even brighter.

Locke paused for a moment, then smiled. "He's a lucky guy."

The two chatted for a while, and Sophie learned Locke's name. Locke also learned that Sophie's younger brother was named Tosin and that he was currently attending a boarding school. He and Sophie could only meet once a month.

After saying goodbye to Sophie's clothing store, Locke left Wells and arrived at Trey Bridge.

Instead of walking, Locke took a trolleybus across the bridge and disembarked at the Petts station.

I went into Uncle Sam's butcher shop and bought fresh lamb, and then went to the vegetable shop and bought all kinds of mushrooms.

Locke returned to Old Tom's apartment, retrieved the earthenware jar filled with ice that he had left at the front door, and brought it home.

In this weather, simply leaving water in a jar overnight is enough to freeze enough ice.

Locke returned home and found that Miss Irene, the black cat on the windowsill, was nowhere to be found, while Hannah was trying on her new clothes in front of the full-length mirror.

Hannah had been reluctant to wear the orange coat Locke bought her, but now she's starting to think about what hat to wear with it. Locke feels that his sister must have good news to share.

"Hannah, I'm back."

"I have some good news for you."

The siblings spoke almost simultaneously.

Then, in a tacit agreement, they politely declined, saying, "You go first."

Hannah and Locke both laughed.

"I found a job."

Hannah said excitedly,

“It’s a tutor job, with a weekly salary of 5 copper coins. Although it’s not as good as a reporter’s job, the salary is enough for us to live on. I can even save some money for you.”

Locke wasn't surprised that Hannah found a job. Hannah already had a grammar degree, five years of journalism experience, a beautiful appearance, and a cheerful and talkative personality. It would be strange if a woman like her couldn't find a job.

If it weren't for that old bastard Lloyd interfering, Hannah might have been a reporter for The Sun long ago.

To his surprise, Hannah found a job as a tutor.

"A private tutor?"

"Yes, I teach grammar. I work for a generous lady who hopes her daughter will get into Kotterke Grammar School. I'm confident I can keep this job for about two years."

"Hannah, are you really willing to give up your dream of journalism?"

Locke asked seriously.

Not being a journalist might be a good thing for Hannah, because in this world, journalism is a high-risk profession, especially for journalists with an overwhelming sense of justice. Without a strong background, they might end up in the Kosork River at any time.

But Locke knew Hannah; her passion for journalism was enough to make her fearless, even if it meant starting as an intern with a salary of only 1 timig, she would still be happy to do it.

Locke wanted to see Hannah's genuine smile, to be her strong support, to be her solid backing, so that she could pursue her dreams with peace of mind, whether it was to be a journalist or a movie star, without having to worry about her safety.

This is one of the reasons why Locke agreed to join the Bureau of Investigation.

He wants to become stronger.

To truly improve their lives and Hannah's lives, so that they are free from any threats.

The Bureau of Mysticism must possess a great deal of knowledge in the field of mysticism, and Locke can learn more about it to gain access to more information.

“Locke, I haven’t given up on my dream. I just want to solve my living problems first. Although the generous Miss Lucy left us some money, it doesn’t mean I can not work indefinitely. You can use that money to open a restaurant.”

Hannah stood with her hands on her hips, her expression serious and unquestionable.

"Sorry, Hannah, I've found a job too."

Locke smiled slightly, took off his trench coat and scarf, and placed them on the coat rack.

Hannah immediately thought of the flyer she had given Locke, and her eyes sparkled.

"It's the Sixth Sheriff's Court! You succeeded! Locke, you're now the chef of the Sixth Sheriff's Court!!!"

Hannah excitedly grabbed Locke's hand.

Locke smiled and shook his head.

"No, I am an investigator from the Sixth Sheriff's Division."

The confidentiality agreement stipulates that the Bureau of Investigation cannot be disclosed even to the closest family members; it is collectively referred to as the Sixth Security Division.

So Locke could only say that to Hannah, and theoretically he wasn't lying.

"Investigator??"

Hannah looked at Locke in disbelief.

Locke nodded slightly.

"Weekly salary of 4 silver coins."

"A weekly salary of 4 silver coins?!"

Hannah was even more incredulous, feeling that everything had gone too smoothly today. Not only had she found a job as a tutor, but her brother had also become an investigator in the magistrate's court, earning eight times her weekly salary!

"In this way, I don't need to leave this money to open a restaurant, Hannah. You can think about what you want to do instead of rushing out to work."

Locke pulled Hannah to sit on the sofa, intending to give her some advice and tell her not to do things she didn't like because of the pressure of life.

If she truly enjoys her job as a governess, Locke will support her.

Just as the two were about to begin their discussion,

An anxious knocking sounded on the door—

"Help!"

Chapter 62, Luck or Misfortune?

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The knocking and cries for help outside the door grew more urgent, and the voices came from Mrs. Amour's youngest daughter, Lisa, with a faint sob in her voice.

"Rockbemon, save me, I need your help."

Just as Hannah was about to get up to open the door, Locke suddenly sensed danger.

Because Lisa doesn't usually call herself by her full name, and given her shy personality, the first person she would call would definitely not be herself, but Hannah, who is also a woman.

Locke immediately grabbed Hannah, his eyes becoming wary.

He used [Auditory Sensitivity] to open his ears, allowing various sounds to enter.

Uncle Dan on the first floor was snoring loudly, and his neighbors were complaining that he was going to bed so early because the apartment's soundproofing was terrible.

On the second floor, Abbas was still being intimate with his wife, discussing whether or not to have a sixth child.

Mrs. Amor on the third floor was still washing clothes and praying to the goddess of life to bless Lizzie with a speedy recovery...

Without exception, their doors were knocked on.

The entire Old Tom's apartment building was now filled with the sound of knocking on the door.

And Lisa's cries for help echoed almost throughout every floor.

This is quite a strange thing, because no one can knock on everyone's doors at the same time.

“Lisa sounds anxious, Locke.”

Hannah's brows furrowed with anxiety, seemingly influenced by the knocking.

Locke gestured for Hannah to be quiet.

Normally, Hannah would open the door without hesitation and ask about Lisa's condition.

But Locke's grip on her hand was so tight that it restricted her movement.

Furthermore, Locke's obvious attempt to stop her from opening the door and his unusually serious expression made her feel an unprecedented sense of pressure and tension.