Becoming a god by raising witches

Locke asked in surprise.

"An investigator's status is much higher than a cook's, and so is their salary. Why bother being a cook?"

The diminutive Graf said he seemed to envy the investigators' job, but was unaware of the dangers of dealing with the supernatural.

All three cooks believed that an eccentric like Locke should be high above others and should not associate with cooks.

Only old Rani didn't think that way.

Old Rani asked, frowning.

"Can't you quit your job as an investigator and focus on being a cook?"

Fedor, Georgia, and Graf all thought old Rani had gone mad, advising him to quit his promising job as an investigator and settle down as a cook. But they also thought it was a good idea; with Locke's talent, if he could focus on being a cook, he could definitely become the kingdom's gourmet.

They'll be able to benefit from it too.

Aside from being a bit selfish, he has no other flaws; he truly lives up to his reputation as old Rani.

"It probably won't work."

Although Locke felt that being a chef was a promising career, it would be difficult for him to return to a normal life after coming into contact with the supernatural and the bizarre. In addition, with his [Witch Affinity] attribute, he needed to become stronger. Becoming an investigator might be dangerous, but at least he could systematically learn and improve.

Furthermore, the black-haired Chief Renis once said that she would pass on any very dangerous cases to the church.

Locke felt confident that he could do it.

Chapter 68, The 12 Ancient Witches

After saying goodbye to the four middle-aged and elderly people in the kitchen, Locke left the Sixth Sheriff's Court and embarked on his journey back to Old Tom's apartment.

As usual, they passed by the clothing store where Sophie worked. The freckled Sophie invited Locke in, offered him a cup of tea, sewed clothes for him for free, and told him about her brother. It seemed no different from the dream.

After saying goodbye to Sophie, Locke took a carriage home, buying fresh mutton along the way.

The quality of this mutton is not as good as that of the Sixth Security Court's kitchen, but it can barely be used to make [Ice-boiled Mutton].

Back home, Locke was still a little uneasy, afraid that Hannah might suddenly turn into the lingering ghost of Sheria.

Fortunately, when I contacted Hannah, no system notification popped up that she was a witch.

And the black cat, Erin, was lying on the sofa the whole time.

She didn't go out all day, just stayed home, sunbathing, napping, and eating the candy Locke made for her. She was living a very leisurely life.

Eileen sniffed Locke and detected a variety of scents.

"You came into contact with the Bureau of Paranormal Investigations today."

Locke nodded slightly, feeling there was no need to hide it from his partner, the cat lady he would spend 100 years with.

"Guess what I went through today."

Eileen narrowed her eyes, a glint of wisdom flashing in her blue vertical pupils.

"You encountered Sheria's desire clone, and also came into contact with other oddballs: a playboy who reeked of various women's perfumes, a drunkard covered in alcohol, a girl loved by butterflies and insects, a smoker who loved sweets, you went to the Church of Life, came into contact with the Tree of Life, and then met four chefs, one of whom had just lost his wife. Finally, you even made some strange dishes."

Wait, were you following me? Or did you plant a spy on me?

Locke looked at Eileen in surprise.

Eileen proudly raised her cat head, looking like she was about to be praised for her awesomeness.

Are you sure you didn't follow me out?

Locke asked.

"Of course not, it's all based on my sense of smell. I can smell that complex scent on you, a scent that will linger on you for at least 24 hours."

Eileen stuck out her tongue and licked her nose. She was a cat now and didn't need to worry about her image.

"Are cats' sense of smell really that sensitive?"

Locke began to hope that his sense of smell could become as sensitive as Eileen's; it would be a really good skill.

"This is not a good thing, especially in places where restrooms are shared."

Eileen rolled her eyes and said.

She was blaming her pet owner for not letting her live in a luxury manor.

