【Ding! Witch information detected: Irene Mostia]
[Successful feeding can randomly obtain a superpower of the witch]
[It is detected that there is nothing left on the host. 】
[Feeding success rate 0]
Damn it! It turned out to be the witch Miss Irene.
Is this how she saved me?
Wait, isn't Erin supposed to be dead? !
Doesn't she only have 24 hours to live?
Why does it turn into a cat? !
Locke then realized that when he was in a car accident, it was the black cat in front of him, oh no, it was Miss Irene who saved him.
"No, no, I must go to the hospital for a check-up."
The doll-like girl was eager to get Locke into the car and said she would definitely drive Locke to the hospital for examination.
She didn't want to be watched by so many people, and the middle-aged man began to urge her, as if she had something very important.
But Locke insisted not to go to the hospital because he was about to enter Holmick's restaurant for an interview.
"It's really not necessary, and I advise you not to drive this car again."
Locke gave advice.
"Miss Lucy, it's time for us to go."
The middle-aged man urged again.
The girl named Lucy bit her lip, took out an exquisite wallet from the shoulder bag she carried with her, and counted 3, 10, and 30 Kimmies from the wallet and handed it to Locke.
"I only brought so much. You can take it to the hospital for a full body checkup. If you have any questions, come to me at Baker's Bakery in Wells. My name is Lucy."
After Lucy finished speaking, she turned around and got into a carriage with the middle-aged man. The black car that had lost control of its brakes was driven back by the driver.
Locke held a 30-gold note in his hand and his mind went blank.
It wasn't until the carriage carrying Lucy had gone away that Locke nervously put the 30 gold coins into the inner pocket of his coat, and looked warily at the envious looks around him.
At this time, the black cat standing on Locke's shoulder suddenly spoke.
"The salary is 1 gold per week, which is treated as 30 weeks of salary paid in advance."
Locke immediately looked around nervously, and was relieved when he found that no one else was surprised by a cat speaking human words.
It seems that Erin uses a skill similar to psychic communication, and only she can hear her voice.
The black cat glanced at him haughtily and continued,
"You need to sign a 100-year servant contract with me."
etc? 100 years! ?
Are you kidding me? I won't even live to be 100 years old.
"If you die, your descendants will continue to be my servants."
Black cat Erin added.
Locke felt that he had been on a pirate ship. It was clearly money given by the generous rich lady Miss Lucy, but he was going to become Miss Witch's slave?
Orcs will never be slaves!
Well, I am not an orc, and I will never be a slave!
After roaring in his heart, Irene's cold voice continued to ring in Locke's ears,
"I will appear by your side in the form of a cat during this period. All you need to do is provide me with all kinds of delicious food and take good care of my daily life."
cat? Is it a cat? Shit shovel officer? Breeder?
If Miss Irene always appears next to me in the form of a cat, then wouldn't it be equivalent to raising a cat, and I can also gain her superpowers by feeding her every day!
Not too fragrant at all.
Locke, who had changed his mentality, discovered that this was not a treaty for the devil to sell his soul, but a win-win contract, and he immediately agreed to Black Cat Irene's suggestion.
"Okay, 100-year contract."
The black cat Erin licked her paws and raised her chin.
"Now, take me home and cook me the strange dish you made last time."
"Wait a minute, don't you need any blood contract ceremony or soul agreement? Is it so careless?"
Locke asked the black cat on his shoulder in a low voice.
The black cat licked its paws, "For a weak human like you, there is no need for a soul agreement. As long as I find that you want to break the contract, I will just take back your lifespan."
Locke swallowed, and suddenly felt a floating blade above his head.
However, Locke will never abandon the black cat until Irene's superpowers are exhausted!
So he should be safe for now.
But, how did Miss Witch escape from the fate of being dead within 24 hours? What happened after I left the Rhine Apartment? Or has Miss Witch herself already made arrangements?
With doubts, Locke gave up his plan to go to Holmick's restaurant for an interview. There were too many people interviewing, and he couldn't guarantee that there weren't pickpockets with bad character among them.
