Becoming a god by raising witches

This dinner was highly praised by Hannah and Eileen.

Eileen's highest praise was only, "Not bad, it can rank in the top 50," even though she was already eager to lick the pot clean.

"I need to get up at 6 a.m. tomorrow, walk to the Trey Bridge area to take a horse-drawn carriage across the bridge, and then walk to 37 Gold Leaf Street."

After dinner, Hannah chatted with Locke while washing the dishes.

"Does a private tutor need to arrive this early?"

Locke asked, puzzled.

Hannah shook her head. "Mrs. Euryale told me to be there at 9 o'clock sharp, but her house is in the middle of the East End, so I have to get up at 6 o'clock to make it in time."

"Why not take a car? It can shorten the travel time by 2 hours, and even if you get up at 8 o'clock, you can still make it in time."

Locke suggested.

"No, the round-trip fare is 60 mcg, which is too expensive."

Hannah's weekly wage is 5 copper coins, which is equivalent to 500 coins. If she spends 60 coins on transportation every day, that's 420 coins a week, leaving her with only 80 coins. Therefore, Hannah would never take the bus.

“My workplace is also in the East District, and it costs 40 meters to commute each way. That adds up to 1200 meters of transportation costs per month, which is too high. Why don’t we move?”

Locke suggested at the opportune moment.

Locke's initial goal was to give Hannah a better life.

After accumulating some savings and finding a job, moving was the next thing to do.

Although Hannah hesitated for a moment, after calculating the commuting costs for the two of them, she felt that moving was indeed more cost-effective.

"I'm not sure if there are any suitable apartments in the East District. I'm a little worried about whether we can afford them."

Hannah said hesitantly.

"Don't worry, leave it to me. I'll ask around whenever I have time. Hmm, we can also ask the Family Moving Association for help. They only charge a 10% commission on new customers, which is quite a good deal."

Locke said with a smile.

“Okay, I’ll ask my former colleagues too. Oh, they’ve all been questioned by the magistrate’s court recently about Lloyd’s case. I didn’t expect it to go so smoothly.”

Hannah's mood brightened even more when she mentioned it.

"Really? Has Lloyd hired a lawyer?"

"Of course, he must have hired a lawyer, but unfortunately, he confessed to killing Werner and persecuting others. Sheriff George also witnessed him trying to harm me, so the lawyer couldn't clear his name. Furthermore, Mr. George was very worried about his wife and would be very concerned about this matter."

"It's really surprising that it went so smoothly."

Locke thought Lloyd could struggle with the help of his uncle, who was a media mogul.

The siblings chatted until 10 p.m., and Hannah went back to her room to sleep because she had to get up early the next day.

She originally wanted to bring the black cat along, but the black cat refused her request.

Hannah was also at a loss with this cat. It was smaller than anyone else, had a bigger appetite than anyone else, and was extremely arrogant. She had no idea where Locke had found it.

Hannah prefers a gentle and affectionate Golden Retriever like Jerry to a haughty cat.

However, raising a Golden Retriever requires time and money, both of which Hannah didn't have before, but now she can consider it.

Hannah drifted off to sleep with a happy smile, her lips slightly upturned. She hoped it wasn't just a dream and looked forward to waking up the next day so that she and Locke could both go to work smoothly.

Locke waited until 11 p.m., but heard no knocking or cries for help from Lisa, and finally breathed a long sigh of relief.

Eileen, sitting on the sofa, offered her suggestion again.

"Why not consider a detached villa or estate? There are some small estates where the rent is less than 30 gold coins a year."

Don't make 30 gold coins sound so easy; you're just a cat right now.

"No, we're not that wealthy yet, but don't worry, there will definitely be a separate washroom and bathroom."

Locke assured him.

"I like sunbathing."

Eileen licked the cat's paw.

"Yes, there will be a balcony too."

Locke said.

"At least a garden is also needed."

“This is pending.”

If he had actually had a garden, Locke would have turned it into a vegetable garden to save money on buying vegetables.

Locke began flipping through the Bureau of Paranormal Investigations' new recruit handbook.

The 1452 revised edition of the Sixth Sheriff's Court's Handbook for New Employees

1452, which is this year.

It was only published this year?

Turn to the first page, it says

Newcomer Guidelines:

First, don't mess with Renis Hill; she's the director.

Second, don't mess with Boyd; you can't handle him when he cries.

Third, don't mess with Angela; her partner is a doting father.

Huh? Who's Boyd? He sounds like a gentleman. Gentleman, why are you crying?

Angela, I don't think I've provoked her, have I?

As for the bureau chief, he must be out of his mind to provoke her, right?

Feeding someone isn't considered provocation; it's a friendly start to a relationship.

Locke continued reading the contents of the newcomer's manual.

It mentions that investigators must undergo a three-month probationary period and an assessment, the content of which must be personally decided by the bureau chief.

The confidentiality agreement doesn't cover any of the normal working hours and rules and regulations. Even if it's kept at home and Hannah sees it, it doesn't matter; she'll just think it's normal Sixth Sheriff's Office documents.

After Locke finished reading the thin booklet, he suddenly remembered something.

Seeing that the black cat Eileen had already begun to doze off, Locke asked,

"Can I borrow 'The Witch's Revelation' to take a look?"

"You have a real fondness for witches; sometimes I even suspect you're one of my kind."

Eileen teased, pointing to the corner of the sofa.

A black-covered copy of "The Witch's Revelation" lay there quietly.

Locke was surprised that he had not noticed its existence before.

He picked up the thick book and began to read it.

Since transmigrating to this world, reading newspapers and books has become one of his few forms of entertainment.

Turning to the title page, it reads:

[If you are not a witch, I suggest you do not read this, because it will become a curse for you.]

"..."

Locke's hand froze in mid-air, and he turned to look at Eileen.

The black cat is gracefully washing its face with its paws.

"Can we really be cursed?"

Locke asked hesitantly.

"Some people see it as a curse, while others see it as a blessing. This book is actually a key. It contains the stories of 12 of the oldest witches. They recorded their stories in the book so that they could be resurrected one day. Those who have read the entire book and whose frequency of resonance exceeds 7 will be chosen by them to become the vessel for resurrection."

Eileen answered Locke's question and casually lay down in the softest spot on the sofa.

If Locke wanted her to move aside, she would let him go wash in the public restroom.

"Another common frequency value? Could this book also be an anomaly?"

Locke asked in surprise.

Eileen nodded slightly. "Number B021."

All the strange objects Locke had heard of before started with C, but this was the first time he had started with B. Does this mean that this strange object is of a higher level than the others?

"Then how do we determine the common frequency value?"

Locke asked.

"If you can see the text in the book, it proves that the common frequency value exceeds 7."

Eileen said calmly.

Locke broke out in a cold sweat. He didn't want to become a witch, much less become the vessel of an ancient witch.

"You read this book, how come you're alright?"