Becoming a God by Raising a Witch

"Old Lani, don't scare the newcomers. Most of the old people in our bureau are still alive and well."

Georgia, who is tall and thin and wears a one-eyed patch, said.

"Yes, for example, you are only blind in one eye."

Old Neil said coldly. He hated others interrupting when he was talking. Whenever this happened, he couldn't help but talk back.

Georgia glanced at her mouth and returned to her post of chopping meat. The sound of the kitchen knife made a clanging sound, as if she thought Old Neil was the fish on the chopping board.

"The remaining 90 or so people are temporary workers. These temporary workers are either desperate hapless people or criminals with heinous crimes. We don't need to take care of their tastes. Even if we give them leftovers from the night before, they will be grateful to us. , Well, of course we can’t do that, for the sake of the reputation of the chef.”

Old Lani said as he took Locke to the warehouse in the back kitchen.

"The warehouse is filled with the freshest vegetables and meats. If you want to research new dishes, you can take them as you like."

Locke's eyes shone slightly.

"Oh, but it can only be here, you can't take it home."

Old Lani added, "I hate dirty thieves, and I'm sure you are not one of them."

Locke felt a little guilty, remembering the scene of white prostitution on the black market.

Okay, now that you have money, come back to your morals and character.

Locke decided to be a gentleman with good conduct, starting from never stealing food.

Even when he saw the warehouse full of fresh fruits, vegetables and meat, he was so greedy that he wanted to empty out the warehouse.

"That's it for today. We'll start working officially again tomorrow. It's 8 o'clock every morning. Can you be on time?"

"I will be on time, but I need to go to church to pray every day. This is my agreement with the priest."

Locke said.

Old Rani nodded and touched the leaves on his neck.

"Pious young man, it doesn't matter. As long as you don't miss your meal, you can go to church."

"Well, in addition, I am also a part-time investigator. I also need to go out when there are tasks."

Locke scratched his hair in embarrassment. It was best to tell the chef clearly from the beginning to avoid unnecessary trouble in the future.

"Part-time investigator?"

Several cooks in the back kitchen looked at Locke at the same time, with shock in their eyes.

"Are you a weirdo?"

Old Lani asked seriously.

Locke nodded slightly, "That's right."

"Then why do you want to be a cook?"

Fedor asked in surprise.

“Why can’t weirdos be cooks?”

Locke asked in surprise.

"The status of an investigator is much higher than that of a cook, and so is the salary. Why bother working as a cook?"

said the diminutive Graff, who seemed to envy the investigator's job but was unaware of the dangers of hanging out with the weird.

The three cooks all believed that a weirdo like Locke should be aloof and should not associate with the cooks.

Only old Lani didn't think so.

Old Rani frowned and asked,

"Can't you quit your job as an investigator and focus on being a cook?"

Fedor, Giorgia, and Graf all thought that Old Lani was crazy, and advised him to quit his job as an investigator with unlimited prospects and settle down as a cook. However, they felt that this was not a bad idea. With Locke's talent, if If you can concentrate on being a cook, you will definitely become a gourmet in the kingdom.

When the time comes, they can also benefit from it.

Apart from being a little selfish, there is nothing wrong with him. He is worthy of being an old Rani.

"Probably not."

Although Locke feels that the job of a chef has a bright future, after being exposed to the weird and extraordinary, it is difficult to return to ordinary life. Coupled with the [Witch Affinity] attribute, he needs to become stronger. It may be dangerous to become an investigator, but at least he can Learn and improve systematically.

Moreover, the black-haired Director Rhaenys once said that when encountering very dangerous cases, she would leave them to the church.

Locke felt that he could do it.

Chapter 68, 12 ancient witches

After bidding farewell to the four middle-aged and elderly people in the kitchen, Locke left the Sixth Sheriff Court and embarked on the road back to Old Tom's apartment.

As usual, we passed by the clothing store where Sophie was. The freckled girl Sophie invited Locke in, treated Locke to a cup of black tea, sewed clothes for him for free, and told him about her brother. This was the same as in the dream. There seems to be no difference.

Saying goodbye to Sophie, Locke took the carriage home and bought fresh mutton on the way.

The quality of this mutton is not as good as that of the No. 6 Public Security Courtyard Chef, but it can barely be used to make [Ice Boiled Lamb].

Back home, Locke was still a little uneasy, fearing that Hannah would suddenly turn into the haunting Shelia.

Fortunately, when I contacted Hannah, there was no witch prompt popping up in the system.

And the black cat Irene has been lying on the sofa.

She didn't go out all day today. She squatted at home, basked in the sun, took a nap, and ate the candies Locke made for her. She lived a very leisurely life.

Erin sniffed Locke and smelled many scents.

"You came into contact with the Abnormality Bureau today."

Locke nodded slightly, feeling that there was no need to hide it from his partner, Miss Cat, who would be with him for 100 years.

"Guess what I went through today."

Irene squinted her eyes, her blue vertical pupils flashing with a light of wisdom.

