Becoming a god by raising witches

Robson nodded, revealing a childlike, innocent smile.

"Yes, Senior Sig."

When Locke entered Mrs. Freya's office, the plump, brown-haired woman uttered the same exclamation of admiration he had heard in his dreams.

"What's going on today? The Bureau of Investigation has sent two such handsome young men. I wish I could be 10 years younger so I could embrace a beautiful love."

"Mrs. Freya, if you'd like, you can also embrace beautiful love now. Old Rani from the canteen has just become a widow, which is a good opportunity for you to take advantage of his vulnerability. It is said that he owns a large farm and ranch in the countryside and only became a chef to experience life."

Sieg winked and said.

Mrs. Fella glared at him, her hands on her hips. "Stop joking. Who would want to date a weirdo like old Rani? All the water ghosts in the Kosol River would commit suicide."

"If an unusual object falls into the river, this possibility cannot be ruled out."

Sieg said with a smile.

Mrs. Fella pushed the unruly Seeg aside and handed Locke the application form.

This time, Locke took the initiative to ask,

"Are there any other documents? I can fill them out as well."

Mrs. Freya paused for a moment, then patted her head. "I'm sorry, I'm always too busy, so I only do things as they come to mind. Newcomers also need to write confidentiality agreements, strange object application forms, oh, and a newcomer's handbook."

Locke narrowed his eyes. There was no newbie manual in a dream; Mrs. Freya must have forgotten about it.

"By the way, are you a new investigator or a cook?"

Chapter 66. This friend is worth making.

“Mrs. Freya, he applied for a cook position, but with his abilities, he could easily be an investigator. The department is so short-staffed right now, I suggest he be given a dual position.”

Sieg turned and winked at Locke, then leaned close to his ear and whispered something.

“This way you can get double pay. The only downside is that the cook doesn’t get days off, but he can take leave. Mrs. Freya is usually too busy and often forgets to deduct the pay for the day he takes leave when calculating attendance.”

Locke's eyes lit up as he suddenly realized that Sieg was indeed a very good person.

This is a friend I can make.

But surely Mrs. Freya, being the finance manager, wouldn't agree?

Not only did they suddenly add another person, but they also had to pay two salaries.

The little flame of hope that had just ignited in Locke's heart was quickly extinguished, and he felt that Sieg's suggestion, given his tendency to be amused, would most likely be rejected.

Surprisingly, Mrs. Freya exclaimed in surprise,

"Oh, young man, you can cook in the kitchen, participate in strange investigations, and you're so handsome. Why weren't you born 10 years earlier? Then we could have had a perfect encounter."

As she praised it, she filled in the job title on the application form as [Main Occupation Chef][Side Occupation Investigator].

"The bureau has finally gained another multifaceted talent as outstanding as me."

This time, it was Locke's turn to be surprised.

That's it? Is it that simple?

I was worried about not being able to find a job, but I ended up finding two jobs all at once.

"Um, Mrs. Ferreria, I'd like to ask about the working hours. I'm worried I won't be able to handle two jobs."

Although he wanted to earn two incomes, Locke also had to consider his family.

He also has a cat at home and a beautiful and gentle older sister, so he can't neglect cooking for them because of work.

"Because our chefs work year-round without holidays, they only work either the morning or evening shift. The morning shift is from 8 a.m. to 1 p.m., and the evening shift is from 1 p.m. to 6 p.m. For the specific schedule, you have to contact Old Rani, and he will arrange it."

Locke's eyes lit up; such a scheduling system was truly astounding.

In the dream, the black-haired bureau chief concealed this benefit, apparently intending for me to choose the investigator.

However, things seem to have changed in reality. Locke believes that the black-haired chief must have instructed Mrs. Freya beforehand for her to agree to Sig's suggestion; otherwise, Mrs. Freya would not have had the right to do so.

Could it be thanks to the candy?

Locke guessed, and Mrs. Freya continued,

"As for the investigators' working hours, they are from 9 a.m. to 5 p.m., with a one-hour lunch break. They can eat breakfast, lunch, and dinner at the Bureau of Paranormal Investigations' canteen."

"It's okay to be late."

Sieg chuckled and chimed in.

Mrs. Freya suddenly remembered something and added,

"If you have a mission to perform while you're cooking, you must prioritize cooking because your main job is a chef, and your secondary job is an investigator. You can't let all the investigators and me go hungry. It's like how my main job is finance, and I won't be interviewing new people while I'm doing the accounting."

