Becoming a God by Raising a Witch

I walked through three blocks and walked to the Mill Block near Trey Bridge.

This is the intersection of the west and east districts of Kosolk, and you can glimpse the glory of the royal capital from a distance.

Trey Bridge gathered many coachmen, and those who could work from the West End to the East End were wealthy people, their target audience.

Strictly speaking, the East District belongs to the imperial capital of the Tumen Kingdom, because it contains the Queen's District, Municipal Building, Cathedral of Life, Police Headquarters, General Information Office, Wells District and other prosperous areas.

It is in sharp contrast to the factory area, dock area, alchemy room area and slums in the West District.

When the coachmen saw Locke, who was wearing a cashmere coat and had a handsome face, they couldn't help but wave to him.

"Young gentleman, would you like to go across the bridge?"

"Take my car, it only costs 30 grams."

When they saw Locke approaching, they waved their hands angrily, feeling unlucky.

After all, Locke's coat is second-hand and cannot be seen from a distance. If you look closely, you can clearly see the wear and tear on the corners and the old style. Most people who can work in the East District are well-dressed and will not allow themselves to wear something like this. Outdated coat.

Locke only said to the coachman who was nearest and had waved the most enthusiastically before, "Thank you, no need."

He took out the newspaper from his arms, determined the address of the restaurant, took a deep breath, and planned to go in and try his luck again.

Suddenly, a black four-wheel car rushed over from the bridge.

In this era, only the top wealthy people could own private cars. When they saw the car appearing, everyone stopped and watched until they realized that something was wrong. The car's brakes seemed to have failed.

A woman let out a shrill scream.

Locke was attracted by the sound. When he turned around, he saw the out-of-control black metal lump rushing towards him, and the big clock on the Trey Bridge behind him happened to be 8 o'clock at the moment!

Could this be the reason why he only has 24 hours left to live?

Get into a car accident in this fucking world? !

At this speed, even an Olympic champion cannot avoid it.

Locke seemed to hear the countdown of his life.

Why?

Even though you have left the witch's realm, your life bar has been restored?

Just when the car was about to hit him, an elegant black cat appeared.

It jumped lightly onto Locke's shoulder, and Locke was hit by the car and flew out.

I originally thought that I would be spinning around, bleeding, and dying on the spot.

Locke even said his last words to Hannah in his heart: see you in the next life.

But he felt no pain at all. Even when he hit the ground, he felt that the ground was soft for some reason, as if it had melted into a sponge.

The black car finally stopped.

The car door opened, and a beautiful girl wearing a complicated ruffled dress jumped out of the car. Behind her was a well-dressed middle-aged man. The man's brows were frowning tightly, always alert to the people around him. close.

The girl trotted up to Locke, stretched out her hand, helped Locke up, and said nervously,

"I'm sorry, are you...are you okay? I'll take you to the hospital now."

The girl's round face has some baby fat, and there are some freckles on her fair cheeks that do not affect her appearance. Her eyes are big and round like emeralds, her eyelashes are thick and long, and her long brown hair is curly and draped on her back. A sense of déjà vu like looking at a doll.

"I'm okay."

Locke stood up and was surprised to find that the black cat was still on his shoulder.

The proud black cat was like a sculpture, motionless, and seemed to have no intention of jumping off its shoulders.

Locke reached out to hug it, and it stretched out its small black paws and slapped Locke's hand away.

Locke retracted his hand in pain, and a faint red mark appeared on his hand.

The power of this cat is extraordinary!

Chapter 7. It’s a win-win situation

【Ding! Witch information detected: Erin Mostia]

[Successful feeding can randomly obtain a superpower of the witch]

[It is detected that there is nothing left on the host. 】

[Feeding success rate 0]

Damn it! It turned out to be the witch Miss Irene.

Is this how she saved me?

Wait, isn't Erin supposed to be dead? !

Doesn't she only have 24 hours to live?

Why does it turn into a cat? !

Locke then realized that when he was in a car accident, it was the black cat in front of him, oh no, it was Miss Irene who saved him.

"No, no, I must go to the hospital for a check-up."

The doll-like girl was eager to get Locke into the car and said she would definitely drive Locke to the hospital for examination.

She didn't want to be watched by so many people, and the middle-aged man began to urge her, as if she had something very important.

But Locke insisted not to go to the hospital because he was about to enter Holmick's restaurant for an interview.

"It's really not necessary, and I advise you not to drive this car again."

Locke gave advice.

"Miss Lucy, it's time for us to go."

The middle-aged man urged again.

