Becoming a God by Raising a Witch

As soon as Locke finished speaking, Irene turned into a giant cat that could match the size of a bathtub, and asked lightly,

"Shit-shocker, what are you talking about?"

Locke's mouth twitched slightly, and he could only put on his clothes helplessly, and went to the second floor cursing. Fortunately, Hannah had already finished taking a shower, otherwise he would have to go to the first floor.

After taking a comfortable hot bath, Locke invited Hannah to go out with him, mainly to help Hannah buy clothes and buy some seafood ingredients for dinner.

One disadvantage of buying seafood in the afternoon is that you can't buy enough fresh and plump seafood, but you can buy seafood at a very affordable price, because others pick the leftovers, but Locke and Hannah don't mind, and they still do Before the time of economic freedom, only by saving some money can the water flow smoothly. Moreover, these ingredients were given to Rebecca for experimentation, and Locke was worried that she would waste them.

The two walked a street and became familiar with the specific conditions of this street. 90% of the residential buildings had only one newsstand at the intersection.

Hannah approached the newsstand and saw a middle-aged man with a big belly. He was the owner of the newsstand.

"Hello, how much does Tumen Times cost?"

"The kingdom has a unified price, 2 grams per serving."

The middle-aged man with a big belly said with a smile.

Hannah frowned. In the Pate neighborhood, you only need 1 gram a portion.

"Beautiful lady, are you the latest to move here? Our newspaper accepts orders and can be delivered directly to your door by postman every morning. You don't need to run back and forth, so you will be charged 1 meter more. Of course, you Such a beautiful lady, this is your first time ordering my newspaper, I can give you 0.5 grams less.”

said the potbellied boss.

"If you are willing to give us the price of 1 gram, we will order 1 copy of Tumen Times for 1 year."

Locke raised a finger.

Hannah looked at Locke in surprise. For 365 days a year, he would have to pay 365 grams. Hannah was not sure that he could live here for so long. She felt that her brother was impulsive.

"Locke."

"It doesn't matter, we will stay here forever."

Locke saw Hannah's concerns and put his hands on her shoulders.

"You know, I am the cook of the Sixth Public Security Court, and my job is very stable."

"How about booking for half a year? Maybe we will find a cheaper house."

Hannah whispered.

"There's nothing cheaper than here, and we can't take advantage of the landlord. We'll leave as soon as the free period is over, right?"

Locke asked rhetorically.

"Ah, that's not what I meant."

Hannah wanted to explain that the newsstand owner had planned their conversation.

"It turned out to be a chef working in the Magistrate Court. Well, for the sake of the Magistrate Court, I will give you 1 meter cheaper, but you must order it for a whole year."

"Okay, it's decided, do I need to pay a deposit?"

"Of course, 50% deposit, we are a small business."

The newsstand owner stretched out five stubby fingers and raised his eyebrows at Locke.

Locke paid 182 meters to the boss, who wrote down Locke's house number, "Dear customer, you will be able to see the latest Tumen Times tomorrow morning. Believe me, our newsboy got up at 5 o'clock to deliver When we arrived at your door, you were still in a sweet dream.”

"Thanks."

"It's me who should thank you."

Locke and Hannah said goodbye to the enthusiastic owner of the newsstand and walked into another street. They were finally away from the residential area and saw scattered shops.

"Maybe we should walk a little further, to Wells, where there are lots of shops."

"Most places in Wells are high-end, so if we look at the shops here, it won't have any impact."

Locke nodded and agreed with Hannah's opinion.

But the fact is that although there are fewer shops here, prices are still significantly higher than in the West District.

Locke finally took Hannah to Sophie's clothing store in Wells and asked her to help pick out some decent women's dresses.

"Locke, you didn't tell me your sister was so beautiful."

Sophie, who has many freckles on her face and a lively and cheerful personality, said.

"Miss Sophie, please don't praise her like that, she will be proud."

Locke said with a smile.

Hannah glared at Locke, then smiled again,

"Thank you, Miss Sophie, but I still feel that this dress doesn't suit me very well."

When Hannah saw the price on the clothes tag, she was already deterred.

"Goddess, this lake blue dress is tailor-made for you. If it doesn't suit you, no one will suit you. If you don't like it, I will have to return the product and never give it back. It's in the store because no one can handle it but you."

Sophie used her eloquence as a sales elite for many years and praised the designer to the point where Hannah felt sorry for the designer even if she didn't buy it.

"Buy it, Sophie won't take advantage of us."

Locke looked at the price. It was 1,500 meters, which was really not expensive for the East District.

"If you choose 3 more items, I can give you a 20% discount."

Sophie raised her eyebrows and said.

Hannah shook her head, "We can't ask for that much."

"No, we need to."

Locke said and picked out three more items for Hannah, namely two coats and a skirt, and asked Sophie to give Hannah an elegant lady's hat, an umbrella and small leather shoes.

According to the 20% discount price, the total cost was 4,000 meters.