"You met the desire clone of Shelia, and also came into contact with other weirdos, a playboy who exuded all kinds of women's perfumes, a drunkard covered in alcohol, a girl loved by butterflies and insects, a smoker who liked sweets, went to the Church of Life, came into contact with the Tree of Life, and then met 4 cooks, one of whom had just lost his wife. In the end, you also made strange dishes."

Wait, are you following me? Or did you put an eye on me?

Locke looked at Irene in surprise.

Irene raised her cat head proudly, as if she was about to praise me for being awesome.

"Are you sure you didn't follow me out?"

Locke asked.

"Of course not, it's all based on my sense of smell. I can smell the complex smell on you, which will linger on you for at least 24 hours."

Irene stuck out her tongue and licked her nose. She is now a cat and doesn't need to pay attention to her image.

"Is the cat's sense of smell so sensitive?"

Locke began to expect that his sense of smell could become as sensitive as Irene's. This is really a good skill.

"This is not a good thing, especially in a place where the bathroom is shared."

Erin rolled her eyes and said.

She was blaming the owner for not letting her live in a luxurious manor.

Hannah came out of the bedroom, wearing the orange coat Locke bought for her and a popular ladies' hat, with her hands on her hips, dissatisfied with her brother who had been chatting with the cat Xiao Ai and ignoring her since he came home.

"Locke, when will you change your habit of talking to a cat?"

"Beautiful Hannah, this hat and clothes are really matched, as if they were tailor-made for you."

Locke said with a smile.

Hannah's attention was successfully diverted. She adjusted her hat and stood up straight, with the front still flat.

"Really? I think this hat is nice, too. It's my favorite. I'm going to take it to work tomorrow."

Although he already knew that Hannah had found a job as a tutor, Locke still cooperated to avoid Hannah's wild thoughts and said,

"Hannah, did you find a job?"

"It's a tutor job, with a weekly salary of 5 copper mills. Although it's not as good as a reporter's job, this salary is enough for us to live on, and I can save some money for you."

This inexplicably familiar words made Locke feel a little uncomfortable. He was afraid that he would hear Lisa's cry for help in a while, and that Hannah's face would suddenly turn into Shirley's.

So, Locke decided to end this conversation as soon as possible.

"Great, I also found a job, and our lives will get better and better. To celebrate, I'm going to the kitchen to cook delicious dishes now."

"Ah?"

Hannah couldn't react for a while, why did Locke rush into the kitchen?

She was stunned for a moment, and then chased after him excitedly.

"Locke! You found a job!"

"Yes, I did."

"A chef in the Sixth Magistrates' Court?"

"Yes, a chef in the Sixth Magistrates' Court."

Locke was processing the ingredients while communicating with Hannah.

If Locke hadn't been holding a kitchen knife, Hannah would have really wanted to give him a big hug.

Hearing that Locke had found a job made her happier than if she had found a job herself.

"Locke, I told you that your cooking skills can definitely conquer them."

Hannah didn't ask about the weekly salary and benefits. Even if it was a low-paying job, maybe just an apprentice, she was really happy for her brother.

"The weekly salary is 2 silver mills, but there are no holidays and no holidays all year round."

Although Hannah didn't ask, Locke knew that she must be waiting for him to speak.

It's just that Locke concealed the salary of the investigator.

The combined weekly salary of the two jobs is 5 silver mills per month after tax. Hannah wouldn't believe it if she told him. Even if she believed it, she would probably suspect that he had entered some illegal organization, not the Sixth Magistrates' Court.

Of course, if the investigator's job is not to come into contact with the weird, the risk factor is very high, and there is no way to get such a high salary.

Locke remembered the black market that Irene took him to last time. There were many very expensive materials for potions, so he did not plan to hand over the investigator's salary. He planned to save a small treasury to buy these materials and learn some magic rituals.

After all, he couldn't go to the black market without spending money every time.

"A weekly salary of 2 silver mick? All year round?"

Hannah looked at Locke in surprise. She first lamented that the salary was too high, and secondly, it was hard to accept that it was all year round. Only factory workers would work all year round.

"Yes, a high salary means time."

Locke shrugged.

Hannah nodded and agreed with his statement.

"Locke, if you follow this salary, you can save some money soon and date Miss Rocco properly."

Luckily, Locke was not drinking water, otherwise it might spray out directly.

Sorry, Hannah, Rocco is me, Locke.

I can't date myself.

Seeing Locke's strange expression, Hannah realized that she had said the wrong thing.

Miss Locke's family should be very well off. Even if Locke squeezed into the middle class with his own strength, there would still be a gap.

"It doesn't matter, Locke, you will definitely be very popular in the marriage market in the future."

Hannah, you should worry about yourself first.

Locke wanted to complain about his sister Hannah, but he was afraid of hurting Hannah's self-esteem.

Girls attach great importance to age, even Hannah, who is well-educated.

Although Locke thinks 25 is very young, Hannah will probably compare herself with her peers, most of whom are married and have children.

Locke spent half an hour preparing and 15 minutes simmering, and a pot of hot [Ice Boiled Lamb] was ready.