Becoming a God by Raising a Witch

Frieda took a piece of meat and put it into her mouth, and found that it was completely different from what Locke handed her. The meat was dry and woody.

She was stunned, then turned back to ask Locke,

"Why is it different from the one you gave me? Is this the same deer?"

"What I cut for you is the best part. In fact, the reason why reindeer has not been domesticated as our main food is because most of its meat is too lean and not as delicious as pork and beef."

Locke explained.

"Okay, then help me pick some more."

Frieda said.

Locke helped her choose another part of the meat, and the previous venison was shared with the servants and guards in the manor.

The parts that are difficult to swallow in the princess's mouth are also rare delicacies for other servants.

The winter days in Kosolk are short and the nights are long. While everyone is grilling meat and eating meat, the sun has set and the stars quietly climb into the sky. Sitting around the campfire, even if it snows heavily again, they don't feel cold at all.

Locke, who was admiring the beautiful scenery, suddenly discovered that Dimo, Sigurd and Natal were no longer where they were.

"where are they?"

"Di Mo and the housekeeper went to visit the wine cellar of the manor, and Sigurd probably took a certain lady to hang out."

Angela replied.

Robson looked at the time and said nervously, "I still have a report to finish. Do we have to rush back to the Abnormal Bureau?"

"If the director has something to do with us, he will ask Pigeon to send the message. You don't have to worry so much."

As an old investigator, Angela knows the director's behavior very well.

"But I always feel like today is a collective absence from work."

Robson said guiltily.

"Robson."

Locke looked at him seriously, "Don't talk nonsense. We are completing a glorious mission to protect the safety of Princess Frieda, and there will be absolutely no slack."

"Forehead……"

Robson looked at Locke with confusion in his eyes.

"Locke, I had a great time today. The Reindeer Manor is yours, but I will still come to play with you often in the future."

Princess Frieda said with a smile.

To her, a manor was nothing, not to mention it was in such a remote place in the West District.

"Okay, thank you, I will take care of the manor."

Locke said.

"If you don't have money to pay their salary, you are welcome to work in my mansion. I am willing to hire you as a chef with a high salary."

Frieda raised her proud little face and said.

"I will think about it."

Locke said politely.

"Oh, please help me take care of Suad II during this period. He seems to be a little moody recently."

Frieda said.

Locke nodded and decided to send poor Jerry back to Uncle Yuli.

Frida was about to leave, but Natal appeared in time. Several people got back into the carriage and escorted them back to the East District.

It was already 8pm after sending Frieda back.

Locke, Sigurd, Angela, and Dimo ​​all chose to go home. Only Robson decided to go back to the Abnormality Bureau to work overtime.

Locke walks home and decides to share his acquisition of a manor with the women of the family.

"Locke, why are you back so late?"

Hannah opened the door and the first thing she said to Locke was a gentle reproach.

"Sorry, have you had dinner?"

Locke asked.

"Rebecca has made dinner and we have eaten. Oh, Jerry, we haven't seen each other in a long time."

Hannah knelt down and gently stroked Jerry's head.

Yes, he will take the initiative to cook when I am not around. It seems that he has been trained well.

Locke thought so as he walked into the house and saw the noble black cat Irene lying on the sofa, reading the newspaper leisurely.

If Hannah hadn't gotten used to this cat's anomalies, she might have been clamoring for a check-up in a mental hospital.

Jerry, the golden retriever, waggled his tail happily and followed Hannah into the house. The moment he saw Erin, he began to shiver again, trying to find a place to hide.

"We left some food for you."

Hannah said thoughtfully and picked up the trembling Jerry.

"Isn't it too cold, poor little guy?"

"Actually, I'm quite full. I brought you some venison. Well, don't hold it. It just ate shit on the road."

Locke reminded Hannah, who immediately let go of Jerry and showed a look of disgust.

Jerry whined twice aggrievedly, indicating that he had not eaten shit.

It's a pity that Hannah can't understand the dog's language.

Erin sniffed the smell, stood up from the sofa, and walked over with leisurely cat steps.

Rebecca also slipped out of the kitchen.