The girl named Lucy bit her lip, took out an exquisite wallet from the shoulder bag she carried with her, and counted 3, 10, and 30 Kimmies from the wallet and handed it to Locke.

"I only brought this much. You can take it to the hospital for a full body checkup. If you have any questions, come to me at Baker's Bakery in Wells. My name is Lucy."

After Lucy finished speaking, she turned around and got into a carriage with the middle-aged man. The black car that had lost control of its brakes was driven back by the driver.

Locke held a 30-gold note in his hand and his mind went blank.

It wasn't until the carriage carrying Lucy had gone away that Locke nervously put the 30 gold coins into the inner pocket of his coat, and looked warily at the envious looks around him.

At this time, the black cat standing on Locke's shoulder suddenly spoke.

"The salary is 1 gold per week, which is treated as 30 weeks of salary paid in advance."

Locke immediately looked around nervously, and was relieved when he found that no one else was surprised by a cat speaking human words.

It seems that Erin uses a skill similar to psychic communication, and only she can hear her voice.

The black cat glanced at him haughtily and continued,

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

etc? 100 years! ?

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

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

Black cat Erin added.

Locke felt that he had been on a pirate ship. It was clearly money given by the generous rich lady Miss Lucy, but he was going to become Miss Witch's slave?

Orcs will never be slaves!

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

After roaring in his heart, Irene's cold voice continued to ring in Locke's ears,

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

cat? Is it a cat? Shit shovel officer? Breeder?

If Miss Irene always appears next to me in the form of a cat, then wouldn't it be equivalent to raising a cat, and I can also gain her superpowers by feeding her every day!

Not too fragrant at all.

Locke, who had changed his mentality, discovered that this was not a treaty for the devil to sell his soul, but a win-win contract, and he immediately agreed to Black Cat Irene's suggestion.

"Okay, 100-year contract."

The black cat Erin licked her paws and raised her chin.

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

"Wait a minute, don't you need any blood contract ceremony or soul agreement? Is it so careless?"

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

The black cat licked its paws, "For a weak human like you, there is no need for a soul agreement. As long as I find that you want to break the contract, I will just take back your lifespan."

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

However, Locke will never abandon the black cat until Irene's superpowers are exhausted!

So he should be safe for now.

But, how did Miss Witch escape from the fate of being dead within 24 hours? What happened after I left the Rhine Apartment? Or has Miss Witch already made arrangements?

With doubts, Locke gave up his plan to go to Holmick's restaurant for an interview. There were too many people interviewing, and he couldn't guarantee that there weren't pickpockets with bad character among them.

Locke headed in the direction of Pate's neighborhood.

He now has 30 gold coins in his pocket, but he cannot spend it as he wishes because he must use the money to pay off his debts.

This money is just enough to offset his parents' debts, and he and his sister will not have a debt crisis from now on.

Thinking of this, he felt very complicated.

Both happy and ironic.

For a young lady like Lucy, the pocket money in her wallet would require Hannah to work for 6 years without eating or drinking, and Hannah was engaged in a decent job in the journalism industry.

This is the stark gap between rich and poor in this world.

Locke now has 30 gold grams plus 8 grams in his arms. He left 10 grams for Hannah. If he wants to use the 30 gold grams to pay off his debt, he can only use 8 grams to buy some cheap ingredients.

This of course does not include chicken.

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

Since coming to this world, Locke has gotten rid of his sub-healthy state and allowed his legs to play their most primitive role. He can walk for a day like a primitive man foraging for food in the Gobi.

Locke walked into the Laojiekou wet market with the black cat on his shoulder.

"Hey, look who's here. Isn't this Locke who is looking for Miss Witch everywhere?"

Old White, the fishmonger who sells fish at the door, said with a smile that what he likes to do most is to make fun of the down-and-out young people and use this to find a sense of superiority.

Locke suddenly felt a sense of social death, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, hoping that Old White would shut up as soon as possible and stop telling embarrassing stories about his past.

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

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

Mrs. Jones asked with a crooked eyebrow and a smile. She raised her own cabbage and said, "Would you like some cabbage for Miss Witch?"

"I hate cabbage."

Erin suddenly spoke, and Locke's little heart almost skipped a beat.

Fortunately, no one else could hear Eileen's words at all.

Otherwise, everyone in the market would be scared to death.

But if that's the case, maybe you can get free food by then.

"Give me four potatoes."

Locke ignored the vegetable vendors who were teasing him, but walked up to the grey-haired, stooped Mrs. Marcil, picked up four medium-sized potatoes, put them into a paper bag, and took out 8 grams. Pass it to the elderly Mrs. Marcil.

"Little Locke, come take care of my business again."

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