Becoming a God by Raising a Witch

1 gold mille equals 10 silver mille equals 100 copper mille equals 10,000 mille.

Before Isa lost her job, her weekly salary was 1 silver mille a week, 4 silver mille a month, which was considered the middle class in Kosorke.

The weekly salary of an ordinary female worker is only 500 mille a week, and most daily necessities can be bought with mille.

And a chef, even an experienced and diplomad chef, can only earn 1 silver mille a week at most, and this is a chef working in a high-end restaurant.

Therefore, the salary offered by Irene is definitely higher than the average chef salary.

The more Irene does this, the more Locke has to resist the temptation.

"I'm sorry, Miss Irene, I still want to work in a restaurant. In fact, there is already a restaurant willing to..."

Locke hasn't finished speaking.

Irene raised four fingers,

"4 silver mik per week."

"I still think the restaurant..."

"8 silver mik per week."

"Restaurant..."

"1 gold mik per week."

Irene gave the final offer. She didn't care how much she paid. She was not interested in money, she was only interested in food.

Besides, someone would come to take back the apartment building tomorrow, and everything here would no longer belong to her.

As for the remuneration for the servants, she could think of other ways to achieve it.

Locke was already very tempted, and deeply felt the truth that people die for money and birds die for food.

The total debt owed by his parents was 50 gold mik, which was enough to crush any ordinary family. Hannah worked hard for 5 years and saved money to pay back 20 gold mik, leaving 30 gold mik. If she worked for Miss Witch, she could pay off the debt within 1 year.

But, did she really have 1 year to live?

I'm afraid I only have 24 hours to stay with this Miss Witch?

Locke said hesitantly, "Miss Irene, it's not about money."

Irene raised her eyebrows slightly, folded her hands across her chest, and blocked her magnificent snow-capped peaks.

"In that case, let's make a deal."

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Locke looked at the witch Irene in confusion.

"I'll save your life, and you promise to be my servant."

Irene said this calmly.

By the way, [Life Peeping] was stolen from Miss Witch, and she must be able to see my life bar.

But why do I feel like I'm about to make a deal with the devil.

Well, as long as I leave here and am not implicated, I will be saved, and the deal will naturally be invalid at that time.

Locke thought so, in order to avoid Miss Witch's entanglement, he decided to temporarily agree to her, and buying time to leave here is the key at the moment.

What surprised Locke was that Irene did not take out any blood contract that required souls to sign to force him to sign, but let him go directly.

Locke still had a sense of unreality when he left the apartment.

He quickly crossed the street and headed towards the Pete District.

The Petr Street is an old neighborhood in the western part of Kosork. It is adjacent to Mar Street, which is known as the slum of the royal capital. It is a mixed place with all kinds of people, including various processing plants, alchemy rooms, prisons and ports. Because of its low rent, it attracts many migrant workers and is known as one of the areas with the highest crime rate in Kosork.

Old Tom's Apartment is located in this neighborhood. It is an old apartment with a total of 33 households. Many people are crowded in a small apartment with seven or eight people.

Locke and his sister Hannah also live here, in an apartment on the third floor closest to the staircase.

When Locke returned to the apartment, his whole body was soaked with sweat, and the cold wind blowing in from the broken window made him feel that he would catch a cold at any time.

Poor people cannot get sick casually. In order to prevent colds, he immediately found old clothes from the box, took a washbasin, went to the public bathroom, turned on the faucet, took a basin of water and brought it back to the kitchen of the apartment. He distressedly threw a 10-mike coin into the gas meter and started to boil water.

Plan to wipe the body with hot water, change into clean clothes, and find old newspapers to repair the broken windows at home.

While the water was boiling, Locke walked into his sister's bedroom and stood in front of the fitting mirror with two cracks.

The life bar above his head has changed!

It has changed from 24 hours to 438,000 hours!

That means he still has 50 years to live! ! !

Is it really because of that witch?

As long as he completely leaves her apartment and leaves her range of activities, he will be out of danger.

Locke breathed a sigh of relief, took off the kettle, poured a cup of hot water, took out the dry bread in his arms, and ate it with hot water to ensure that his stomach would no longer protest.

Then pour the water into the basin again, put in a towel, take off his clothes, start wiping his body, and put on clean old clothes.

The advantage of being young is that even if you don't wear a coat in winter, you won't feel too cold unless it snows heavily.

The only coat in the house has been given to his sister Hannah, who is a girl. Locke can only wear a padded vest to keep warm.

Unfortunately, this vest was also torn, so it could only be sent to Mrs. Amor's house next door to ask her to help mend it.

Locke lamented the difficulty of life, wrapped himself in a few old clothes, and felt alive again.

He slowly walked to the window and checked the size of the glass crack.

A familiar voice downstairs attracted his attention-

Chapter 4, the best gift

"Hey, Locke, do you need help? It only takes 10 grams to repair the window."

On the street below Old Tom's apartment,

Uncle Martin, with a tool bag on his left shoulder and 262,800 hours on his head, was waving at Locke.

Beside him was a boy wearing a worn-out cotton jacket, a beret, and freckles all over his face. That was his son Kai, and the number on his head was 432,768 hours.

"No, thank you."

Locke, who had just spent 10 meters to boil water, did not intend to take care of Uncle Martin's business, especially after seeing Kai.

Kai always liked to smash the glass of the neighbors around him in exchange for his father's business, and he was beaten for this.

If Locke took care of Martin's business this time, his own windows would be broken again in less than a week.

So Locke chose to use waste newspapers and glue to paste the holes in the windows.