If it wasn't to please Irene, she wouldn't take the initiative to cook.

"This is rare white venison. It's a pity that the fur was taken away by Her Highness the Princess. Otherwise, I could take it back and make you a winter coat."

Locke said looking at Hannah.

"Your Highness the Princess? Have you been summoned by Her Highness the Princess again today?"

Hannah followed Locke into the kitchen. Locke sliced ​​off the venison shanks, heated them slightly in a pan, and brought them to the table.

"Yes, I have good news and bad news for you."

Locke, Hannah, Erin and Rebecca sat around the dining table, looking at the venison in front of them.

Locke sprinkled the venison with chili powder, and the ladies began sharing his news while enjoying the meal.

"I also have good news and bad news to share with you."

Hannah said as she ate the venison.

Erin was quite satisfied with the roasted venison, and her favorability level increased by 1 point again.

Rebecca imagined the venison as the meat from Locke, which made it taste more delicious to her.

"You go ahead and say it."

Locke said humbly.

"No, you better say it first."

Hannah was afraid that if she told the news, Locke's joy would disappear.

Locke nodded slightly and said,

"The good news is that I am now the owner of the manor, and Her Royal Highness Princess Frieda generously gave me the Reindeer Manor in the West End."

He took out the manor title deed and the manor owner's seal.

These two things are proof that he owns the manor.

Hannah was completely stunned, and suddenly found that the venison in her mouth had lost its taste.

Erin's eyes were bright, and she grabbed the seal with her cat's paws. After confirming that it was authentic, she nodded slightly, "Not bad."

"Locke, are you kidding me?"

Hannah looked at Locke in disbelief.

She never imagined that a month ago, they were still struggling to make ends meet, living in the Old Tom Apartments in Pate Street in the West End, worrying about rent and debt.

A month later, not only did they live in such a good loft, but Locke now became the owner of the manor.

What happened? To make fate change so dramatically?

"Of course not, Hannah, you are about to become the owner of the manor. Of course, this is only good news. I also have bad news."

Locke sighed.

"What bad news, it makes me happy to tell you."

Rebecca looked at Locke with a smile.

Hannah had already begun to think wildly, "Did Her Highness the Princess ask you to get married?"

Locke looked at Hannah in surprise, "Hannah, what are you thinking? That is definitely better news. Being able to become the prince of Princess Frieda will solve our family's financial problems."

"If that wasn't the case, why would she give you a manor?"

Hannah asked confused.

"That's because of Jerry. Jerry won her the Noble Pet Competition. She wanted to thank me. Of course, it was also because of my good performance today."

Locke patted Jerry on the head.

"So that's it."

Hannah breathed a sigh of relief. Although Her Royal Highness the Princess has a noble status, she does not want Locke to marry such a noble woman. This will destined Locke to have to live with his head down in the future.

Hannah hopes that Locke's future wife will have the same equal relationship as Locke.

"Where's the bad news?"

"The bad news is that there are a large number of servants in the manor, and the daily expenses are huge. It is absolutely impossible for me to support them with my ability."

Locke looked at Erin.

Irene, who has always wanted to be the owner of the manor, should solve the family's financial problems, right?

Erin licked the cat's paw and said lightly,

"Fire them all. I don't need so many servants. You are enough."

"Wait a minute, you're kidding me. It's hard for me to even clean it by myself. It's a very large manor."

Locke said.

Hannah frowned and found that her brother was communicating with the cat again, and it seemed that there was still going on.

"That's not bad news."

Rebecca rolled her eyes.

"Do you have any idea?"

Locke looked at her.

She shrugged her shoulders and said, for the sake of the venison, "I can trick them into not taking a single gram and voluntarily stay in the manor and continue to be servants."

"no."

Hannah and Locke said in unison.

The two looked at each other and smiled.

"It seems we can no longer become capitalists."

"Yeah, I can't stand being owed wages to others, just like I can't stand being owed wages."

The two said.

Rebecca felt that the siblings were hopeless.

"Fire the unnecessary people and keep only the necessary ones. According to my idea, there is no need to keep anyone. If you really need people, we can recruit some for free."