Becoming a god by raising witches

"It would be great if we could pay it all off, but we still need to make a living. How about we take half of it and let you open a restaurant?"

Hannah didn't want her brother's earnings to go towards paying off their parents' debts. She believed she could definitely find a job, but her brother, lacking any culinary qualifications, would have a hard time finding work in that field. She thought it would be better to use the money to open a restaurant for him.

While the siblings were still discussing it, there was a loud knocking on the iron gate.

They both turned their gaze toward the door.

"I'll open the door."

Hannah made Locke put away all 30 gold coins before getting up to open the door.

The black cat sat lazily on the windowsill, thinking that black was a really good invisible color; the servant's sister hadn't noticed her since she entered the room.

Hannah opened the door, and a brown-haired man with a scar on his face grinned menacingly at her. Behind him were three henchmen, all tall and burly, with menacing expressions and an intimidating presence.

Hannah frowned. "Isn't it not time yet? I'll come find you. Why did you come to the apartment?"

"Whether the time comes or not is up to us. This time, we'll settle all the debts. We don't have time to play house with you about installment payments without interest."

The scarred man swaggered in, and upon seeing Locke, even greeted him with a smile.

"Hey, Locke, I heard about your exploits on Pete Street. How about joining our debt collection company? You have a bright future."

Locke glanced at him speechlessly. "Not interested."

"Hehe, what a temper you have, young master. Your sister has protected you too well."

The scarred man plopped down on the sofa, and his henchmen followed him in.

Hannah said angrily, "Uncle Frank clearly said that I could pay in installments, only 2 silver coins a month, and without paying interest!"

"Heh, Frank's retired, so his words won't carry any weight anymore. He's only returning 30 gold coins now."

Scarface spoke in an unquestionable tone, a slight smirk playing on his lips, revealing a ferocious expression.

"Besides, you're unemployed, aren't you?"

Hannah was stunned, not expecting that Uncle Frang, who had always helped her, would retire so early.

“Miss Hannah, it’s not difficult to get 30 gold coins. Just sell yourself to the Rose Theater. With your looks, you should be able to get that much.”

Scarface said with a smile, and his henchmen around him laughed in agreement.

Locke's brow furrowed more and more. Given that Miss Witch was present, Locke didn't hold back and punched Scarface, causing blood to trickle from the corner of his mouth.

"you!"

Everyone in the rented room was stunned. Hannah rushed to her brother's side in a panic.

The burly underlings were eager to avenge their boss.

Scarface wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his eyes filled with a mixture of surprise and anger. Just as he was about to retaliate, Locke suddenly pulled out a brightly colored gold coin from his bag and shoved it into Scarface's hand.

"That punch was because you insulted a wise and beautiful lady. This money is to pay off your debt, a total of 30 gold coins, not a penny less. Hand over the IOU, take the money and get out of here."

Scarface's gaze lingered between Kimmick and Locke's cold eyes before he finally gripped Kimmick tightly, stuffed them into his wallet, and slammed the IOU onto the table.

I've already made a preliminary judgment: this place is not a good place to stay.

This teenager must have done something illegal! That's why he suddenly had such a large sum of money.

Whether it's robbing a bank or committing murder and robbery, they are already considered red-named dangerous individuals.

It's best not to provoke people like that.

Although he looked fierce, he and his underlings were just trying to make a living by doing debt collection and bodyguard work. They had nothing to do with illegal or criminal activities and were not ruthless enough to risk their lives.

There's no need to risk your life for your boss's debts.

Scarface stood up, without uttering a single harsh word, grabbed the money, and, with his henchmen, left Old Tom's apartment in a hurry.

Terrified, Hannah collapsed to the ground, her legs going weak. Everything that had just happened felt so unreal.

Locke tore up the IOU, went to Hannah's side, and helped her up.

"Hannah, it's alright now."

"Locke, the money."

"Money can be earned back."

Locke helped Hannah to sit down on the sofa.

A black cat lazily jumped down from the windowsill and slowly paced around the room, catching Hannah's attention.

"cat?"

"Yes, her name is Xiao Ai, and she'll be part of our family from now on."

Locke generously introduced Hannah to the witch he was raising.

Hannah's small mouth opened slightly, as if she wanted to say something, but in the end she didn't speak.

"It's okay, life will get better. Getting rid of the debt is just the first step."

Locke comforted Hannah, who nodded gently, "Yes, it will, it definitely will."

Suddenly, Locke stood up nervously and rushed into the kitchen.

Hannah, puzzled, peeked out and looked at Locke.

"what happened?"

Chapter 10, "Locke, are you arguing with the cat?"

Locke chased the black cat into the kitchen, swooped down, and grabbed the plate.

Unfortunately, he was a little too slow and only managed to save Hannah's portion of mashed potatoes; his own portion had already been happily accepted by Miss Eileen.

Eileen licked her paws and let out a lazy meow, as if mocking him, "You think you can outrun me?"

"Xiao Ai, didn't we agree that I would cook you something delicious tonight so you could save room for it?"

Locke said dejectedly.

Eileen raised her round cat head and said indifferently,

"Just now, in order to satisfy your voyeuristic desires, I transformed into multiple women, which consumed a lot of my energy, and I need to replenish it."

"Hey, hey, hey, don't say things that are misleading! What do you mean by satisfying my voyeuristic desires? You're the one trying to play a prank on me!"

Locke resolutely refused to take the blame.

Eileen glanced at him.

“I could clearly feel your emotional fluctuations. You were actually quite happy while watching, weren’t you? Especially Hannah.”

Locke didn't wait for her to finish speaking before covering the black cat's mouth, afraid that her sister would hear what she said.

He didn't let go until Eileen bit him.

"What's there to be nervous about? She can't hear me anyway."

Locke withdrew his hand, revealing a clear row of cat teeth marks. He wondered if he should get a rabies vaccine. Well, there were no vaccines in this day and age.

"Locke, are you arguing with the cat?"

Outside the kitchen, Hannah asked curiously.

All she could hear was Locke talking to the cat in a daze, and the cat would occasionally let out a dissatisfied "meow".

"No."

Locke stopped arguing with Eileen, picked up his sister's plate of mashed potatoes, and walked out of the kitchen.

"Hannah, are you hungry? Come and try my new dish."

"What is this? It looks very appetizing."

Hannah found herself sitting at the table with a menacing cat already looming beside her.

The black cat's blue vertical pupils stared unblinkingly at the mashed potatoes on the plate.

"This is called iris mashed potatoes. It can be eaten even when it's cold and doesn't need to be heated up."

Locke said with a smile.

Hannah nodded, scooped up a piece with a spoon and put it in her mouth. The mashed potatoes quickly melted in her mouth, and a triple flavor wheel assaulted her taste buds, causing her brain to produce a kind of dopamine called pleasure.

Hannah's eyes lit up with excitement. "Locke, it's delicious!"

"It tastes better when it's hot."

However, if it's hot, you'll need to put money into the gas meter, and there's a high chance that Miss Eileen will steal food from you again while you're hot.

"Locke, aren't you going to eat?"

"Hannah asked."

Locke shook his head. "I've already eaten."

Hannah frowned; she knew Locke was lying.

She divided the already meager amount of mashed potatoes into two portions, then glanced at the black cat beside her and carefully divided her portion into two more.

"Let's eat together."