Becoming a god by raising witches

A large group of people, holding flags or banners, surrounded the carriage. They were all followers of the young girl, a large and imposing group dressed in various clothes, and the majority of them were young people.

Some people who like to join in the fun also joined the crowd, because the organizers of the parade would distribute bread and milk to the temporary participants, so the line would grow larger and larger over time.

Locke had seen this kind of parade before, but what was very new this time was that the speaker was not a middle-aged, greasy uncle trying to get the residents to vote for him and help him get elected as a councilor or mayor, but a cute young girl.

"Boycott gold refineries! Give us back our green environment!"

The girl shouted loudly.

The crowd joined in the shouting.

"Boycott gold refineries! Give us back our green environment!"

More and more people shouted, creating a powerful and overwhelming sound that filled the entire Pete Street area.

"It's Ginny Coburn, the environmental activist."

Hannah said in surprise.

"Now that you mention it, I remember that a month ago, the Kosork newspaper published a news article about Ginny Coburn severing ties with her parents because she felt they weren't environmentally conscious enough, and she wanted to be a 100% environmentally conscious girl, a devout follower of the Life Church. She's quite an eccentric girl."

"Of course, it's also possible that there was no real severance of ties, and that it was just a publicity stunt by her team to shape her image. This kind of thing is not new in the news industry."

Hannah nodded slightly, indicating her agreement with Locke's point of view.

"Then we need to discuss the real purpose of this march. Is it the Church of Life targeting the Church of Alchemy?"

"It cannot be ruled out that some people might use this as an excuse to make trouble. In fact, what the gold refineries need to do is strengthen management, especially the management of wastewater treatment. They only need to invest more money to purify the water source. If all the factories are really closed, many people will lose their jobs, and that will be a disaster."

Locke's rational analysis.

"That's true. Although I don't like those high and mighty alchemists, I have to admit that they accelerated the development of the kingdom and created jobs for many people."

Hannah tugged at the collar of her orange coat, letting it cover her chin, knowing that once she left the restaurant, she would have to face the winter wind head-on.

She looked up at the gloomy sky.

"Let's go, we have to get home before dark."

"Ah."

The two watched the crowd walk away before crossing the street and heading towards Old Tom's apartment.

The streetlights gradually came on. However, streetlights weren't everywhere in Pete Street because some impoverished households would steal them to pay off debts. This situation only gradually improved after repeated appeals from the government.

Fortunately, the streetlights on the way back to Old Tom's apartment from the restaurant were still intact.

Black cat Eileen, having failed to get her desired food, is scratching Locke's hair with her paws.

Locke could only go home and make her some sweet dumplings or similar pasta dishes with flour to satisfy her cravings.

It's a pity we don't have an oven at home, otherwise baking cakes, bread, and cookies would be no problem.

Locke also learned how to make strawberry cake from the one-eyed chef Georgia Hawthorne this week. Despite Georgia's unassuming appearance, he was once a famous pastry chef. Apart from his limited perspective due to the times, his cake-making skills were outstanding.

His only flaw is that he doesn't like innovation and prefers to follow the established procedures.

If you ask him to innovate, he will say, "Can you have pity on disabled people? I've already lost an eye. Do you want me to have no time to rest?"

The siblings returned to the apartment. Hannah went back to her room to prepare her lesson plan for the next day. Bonnie was a very difficult student to teach, and she needed to put in extra effort.

Locke made glutinous rice balls for Eileen and then continued studying mystical knowledge. Only after he was sure Hannah was asleep did he dare to secretly practice mirror travel.

The following day, the bells of the Cathedral of Life roused the sleeping people.

Locke was working the night shift today and made a big breakfast for Hannah and Eileen.

After finishing breakfast, Hannah rushed out to work.

Locke also put on his coat and took his black cat, Eileen, out to look at houses.

Although he asked his colleague Sieg to help him find out information, Locke himself was not idle. He had previously asked his clone to start looking for suitable housing in the East District, and last night the clone brought back good news.

Because Locke's sense of smell was enhanced, his clone's sense of smell was also enhanced, so Locke wasn't worried that his clone would find a house with a terrible stench.

But I still want to go and see it for myself, mainly to ask if the price is reasonable.