As long as there is no typhoon, these old newspapers can last for a long time.

After repairing the window, Locke returned to the shabby sofa and started to pick up the newspaper to find a job again.

Since he had gotten rid of the fate of being implicated by the witch lady, he had to think about how to continue to live.

Squeak--

Accompanied by a sound of heavy metal friction, the rusty old iron door of the apartment was pushed open.

Hannah, with long brown hair, fair skin, delicate features and thin cheeks, walked in in an old coat that didn't fit her, carrying two large bags in her hands.

"Locke, look what my sister brought back."

Hannah said excitedly, her nose and cheeks were blown red by the cold wind. After entering the house, she took off her coat and hung it on the coat rack, revealing a blue linen waisted long skirt.

Her waist was very slender, her chest was very flat, and her figure was like that of an underdeveloped girl.

The life bar jumping above her head showed the number 525,600.

That means Hannah still has 60 years to live, which is considered longevity in this world, and it is 10 years longer than himself.

After seeing this number, Locke, who was in a good mood, stepped forward and took the bag from his sister's hand, which contained a men's coat and two woolen vests.

Although the style is old, the material is ordinary, and the edges are worn, it is enough to resist the invasion of winter.

"How much does it cost, Hannah? I told you not to waste money."

"They are all second-hand, not expensive, only 100 grams, I bought them all. This winter is colder. There will definitely be a heavy snow in December. You can't wear a vest in the winter, or you will get sick."

Hannah took the clothes out of her pocket and took her brother to the dressing mirror in her room to gesture,

"Great, the size is just right, I was worried that it would be too big, too big to wear warm, too small and I have to ask Mrs. Amor to help sew it."

"How do you know if it fits if you don't try it?"

Locke stretched out his hand and planned to put the "new clothes" on himself, but was hit by Hannah,

"Second-hand, must be washed before wearing, don't touch it."

Locke withdrew his hand in pain, and at the same time looked at the pattern of the clothes, thinking that it was barely acceptable, and the texture was better than Hannah's coat, like cashmere.

"Did it really only cost 100 grams?"

"Of course, your sister is very good at living. Don't underestimate the former journalist."

When mentioning the profession of journalist, Hannah's bright eyes dimmed a lot.

This morning, she went to the Sun for an interview, and she was rejected again.

She was obviously very professional and had a good conversation with the interviewer, but in the end she was told that she was not suitable for this job.

Considering that if she didn't pay the debt company back in time this month, they might come to her door, and Tom, the landlord of Old Tom's apartment, hated dealing with people from the debt collection company the most, and it was very likely that he would drive the siblings out for this reason, Hannah's mood became extremely depressed.

Hannah took out all the clothes in the two bags, put them in the basin, and walked silently to the public bathroom at the end of the corridor to wash clothes.

Locke followed silently.

"Hannah, I'm sorry, I didn't have a smooth day."

Locke, who felt that he didn't have the face to wear "new clothes", held his sister Hannah's hand and said, "Why not return them? Save as much as you can."

Hannah looked back at her brother with an apologetic look in her eyes. After hesitating for a moment, she still said,

"I should be the one to say sorry."

"...I'm sorry, Locke, actually these clothes are free. I took them off a dead gentleman when I passed by Cypress Street. Forgive me, sister, I can only wear such clothes for you."

Hannah's eyes were a little red, and her body was obviously shaking when she mentioned the dead body.

In the past, she despised the most this kind of thing of stripping clothes from the dead body, but as the weather was getting colder and colder, more and more people froze to death on the street, she was afraid that Locke would become one of them. The moment she saw the man lying on the ground, she had this idea and snatched his clothes.

Of course, she was sure that he was dead and did not commit murder for money.

This is also the reason why she didn't let Locke touch these clothes. She was afraid that the clothes might be contaminated with bacteria or diseases, so she had to wash them before giving them to her brother.

Locke reached out and hugged the trembling Hannah tightly in his arms, his nose a little sour.

"Hannah, I like this dress very much. No matter where it came from, it is the best New Year's gift I have ever received. I will definitely wear it every day when I go out."

"Woo... woo..."

Hannah finally couldn't control her emotions and cried.

Facing the extremely sensible Locke, the strong Hannah's heart also became soft and she cried like a child.

Poverty is like a terrible poison that can infinitely lower people's moral bottom line. Locke is determined not to let the kind Hannah continue to taste this poison.

Life must be better!

Although it has only been three years since he came to this world, his relationship with Hannah has long surpassed the relationship between him and his parents in his previous life.

He was born in a single-parent family. His father was a butcher who killed pigs. His mother despised the family's poverty and eloped with someone when he was three years old. His father began to drink. After drinking, he always lost his temper with him and was beaten. Even his tuition for school was used by his father to drink.

Later, he went to college with a work-study program. He never returned to his hometown and never met his father again. He became a food blogger and bought a house in Guangcheng. He lived a happy life until he crossed over.

When I woke up, I came to this fucked-up world with strict hierarchy, recent industrialization, old nobles and new nobles fighting each other, businessmen frantically accumulating primitive capital, congressmen holding cigars to manipulate politics, and traditional religions and cultists fighting openly and secretly.

The only person who can make me feel warm is my sister Hannah.

She always selflessly tolerates my willfulness. If it weren't for the family's debt problem, she would do her best to send me to college.

Hannah wiped her tears and said stubbornly,

"It's okay, it's okay, we will be fine, sister will make you lunch, after lunch, we can continue to go out to find a job."

"Okay."