Becoming a god by raising witches

After Lucy finished speaking, she turned around and got into a carriage with the middle-aged man, while the driver took the black sedan, which had lost control of its brakes, back.

Locke held the 30 gold coins in his hand, his mind blank.

Only after the carriage carrying Lucy had gone far away did Locke nervously stuff the 30 gold coins into the inside pocket of his coat, and warily look around at the envious glances.

At that moment, the black cat perched on Locke's shoulder suddenly spoke.

"Your salary is 1 gold coin per week, which is considered as an advance payment of 30 weeks' salary."

Locke immediately looked around nervously, and only breathed a sigh of relief when he found that no one was surprised by a cat speaking human language.

It seems that Eileen is using a skill similar to telepathy, and only she can hear her voice.

The black cat gave him a haughty look and continued,

"You need to sign a 100-year servant contract with me."

Wait a minute? 100 years!?

Are you kidding me? I won't even live to be 100.

"If you die, your descendants will continue to be my servants."

Black Cat Eileen added to the comment.

Locke felt like he was on a pirate ship. The money was given by the generous rich lady Lucy, but was he going to become the witch's servant?

Orcs will never be slaves!

Yes, I am not an orc, and I will never be a slave!

After his internal rage subsided, Locke could still hear Eileen's cool voice echoing in his ears.

"During this time, I will appear by your side in the form of a cat. All you need to do is provide me with all kinds of delicious food and take meticulous care of my daily life."

Cat? Is it a cat? Cat owner? Zookeeper?

If Miss Eileen always appears by my side in the form of a cat, then wouldn't I be essentially raising a cat, and even gaining her superpowers by feeding her every day?

It smells so good.

Locke, having changed his mindset, realized that this was not a treaty where the devil sold his soul, but a win-win contract, and immediately agreed to the suggestion of the black cat, Eileen.

"Okay, 100-year contract."

The black cat, Eileen, licked her paws and raised her chin.

"Now, take me home and cook me the weird dish you made last time."

"Wait, is there no need for a blood pact ritual or a soul agreement? Is it really that hasty?"

Locke asked the black cat on his shoulder in a low voice.

The black cat licked its paw. "For a weak human like you, there's no need for a soul agreement. If I find out you're trying to break it, I'll just take back your lifespan."

Locke swallowed hard, and suddenly felt a floating blade appear above his head.

However, Locke will absolutely not abandon the black cat until he has drained all of Irene's superpowers!

Therefore, he should be safe at present.

But how exactly did Miss Witch escape her fate of dying within 24 hours? What happened after she left the Rhine Apartments? Or did Miss Witch have already made arrangements?

With these questions in mind, Locke abandoned his plan to interview at Holmick Restaurant. There were simply too many interviewees, and he couldn't guarantee that there weren't any pickpockets among them.

Locke headed toward Pete Street.

He has 30 gold coins in his pocket, but he can't spend them as he pleases because he has to use the money to pay off his debts.

This money was just enough to cover his parents' debts, and he and his sister would no longer have a debt crisis.

Thinking about this, his feelings became very complicated.

I felt both happy and ironic.

For a young lady like Lucy, the amount of pocket money in her wallet would require Hannah to work for six years without eating or drinking, and that's only if Hannah had a respectable job in the news industry.

This is the stark reality of the wealth gap in this world.

Locke currently has 30 gold coins and 8 coins in his pocket. He left 10 coins for Hannah. If he wants to use the 30 gold coins to pay off his debts, he can only use 8 coins to buy some cheap ingredients.

This does not include chicken, of course.

It took me an hour and a half to walk back to Pete Street.

Since arriving in this world, Locke has shaken off his sub-healthy state, allowing his legs to perform their most primal function, like a primitive man foraging for food in the Gobi Desert, where he can walk for a whole day.

Locke, with the black cat on his shoulder, walked into the vegetable market at the entrance of the old street.

"Hey, look who's here! Isn't this Locke, the one who's been searching everywhere for Miss Witch?"

