Becoming a God by Raising a Witch

The maids in the manor blushed and dared not look.

In the end, they all suffered severe punishment from the guard captain Barr, and were also infected with the cold.

Rebecca felt that they were useless, and none of them could successfully seduce Hannah.

What else do you mean by being the man of the manor? It's just a joke.

Don't they know that the man who owns the manor is Locke?

Hannah could not be the mistress of the manor either.

The mistress of the manor is the distinguished Black Cat.

Rebecca was thinking wildly, and when she was bored, she made fun of these servants.

"Are you the chef? Let me see your strength?"

Rebecca walked into the kitchen.

There are two chefs and two kitchen maids in the kitchen. The kitchen maids help the chefs and also serve as apprentices.

"She is the personal maid brought by the new owner of the manor."

The kitchen maid told the chef.

The chef looked at Rebecca's figure and frowned, "Madam, do you need anything?"

"Hannah and I want to have dessert. It won't be too difficult for you. You can just make ordinary chocolate pudding."

Rebecca said with her chin raised.

"I've never heard of soft chocolate pudding."

The chef spread his hands and said.

"What? You can't even make chocolate pudding?"

Rebecca looked contemptuous, "Are you really the chef of the manor? Or are you pretending to be an apprentice here?"

"I'm a famous pastry chef in Kosolk. Don't underestimate me."

The chef said with an annoyed look on his face.

"I don't even know how to make chocolate pudding, but I still have the nerve to say that I'm a famous pastry chef. How about Chevrette?"

"What is that? I've never heard of it."

The two kitchen maids looked at the chef in confusion, and the chef said that he didn't know either.

He was still thinking to himself, could it be some country delicacy?

"I don't know how to make chocolate pudding, and I don't know how to make chevre. Forget it, we won't make desserts. Is there a Kosolk paella? Is there a frozen lamb?"

Rebecca asked with her hands on her hips and a frown.

"Won't."

The two chefs looked at each other and realized that they didn't know any of the names of the dishes Rebecca mentioned.

"Oh my god, how can there be such unprofessional chefs like you? Even Rock Belmont can cook something, but you can't. Forget it, let me teach you the simplest one, Burgundy beef stew. Keep your ears open and listen carefully, we will eat this tonight.”

After Rebecca came out of the kitchen, she walked around the garden again and saw the old gardener building trees.

"Are you the gardener? If you change this sculpture, we don't need other shapes here. Let me trim it to look like me. Well, the great Rebecca."

Rebecca pointed at her appearance.

The old gardener shook his head, "I will only make these plants neatly arranged. The styles are divided into basic Kosolk ball type, York cone type and square type. Of course, if you want heart-shaped and petal-shaped ones, Okay, your appearance is too complicated, I really don’t know how to do it.”

"What? Can't cut it? Too complicated? Do I look complicated? Do you believe it or not? I won't let you see the sun tomorrow."

"Sorry, I'm sorry."

"Forget it, then just build it in the shape of a cat. Build all these plants into the shape of a cat. I'll draw it for you. Just follow it and build it like this. The new owner will definitely like you, trust me."

"..."

Rebecca wandered from the garden to the pasture of the manor, where several maids sat leisurely eating snacks and chatting. They all lived a very comfortable life on weekdays, and over time they began to regard themselves as half nobles.

"What are you maids who have nothing to do, what are you talking about?"

Rebecca leaned forward.

This group of maids was a bit exclusive, so they quickly put away their snacks and pretended to be busy with their own affairs.

"No need to hide, I heard you. You were discussing the new owner of the manor, saying that he can't even ride a horse. Although he is handsome, he looks very poor."

Rebecca said with bright eyes. She liked to speak ill of Locke Belmont.

"It's true. Locke Belmont is a poor and stingy man. You're screwed. I bet he won't be willing to pay an extra meter for living expenses. He will definitely not be able to eat this kind of snacks and bread in the future. Cherish your life now. Bar."

"You...are you telling the truth?"

A young maid looked at Rebecca nervously.

Rebecca nodded slightly, "Of course, I followed him for about a month? I already know him well enough. He is a pauper and has a very bad character. He has no gentlemanly manners at all. He will ask you to clean the bathroom and will call you to do it." If he cooks something you don’t know how to do in the kitchen, makes you keep cleaning, and is unwilling to pay you a gram, he is a vampire.”

"Goddess, I never thought he could be such a person."

The maids looked ugly.

"Herbert told me he wasn't a bad guy."

One of the maids said.

"Who is Herbert?"

Rebecca asked.

"That's Herbert the horse trainer."

the maid replied.

Rebecca raised her eyebrows, "He must have been bribed. You can't trust him. I bet that Locke must be thinking about how to exploit you now. In order to let you adapt in advance, I decided to arrange a good job for you."

"What?"

