Becoming a God by Raising a Witch

Locke himself holds a candle that can release shadows at any time, so he doesn't mind at all about dying. He only needs to purify the house, and the most important thing is not to let Hannah know.

Rubeus Shea took Locke back to the sofa in the living room, and the two began to get down to business, discussing the rent issue.

"How about the rent of 4 silver meters per month? Is the price very reasonable?"

When Locke heard about this rent, he first compared it with the rent in the old Pet block. Even for a single-family house, the rent could not reach 4 silver meters, 4,000 meters, which was too expensive.

"Mr. Rubeus Shay, do you know what I do?"

Locke asked.

Rubeus Shay was slightly stunned. What does this have to do with rent?

People like you who can rent a house here at such a young age are probably either prodigal sons with a little money at home, or the pretty boys from the Rose Theater, right?

“I don’t know what you do, but I believe that anyone who can afford a house in Sycamore should have a decent job.”

Rubeus Shay said with a smile, although he didn't think so in his heart.

"No, I'm the Sheriff."

Locke took out his Sheriff's ID. Although there was no official seal on it, it was enough to scare most people.

If he wears a purple Sheriff's uniform, he will be considered a high-ranking Sheriff.

Rubeus Shay frowned slightly. Before he could read the certificate carefully, Locke took it back. He said with some dissatisfaction,

"So you mean you want to lower the price by virtue of your status as Sheriff?"

The difference between the citizens of the East Side and the citizens of the West Side is that the citizens of the East Side are not afraid of the Sheriff at all. They think that the Sheriff is just a bunch of losers who rely on their taxes to support them, while the citizens of the West Side are naturally afraid of the Sheriff.

This is the class difference.

Locke shook his head, "Of course not. I want to tell you that I know that someone died in this house not long ago. If you want a rent of 2 silver meters, I'm afraid no one will be willing to pay it."

Rubeus Shay was stunned. He didn't expect that he had already replaced most of the furniture and was still seen.

No, maybe the young sheriff just happened to handle that case.

What a shame, why can't I remember what these sheriffs look like?

This boy obviously looks so recognizable.

Rubeus Shay, who thought he was unlucky, rubbed his silver cane and asked in a helpless tone,

"How much do you accept?"

"1 Silver Mick."

Locke cut off three-quarters, which even on a simple cook's income could afford.

Rubeus Shay's brows frowned again.

"Too low, 3 silver meters."

"1 Silver Mick."

"2 Silver Mikes! This is my bottom line."

"1 Silver Mick, and I have to think about it. After all, I don't live alone. My family believes in the Life Sect. Followers of the Life Sect generally believe that a house where people have died is uninhabitable because it represents ominous and bad luck. ”

Locke stood up and looked like he was going to leave without any regrets.

His words had two meanings. First, he felt that 1 silver meter was expensive and his body ached.

Secondly, most of Kosolk are believers of the life school. If the news that someone died in this apartment spreads, his house may not be rented out in the future.

Rubeus Shea felt threatened, but he was eager to rent out the building before the rest of the building's residents moved out.

These neighbors didn't know about the death here. In fact, after he found out, he called the police as soon as possible and bribed the sheriff to suppress the news. Even the neighbors thought it was a theft.

If it is unoccupied for a long time, it will always arouse suspicion.

After mentally greeting the parents and relatives of the young sheriff in front of him, Rubeus Shea said,

"1 Silver Mick, you need to sign a contract for at least one year. I don't accept short-term rentals."

"Okay, but I need to go back and discuss it with my family. Don't worry, I won't reveal that people have died here."

Locke said with a smile.

Rubeus Shea stood up and once again expressed his dissatisfaction with Locke for not signing the contract immediately.

"You're such a shrewd sheriff."

In Kosolk, saying that the Sheriff is smart is not a compliment. It generally means that this person is calculating, scheming and despicable.

Locke shrugged.

"Thank you for the compliment and I hope we get along well in the future."

"Haha, 1 Yin Mick can't find a second apartment in the entire Wutong Street. If Mr. Sheriff doesn't ask me to sign a contract as soon as possible, he will have no choice but to take advantage of the intermediaries and list the house."

"I will reply as soon as possible, within three days."

The two walked out of the apartment, said goodbye politely, and left.

"Erin, how about it? We'll live here. You can bask in the sun and occupy the sofa by yourself."

Locke said in a good mood.

The black cat's paw patted his shoulder, "I want to sleep on a warm big bed, so the sofa is naturally reserved for the servants."

"Well, well, according to what you said, I can't even have a bedroom without three rooms."

Locke said depressedly, thinking about how to quickly reach 100 favorability points.

"Doesn't the master deserve a bedroom of his own?"

Erin asked haughtily.

"Yes, of course."

Locke did not refute, but said in an admonishing tone,

"But if you don't want Hannah and others to notice that you're different, you'd better be really like a cat."