Ying had already arranged to discuss the price with the owner of the house, and Locke was free today, so he went by himself.

At the newsstand, Locke bought the latest Kossork Morning Post, which would be perfect for passing the time on the carriage crossing the Trey Bridge.

No. 12 Wutong Street is a three-story old building. People live upstairs and downstairs. The vacant apartment on the second floor is the house Locke wants to see today.

I like punctual people.

Rupert Shay, a middle-aged man wearing a gray overcoat, a silk top hat, and holding a silver cane, with a pocket watch on his clothes, smiled and said that he was the owner of the apartment, and the upstairs and downstairs were all tenants.

He doesn't like using agents, always feeling that they'll rip him off with a lot of money.

"Come on, let me show you my house. Trust me, you'll be very satisfied."

Rupert Shea opened the door to find the apartment spotless, with many pieces of furniture appearing to have been replaced.

The apartment has two bedrooms, a separate bathroom and kitchen, and a sunny balcony.

It wasn't very big, but it was cozy enough, and it was several times better than Old Tom's apartment.

"The location and environment here are both excellent. There is a sycamore park behind it, and it is close to the River Corso. Oh, and it is also very close to the business district of Wells, which is convenient for commuting. Most importantly, the neighbors here are all respectable people who earn more than 2 silver dollars a week. There will absolutely be no thieves or streetwalkers."

Rupert Shay said with a smile.

Locke opened the kitchen door, saw the mostly complete cooking utensils, and nodded.

I also looked at the separate bathroom, which had a small bathtub that looked quite nice.

"How about it?"

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

Eileen wagged her tail and sniffed the air. There was no unpleasant smell, so she could barely tolerate it.

"Aside from the fact that people have died there, it has no other flaws."

Chapter 82, The Young Inventor

Someone died here? Could there be any ghosts lingering in this house? Does the witch have purification rituals?

Locke himself carried a candle that could release shadows at any time, so he didn't care at all about the fact that someone had died there. All he needed to do was purify the house and, most importantly, not let Hannah know.

Rupert Shea led Locke back to the sofa in the living room, and the two began to get down to business, discussing the rent.

"The rent is 4 silver coins a month. How about that? Isn't that a fair price?"

When Locke heard the rent, he first compared it to the rent in the old Pete neighborhood. Even for a detached house, the rent was less than 4000 silver coins. This was too expensive.

“Mr. Rupert Shea, do you know what I do?”

Locke asked.

Rupert Shea was slightly taken aback. What did this have to do with rent?

Someone as young as you who can rent a room here is probably either a spendthrift with a little money at home or a gigolo from the Rose Theater, right?

"Although I don't know what you do, I believe that people who can afford to live in Wutong Street should have a decent job."

Rupert Shay said with a smile, though he didn't really think so.

"No, I am a sheriff."

Locke produced his sheriff's badge, which, although not stamped with the official seal of a senior officer, was enough to intimidate most people.

If he wore a purple sheriff's uniform, he would be even more likely to be considered a senior sheriff.

Rupert Shea frowned slightly. He hadn't even finished examining the documents before Locke took them back. He said with some dissatisfaction,

"So you mean you're trying to use your position as a sheriff to lower the price?"

The difference between East End residents and West End residents is that East End residents are not afraid of sheriffs at all; they think of sheriffs as a bunch of good-for-nothings who rely on their taxes to support them, while West End residents naturally have a fear of sheriffs.

This is the difference between classes.

Locke shook his head. "Of course not. I wanted to tell you that I know someone died in this house not long ago. You want 2 silver coins for rent, but I'm afraid no one will be willing to pay that."

Rupert Shea was taken aback, not expecting that even though he had replaced most of the furniture, he was still noticed.

No, perhaps the young sheriff just happened to handle that case.

What bad luck! How come I didn't remember what these sheriffs looked like?

This boy has such a distinctive appearance.

Rubeus Shay, feeling utterly defeated, stroked his silver cane and asked in a resigned tone,

How much do you accept?

"1 silver coins."

Locke cut three-quarters of it, which could be covered even with just the chef's income.

Rupert Shay's brow furrowed again.

"Too low, 3 silver coins."

"1 silver coins."

"Two silver coins! That's my bottom line."