"Go and clean the bathroom. You all have to go through this anyway. Stop chatting here. Locke doesn't like it."

Rebecca put her hands behind her back and said seriously.

In just two hours when Locke and Irene were away, the young maid Rebecca left a deep psychological shadow on the servants.

Only then did they realize that the new owner of the manor was not someone to be manipulated, especially the maid Rebecca he brought with him.

…

In the cemetery.

Locke sneezed inexplicably. He didn't know that his reputation was being quickly destroyed.

At this time, he was trying his best to stop Irene's plan to continue recruiting.

"I think 60 undead are enough. The manor does not need so many gardeners. Although it looks big, I hope it is full of life. Do you understand? There are more living people and fewer dead people."

Locke said.

"Are you discriminating against the undead?"

Erin waved her cat's tail.

The undead looked at Locke neatly.

Locke shrank his neck.

"I don't mean to discriminate against you. You will also be part of the manor in the future. Although you will not get a salary of one meter, I believe you will live there happily. After all, it is... very close to here, and your workplace is far from home. It’s an offer that many people can’t refuse.”

"Please don't mention not getting paid a meter."

Erin said, "They are not the kind of undead who care about money. They don't need food or accommodation. Their only desire is to become stronger and follow an excellent necromancer. Locke, I hope you can be like this." The wizard."

"Don't be ridiculous, how could I become a necromancer? Aren't they the people you recruited?"

Locke leaned into Irene's ear and said, "Necromancer or something, Locke really has no interest at all."

It would be more appropriate for Irene to become an undead witch or an undead witch.

"Me? How can I become an undead witch? I am a special witch and cannot develop in one field."

Irene didn't plan to explain too much to Locke. She felt that so many people were indeed enough, so she nodded slightly.

"40 guards, 10 maids, 2 cooks, 2 coachmen, 2 horse trainers, 1 head maid, 1 tailor, 1 dog. Okay, you are all here waiting for orders. Wait. The old employees in the manor have been dismissed, and you can go there. You don’t have to wait too long. Locke will solve it in about a week. There is one more thing. During this period, you cannot go out to cause trouble, especially if you are scary. If the investigators find out, no one will save you."

Erin explained.

"As you command, respected master."

The skeletons answered in unison.

Locke wiped the sweat from his forehead, feeling that the appearance of such a large group of skeletons would probably scare Hannah half to death.

He now faces two major problems.

The first is the placement of old employees.

The second is how to explain this group of new employees to Hannah, which I always find very difficult.

"Hannah, I hope your heart can take it."

Locke sighed silently.

Chapter 139: Confess to Hannah

Inside the Lucimar Castle.

Inside the magnificent princess bedroom.

The eldest maid Natal pushed Princess Frieda's shoulders and asked puzzledly,

"Your Highness Princess, I don't understand why you gave the reindeer manor to Locke Belmont. Even if the dog he found for you is indeed excellent and his cooking skills are quite superb, there is no need to reward him with a manor, right? Reindeer Manor is one of your favorites.”

"Do you know who gave me that manor?"

Princess Frieda asked.

"I know it was given to you by Duke Freul. Duke Freul is always very generous to you."

Natal replied.

"Sister Wang is planning to take action against Duke Freu. I must give away all the things Duke Freu gave me before Sister Wang finds out, so as to clear up the relationship. Otherwise, Sister Wang will think that I am Freu." What can the people of Duke Er's party do? She will not pity my sister. At this time, you have to know how to take sides. I can't stand on the side of the old nobles, do you understand? "

Frieda said to Natal.

Natal was slightly stunned. She didn't expect that Her Royal Highness the Princess had grown up and knew how to analyze the stakes. On the contrary, she was negligent.

"Your Highness the Princess usually looks stupid, but she is actually very wise."

"What did you say?"

"I said Her Royal Highness is so smart."

Natal gave a thumbs up.

Frieda gently poked Natal's forehead with her white fingers, "Are you focusing on men? How about that Sickert?"

"He is indeed good, but he is too carefree. I don't think he will be sincere towards me, and I don't need to spend my attention on him. We are just getting what we need."

Natal said with a smile.

"Bruce is also an old noble. It's best to draw a clear line with them."

"Okay, Your Highness Princess."

Natal regarded her encounter with a beautiful man as a chance encounter and did not remember it. She had never been single-minded in her relationship. This was the tradition of their family.

Frieda held her chin with one hand, looked at herself in the dressing mirror, and continued,

"The workers' march in the West End has started again, and there is a tendency of riots. There must be someone behind this, and if my guess is correct, it is the Duke of Fluor's party."

"It's Duke Flur? Why did he do that?"

"If the riots in the West District get too big, the old aristocrats can use this opportunity to request legislation to restrict Sister Wang's rights."

Frieda said.

"Will they succeed?"