“Oh, Mrs. Freya, you’re wasting Locke’s talent. The lady in front of you has long hair…”

Before Sieg could finish speaking, Locke covered his mouth.

He didn't want his reputation to be ruined on the very first day.

Rapunzel Locke, are you kidding me?

The blond boy Robson watched with great envy. He was also a newcomer, but he had missed the chance to become friends with Sieg.

With Sieg acting as a lubricant, Locke and Mrs. Freya's relationship also became more familiar.

Robson, however, could only remain an observer.

Locke then filled out the job application form, confidentiality agreement, and strange object application form, and handed them to Mrs. Freya.

Mrs. Fella explained the compensation to Locke in detail. During the probationary period, he would only receive 80% of his salary. After deducting 10% for taxes, Locke would receive a weekly wage of 5.04 silver coins, which far exceeded his expectations.

With this weekly wage, entering the middle class is only a matter of time.

The chief lawyer in Kossork only earns 8 silver coins a week.

"Okay, Sieg, thank you for taking Locke to the kitchen to find old Rani. Oh, and also show the new guy Robson around. I have a lot of things to do here. If you do a good job, I'll give you priority processing for this month's expense report."

"Praise be to the goddess, Mrs. Freya. I wish you could have a clone like the director, but then you would no longer be the only beautiful lady. There would be two perfect women like you in this world."

Sieg said with a smile.

Mrs. Freya was amused by Sieg and giggled.

Locke felt that such greasy skin, combined with Sig's glowing green skin and swollen face, created a double negative effect, which made Mrs. Freya laugh so happily.

After leaving Mrs. Freya's office, Sieg led Locke and Robson on a tour of the Sixth Bureau of Paranormal Investigations.

"There are six floors in total. The first floor has a lobby and a dining hall. The lobby is basically empty, except for people who come to entrust business, regular customers of the Sheriff's Court, as well as royalty and nobles."

Sieg explained as he walked.

"The second floor is a lounge and the investigation team's office. For special cases, we may need to investigate all night, so we need to apply for such an investigation room. When you are homeless, you can also rest in the lounge. It is open to internal staff 24 hours a day, and heaters and hot water are always available."

"Oh, the third floor has all kinds of offices. The director's office is 302. Remember not to knock on the wrong door, or you might end up in some strange place."

"The fourth floor is a library, a whole floor of books. I don't know who would have time to read them. It would be better to convert it into an entertainment room."

"The fifth floor is the archives room, which contains all kinds of files from the Bureau of Investigation. You can only go in with the director's permission and approval."

"The sixth floor is the director's private storage room and bedroom. No unauthorized personnel are allowed to approach. Hehe, the director has many secrets, so you'd better not pry."

Thanks to Sieg, Locke and Robson quickly familiarized themselves with the entire building.

What puzzled Locke was that there was no storage room for strange items here. Were they all in the black-haired chief's private storage room? There was also no secret passage leading to the church. It was a completely separate building.

"Let's go and meet our colleagues."

Sieg led Locke and Robson to the office on the third floor.

The office only contained the blue-haired loli Angela and the middle-aged man Dimo, who was always drinking.

Angela saw Locke, her eyes lit up, and she jumped off the sofa, walked to his side, and reached out her hand.

"Hello, my name is Angela, the new chef."

Locke shook hands with her.

"Miss Angela, hello, my name is Locke Bemon."

Locke wanted to thank Angela for giving him two good jobs, but he wondered if Angela would go berserk like in his dream after learning that he was still an investigator for the Sixth Bureau of Investigation.

However, what he was worried about now was Mr. Rani, the kitchen interviewer. Mrs. Freya had kindly reminded him as Locke left the office that if Mr. Rani was not satisfied with him as a cook, he would lose his main job as a chef and be left with only his side job as an investigator.

Locke didn't want to lose the opportunity to receive two salaries and feed the witch director for free.

"This is the drunkard Dimo. If you want to bribe him, all you need is a glass of rum, but it can't be too bad; it has to be worth at least 3 copper mics."

Sieg explained that Dimo, reeking of alcohol, stood up and waved at the humanoid armor displayed in the office.

"Hey, newbie, your armor looks really good, and it looks kind of familiar."

Angela snapped her fingers, and a mosquito flew onto Dimo's nose and bit him hard.

Dimer seemed to have just come to his senses, and smiled at Locke and Robson, saying...

"Haha, sorry, I mistook you for someone else. Are you the new colleagues? You're so young! Do you have fiancées yet?"

"Dimo!"

Before the two could answer, Angela stomped her foot and stormed out of the office.