Hannah felt her heart bleed as she watched the colorful Mick leave her and get into Sophie's pocket.

Sophie smiled and said, "Welcome to visit next time."

Hannah and Locke left the clothing store and walked down the Wells block.

"Would you like a cup of coffee?"

Locke asked.

"No, buy groceries and go home and cook."

Hannah obviously returned home with a full load, but her mood was not very beautiful. She was melancholy.

"Beautiful Miss Hannah, what are you worried about?"

Locke asked.

Hannah frowned and said seriously,

"You are spending so much money for me now. I can't believe you have a girlfriend. Maybe you will spend a lot of money and spend all your savings for her."

"Hannah, I'm not like that. I have to leave some money in savings because I want to raise a cat."

Locke said sincerely.

"If that's the case, maybe it's not a bad thing for you to have a cat lady as your girlfriend. At least it can curb your desire to consume."

Hannah smiled again.

Haha, don't talk too much, that lady cat wants a large manor.

Locke cursed in his heart, and walked with Hannah to East Street in the Wells District, where there is the famous Miloš Seafood Market.

Miloš Warrick is a well-known seafood merchant in the Tumen Kingdom. He has a fishing ground near the port in the West District.

Originally, Locke thought that he could no longer buy fresh seafood. Unexpectedly, the Milos Seafood Market was completely different from the seafood market in the West District. This place was very close to the seafood market in Locke's previous life. There were large and small fish ponds and fish tanks filled with fish. All kinds of seafood are still alive and kicking.

In contrast, in the market in the West District, it seems too unsavory to throw live and dead fish on the ground to form a stall.

Milos Seafood Market adopts such a method that there is no big problem even if the seafood is stored for a week or two.

The strong smell of fish filled Locke's nostrils, and he regretted why he came to the seafood market in person. Rebecca should be the one to come.

"Hannah, you come and choose. It suddenly occurred to me that I dropped something in Sophie's store. You wait for me to pick it up."

"What fell?"

Hannah asked.

Locke didn't answer, but turned around and slipped out of the seafood market.

Whether it was the East or the West, the smell of the seafood market was unbearable, especially for an animal like Locke, who had an extremely sensitive sense of smell and was not a cat.

He doesn't like the fishy smell.

The market was filled with all kinds of fresh seafood, including blue crabs of different sizes, churning fish, and colorful shrimps... Hannah was dazzled when she saw them, and she was also very surprised when she asked about the price.

She originally thought that the seafood must be very expensive, but in fact the seafood here is not only of high quality, but also not particularly expensive, and some are even cheaper than those in the West District.

For example, those half-dead seafood are usually disposed of at ultra-low prices. Hannah spent less money than the West District Seafood Market, bought seafood that was at least three times better than the West District Seafood Market, and returned home satisfied.

When she returned home, she found that Locke had already rested at home.

To be precise, it's not about resting, but about learning mystical knowledge.

Rebecca immediately rolled her eyes when she saw the seafood in Hannah's hand.

"Damn it, you don't want me to use this to make paella, do you? These fish and shrimps are dead and not fresh at all."

"This is already very fresh. Look, it can still move."

Hannah argued, a blush on her cheeks.

"Really."

Rebecca complained, her eyes suddenly brightened.

She blew a puff of mist into the pocket, and a Kosolk shrimp suddenly revived and jumped out of the pocket.

Hannah was startled.

Rebecca giggled.

"You are a vulnerable human being, but this little shrimp can scare you like this."

Just when she was about to scare Hannah by letting all the fish and shrimps in her pocket pop out, she found an elegant black cat staring at her.

The black cat's eyes clearly said,

"Get rid of these stinky fish and shrimps quickly, or I will kill you."

Rebecca frowned and entered the kitchen with her pocket in hand, giving up her plan to continue teasing Hannah.

Hannah shrugged, "Let me just say, the fish and shrimp I bought are all fresh! It's more than enough to make paella."

In order to prevent the nasty Rebecca from spitting in the food, Locke went into the kitchen to supervise the work and pointed out what she had done wrong.

"What are you doing here?"

Rebecca asked dissatisfiedly.

"I need to remind you not to be disrespectful to the ingredients."

Locke reminded.

"Is there a god of food in this world? Haha."

Rebecca smiled disdainfully, wishing she could spit on the long-tailed shrimp immediately.

"Of course, the one in front of you is."

Locke smiled and raised his eyebrows.

"Shit, you despicable human being actually wants to be on par with God."

Rebecca's eyes became even more disdainful.

"Sometimes God doesn't describe God, but just a magical skill. For example, now, I will show you what a magical cooking skill is."

Locke said and began to handle the fish and shrimp.

His skills were proficient, whether it was picking shrimps or filleting fish, his knife skills were so superb that no one could fault him, and Rebecca was stunned.

Apparently, he still had some tricks up his sleeve when he was working as a back cook in the Foreign Affairs Bureau.

“If you don’t tell me, I’ll suspect you’re an old fisherman who has been killing fish for 20 years.”