Locke headed in the direction of Pate's neighborhood.
He now has 30 gold coins in his pocket, but he cannot spend it as he wishes because he must use the money to pay off his debts.
This money is just enough to offset his parents' debts, and he and his sister will not have a debt crisis from now on.
Thinking of this, he felt very complicated.
Both happy and ironic.
For a young lady like Lucy, the pocket money in her wallet would require Hannah to work for 6 years without eating or drinking, and Hannah was engaged in a decent job in the journalism industry.
This is the stark gap between rich and poor in this world.
Locke now has 30 gold grams plus 8 grams in his arms. He left 10 grams for Hannah. If he wants to use the 30 gold grams to pay off his debt, he can only use 8 grams to buy some cheap ingredients.
This of course does not include chicken.
It took an hour and a half to walk back to Pate Street.
Since coming to this world, Locke has gotten rid of his sub-healthy state and allowed his legs to play their most primitive role. He can walk for a day like a primitive man foraging for food in the Gobi.
Locke walked into the Laojiekou wet market with the black cat on his shoulder.
"Hey, look who's here. Isn't this Locke who is looking for Miss Witch everywhere?"
Old White, the fishmonger who sells fish at the door, said with a smile that what he likes to do most is to make fun of the down-and-out young people and use this to find a sense of superiority.
Locke suddenly felt a sense of social death, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, hoping that Old White would shut up as soon as possible and stop telling embarrassing stories about his past.
The black cat on his shoulder swept his arm with its tail, its eyes haughty.
"Little Locke, have you found the witch? Hahahaha."
Mrs. Jones asked with a smile and a crooked eyebrow. She raised her own cabbage and said, "Would you like some cabbage for Miss Witch?"
"I hate cabbage."
Erin suddenly spoke, and Locke's little heart almost skipped a beat.
Fortunately, no one else could hear Eileen's words at all.
Otherwise, everyone in the market would be scared to death.
But if that's the case, maybe you can get free food by then.
"Give me four potatoes."
Locke ignored the vegetable vendors who were teasing him, but walked up to the grey-haired, stooped Mrs. Marcil, picked up four medium-sized potatoes, put them into a paper bag, and took out 8 grams. Pass it to the elderly Mrs. Marcil.
"Little Locke, come take care of my business again."
Mrs. Marcil picked up another potato from the ground and stuffed it into Locke's paper bag.
"How's Hannah doing lately? I haven't seen her for a long time."
"She is fine. Thank you Mrs. Marcil for your concern. After you finish shopping, you should go back and rest early."
Seeing that Mrs. Marcil only had 168 hours of life left on her head, Locke persuaded her.
Mrs. Marcil subconsciously hit her waist, "It's okay. You're still in high spirits. Little Locke, find a formal job as soon as possible and don't let your sister worry anymore."
"Well, Mrs. Marcil, make sure you get enough rest."
Locke hurriedly left the market with a bag of potatoes in his arms.
Back at Old Tom's apartment, Locke put all the potatoes into the pot and planned to cook his sister's lunch as well.
Although he could indeed use part of the money to buy good ingredients, or directly treat Hannah to a restaurant for a big meal, considering that neither he nor his sister had a job, and this windfall could just solve the problem of his parents leaving a job. debt problem.
Locke decided to spend this time with potatoes.
After running out of bread crumbs, Locke directly made mashed potatoes from the potatoes this time, and sprinkled the mashed potatoes with secret sauce for seasoning.
Finally, an iris bell is inserted into the mashed potatoes to sublimate the presentation. The combination of yellow and purple is noble and elegant. Even the most common ingredients give it a high-end feel.
Moreover, this kind of iris bell that is unique to Kosolk has another feature. Its flower center is edible and contains rich water. This water has a light sweetness and can add a unique flavor wheel to the mashed potatoes. .
Putting the plate with mashed potatoes in front of the black cat Irene, Locke bowed slightly and behaved like a gentleman.
"Miss Erin, please."