"Don't worry, when other people are present, the bedroom is still yours. At most, Hannah will think that you have a peculiar habit of sleeping on the sofa, which will make her even more pitiful and sympathetic to you. Even if you make excessive demands to her, she will I won’t refuse.”

Erin said firmly.

"What excessive request?"

Locke asked.

"For example, when you throw away those old newspapers when moving, most of them have become moldy due to moisture. They have no collection value at all, and the smell is unbearable."

"That's true, I'll remind Hannah and she'll say yes."

When a person and a cat have the same keen sense of smell, they can reach a tacit understanding on many things.

"I noticed that your nose has become more sensitive recently."

"No, I just want to take care of your feelings."

"lie."

Erin didn't hesitate to expose Locke.

"Okay, it's indeed a billion points more sensitive."

"Don't you have the blood of a certain witch running through your body?"

Erin looked at Locke suspiciously.

Locke waved his hand, "Then I don't know. You need to ask my mother if she is a witch."

"No need, I only need a drop of your blood to judge."

Erin said, biting Locke's finger.

She licked her tongue, tasted it carefully, and shook her head, "You don't belong to any witch, you are such a freak."

"Xiao Ai, can you stop being so brutal?"

Locke quickly took back his painful hand, and there was a small hole on his finger.

"Your blood tastes good, and both demons and vampires will like it. Be careful of being targeted by them."

Irene said without saying anything. Fortunately, she was not a vampire and had no special desire for blood. Otherwise, she might have sucked Locke dry.

"Thank you. I have been targeted by a demon named Rebecca. She is in the form of a girl. Is there any way to make her give up eating me?"

Locke asked.

"Kill her."

Erin made a gesture of wiping her neck, her eyes confirmed.

Locke wiped the sweat from his forehead, "The problem is that she is the director's contracted devil, I'm afraid I can't do it."

"Kill your director first. When the devil's contract owner dies, its power will be reduced by half, and then leave it to me. I will help you solve it."

"How is that possible? I don't want to be wanted nationwide. Besides, I can't defeat the director at all. I can't even defeat Boyd, the bronze medal investigator of the Abnormality Bureau."

Locke said helplessly.

"Oh, pretend I didn't say that."

Erin lay on Locke's shoulder and yawned, seemingly not minding that Locke was being targeted by the devil.

Locke guessed that this was most likely related to the fact that the life bar above his head had not changed.

In other words, no matter how much Rebecca behaves as a monster, she cannot eat herself.

Of course, we can't let down our guard against her.

While there was still time, Locke decided to go to No. 32 Trey Bridge Street.

An advertisement appeared in the Kosol Morning News, and a young inventor named Lebua Riddle was looking for investors.

Locke now has a fairly stable job. At least he is confident that he can continue to stay. Even if he does not work as an investigator and becomes a cook, he can still support his family. He decided to invest the money left by Lucy. Otherwise, the money will only depreciate if it is kept there.

Moreover, the young inventor Lebua Riddle was actually Locke's classmate at the secondary vocational school. He graduated with an A grade as an honors student. Originally, everyone thought that he would enter an alchemy factory or other companies after graduation, but no. Thinking that he chose to stay at home and do research.

Locke didn't care what invention he invented, he just wanted to use his technology to realize his ideas. In this era, there were no fax machines, telephones, bicycles, or radios. No matter what invention he invented, Locke and this classmate who had technology would be the same. A lot of money can be made.

Locke took the car again and came to Lebua Riddle's residence.

The old schoolmate is now sharing a youth apartment near Trey Bridge with several others.

He could only afford to rent a single room, but he still did not give up research and invention. When he opened the door and saw the well-dressed Locke, he was obviously stunned.

"Rock Belmont?"

he shouted uncertainly.

Locke nodded, "Yes, I hope I didn't disturb your research."

"No, do you have anything to do with me?"

The relationship between Lebua Riddle and Locke was not very close. When they were in secondary vocational schools, a scumbag like Locke was incompatible with the circle of top students, so the two of them hardly spoke.

In addition, Locke's family background was not good and his reputation was not good. He was nicknamed "Unreliable Locke". The young inventor Lebua Riddle did not have much favorable impression of Locke.

"I saw your ad in the paper."

Locke said.

Lebua Riddle was slightly startled, "What?"

"I'm here to invest. Of course, you must have an invention that can impress me."

Locke smiled and said, "Don't you invite me in?"

"ah?"

Lebua Riddle couldn't accept it for a while. How could his former scumbag classmate become his potential investor?

Locke has always respected technical talents, especially those who dare to call themselves inventors.

He patted Leib A. Riddle's shoulder, opened the door and walked in.

The black cat had slipped away without knowing when. The smell of a bachelor's place was really not very pleasant.

Locke could only smell the pure dew he brought with him to alleviate the complex smell floating in the air.

There was only a single bed and a workbench in Leib A. Riddle's single room, on which were placed various models.