Old White, the fishmonger selling fish at the door, said with a smile that his favorite thing to do was to ridicule down-on-his-luck young people and find a sense of superiority in it.

Locke suddenly felt a sense of dread, his lips twitched slightly, hoping that old White would shut up as soon as possible and stop bringing up some embarrassing past events.

The black cat on his shoulder brushed his arm with its tail, its eyes haughty.

"Little Locke, have you found the witch? Hahahaha."

Mrs. Jones smiled and asked, holding up her own cabbages, "Would you like some cabbages for Miss Witch?"

"I hate cabbage."

When Eileen suddenly spoke, Locke's heart nearly skipped a beat.

Fortunately, no one else could hear Eileen.

Otherwise, everyone in the market would be so scared they'd wet themselves.

But if that's the case, maybe I'll be able to get free food then.

Give me four potatoes.

Locke ignored the vegetable vendors who were mocking him, and instead walked up to Mrs. Marcel, who had gray hair and a hunched back. He picked up four medium-sized potatoes, put them in a paper bag, and took out 8 Micks, which he handed to the elderly Mrs. Marcel.

"Little Locke, you're patronizing my business again."

Mrs. Marcel picked up another potato from the ground and put it into Locke's paper bag.

"How is Hannah doing lately? I haven't seen her in ages."

"She's fine, thank you for your concern, Mrs. Marcel. You should go home and rest after you finish selling."

Looking at Mrs. Marcel's life bar, which showed only 168 hours remaining, Locke offered words of advice.

Mrs. Marcel subconsciously rubbed her aching lower back. "It's alright, I'm in good spirits. Little Locke, find a proper job soon, so your sister won't worry anymore."

"Yes, Mrs. Marcel, please get plenty of rest."

Locke, carrying a bag of potatoes, hurriedly left the market.

Back at Old Tom's apartment, Locke put all the potatoes into the pot, intending to cook his sister's lunch as well.

Although he could indeed use some of the money to buy the best ingredients or treat Hannah to a fancy meal at a restaurant, he hesitated because neither he nor his sister were employed, and this windfall could only solve the debt problem left by their parents.

Locke decided to spend the rest of his time with potatoes.

Since they ran out of breadcrumbs, Locke simply mashed the potatoes and sprinkled his secret sauce on top for seasoning.

Finally, insert an iris flower into the mashed potatoes to elevate the presentation. The combination of yellow and purple is noble and elegant, making even the most ordinary ingredients feel high-end.

Furthermore, this iris bell, unique to Kosalk, has another characteristic: its flower center is edible and contains abundant water with a slightly sweet taste, which can add a unique flavor to mashed potatoes.

Locke placed the plate of mashed potatoes in front of the black cat, Eileen, and gave a slight bow, a gentlemanly gesture.

"Miss Eileen, please."

Chapter 8, The Witch's Temptation

The black cat, Eileen, sniffed the aroma of the mashed potatoes, stuck out her tongue, licked it, and her blue pupils instantly dilated.

Mashed potatoes can be so delicious!

She quickly finished the mashed potatoes on the plate. Since she wasn't in human form, she didn't need to worry about maintaining a ladylike image.

Hold the mashed potatoes in your mouth, and three different flavors will bloom on your tongue.

First comes the sweetness of the crispy outer layer, then the saltiness in the middle, and finally the slight numbing and spicy sensation at the end.

Most importantly, the three flavors blend perfectly together, and paired with the soft and tender texture of the potatoes, Eileen instantly fell in love with this extremely simple dish.

[Ding! Successfully fed the witch!]

[Randomly acquire one of the witch's abilities]

[Retrieving data...]

[Witch's Affinity: You possess a peculiar attraction that draws witches to you.]

[Advanced Path: Chat with 10 different witches to upgrade to Witch Seduction.]

[Witch's Temptation: You are like a ripe peach; any witch who sees you will want to take a bite.]

Strange abilities have increased again, but it's still not the "Friend of Money" that Locke was hoping for.

It's okay, there will be another feeding opportunity at dinner tonight.