Hannah came out of the bedroom, wearing the orange coat Locke had bought her and a trendy ladies' hat. She stood with her hands on her hips, clearly annoyed that her brother had been chatting with the cat, Xiao Ai, since he had just come home and was ignoring her.

"Locke, when are you going to break the habit of talking to a cat?"

“Beautiful Hannah, this hat and dress match perfectly, it’s like they were made for you.”

Locke said with a smile.

Hannah's attention was successfully diverted. She adjusted her hat, straightened her body, and saw that the area in front of her was still flat.

"Really? I think this hat is great too. It's my favorite, and I'm going to wear it to work tomorrow."

Although Locke already knew Hannah had found a job as a governess, he still played along to avoid Hannah overthinking things.

"Hannah, you've found a job?"

“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.”

These strangely familiar words made Locke uneasy, afraid that he would hear Lisa's cries for help soon, afraid that Hannah's face would suddenly turn into Sheria's.

Therefore, Locke decided to end the conversation as soon as possible.

“Great! I’ve found a job too. Our lives will only get better and better. To celebrate, I’m going to the kitchen now to cook a delicious meal.”

"what?"

Hannah was momentarily stunned; how did Locke end up rushing into the kitchen?

She hesitated for a moment, then excitedly chased after him.

"Locke! You've found a job!"

"Yes, I found it."

"The chef from the Sixth Sheriff's Court?"

"Yes, the chef of the Sixth Sheriff's Court."

Locke prepared the ingredients while talking to Hannah.

If Locke hadn't been holding a kitchen knife, Hannah would have loved to give him a big hug.

Hearing that Locke had found a job made her even happier than if she had found one herself.

“Locke, I told you, your cooking skills would definitely win them over.”

Hannah didn't ask about the weekly wage or benefits. Even though it was a low-paying job, and she might only be an apprentice, she was genuinely happy for her brother.

"Weekly salary is 2 silver dollars, but there are no holidays and no days off all year round."

Although Hannah didn't ask, Locke knew she was definitely waiting for him to speak.

Locke simply concealed the investigators' salaries.

The combined weekly salary from both jobs is 5 silver coins a month after tax. Hannah wouldn't believe it if she told her, and even if she did, she would most likely suspect that he had joined some illegal organization rather than the Sixth Sheriff's Court.

Of course, if the investigator's job didn't involve contact with the supernatural and was extremely dangerous, they wouldn't be paid such a high salary.

Locke recalled the black market that Eileen had taken him to last time. There were many potion ingredients there that were very expensive, so he didn't plan to hand over his investigator's salary. Instead, he planned to save a small treasury to buy these materials and learn some magical rituals.

After all, he can't go to the black market every time without spending money.

"2 silver coins a week? No days off all year round?"

Hannah looked at Locke in surprise. First, she was amazed by how high the salary was, and second, she found it hard to accept that it was a year-round job with no days off. Only factory workers worked year-round without a break.

"Yes, a high salary means you have to put in the time."

Locke shrugged.

Hannah nodded, agreeing with his statement.

“Locke, if you keep this salary, you can quickly save up some money and start a proper relationship with Miss Locke.”

Fortunately, Locke wasn't drinking water, otherwise he might have spat it out.

I'm sorry, Hannah, Rocco is me, Locke.

I can't possibly date myself.

Seeing Locke's strange expression, Hannah realized she had said the wrong thing.

Miss Rocco's family must be very well-off. Even if Locke managed to squeeze into the middle class through his own efforts, there's probably still a gap.

"It's alright, Locke, you'll definitely be very popular in the marriage market in the future."

Hannah, you should worry about yourself first.

Locke wanted to tease his sister Hannah like that, but he was afraid of hurting Hannah's pride.

Girls take age very seriously, even someone as educated as Hannah.

Although Locke thought 25 was young, Hannah would likely compare herself to her peers, most of whom were already married and had children.

Locke spent half an hour preparing and simmering for 15 minutes, and a pot of steaming hot [cooked lamb] was ready.