God Level Farmer In Another World

Chapter 110: You've Already Chosen the Path to Death

Clearwater Sky Relaxation Club.

This was the largest and finest spa and leisure center in Bluewater City, also the only five-star rated club in the area.

In the luxurious suite on the top floor, Merlin lay comfortably on the large bed. A scantily-clad beauty sat atop his back, skillfully massaging his muscles and bones.

Merlin let out a satisfied "Mm, mm" from time to time.

Willard pushed a small sofa close to the head of Merlin's bed and sat quietly, not daring to disturb his master's enjoyment.

With half-closed eyes, Merlin spoke, "Good disciple, did you know that Kate has died?"

Willard was taken aback, "Kate? Do you mean the young lady from the Divine family? She's… dead?"

Merlin waved his hand, signaling the masseuse to leave.

The beauty got off the bed and went to wait by the private pool on the balcony, ready for Merlin's call.

Sitting up with the blanket wrapped around him, Merlin continued in a serious tone, "Yes, she's dead."

"The Divine family suspects Welma of killing her."

Willard frowned, "I've been with Welma constantly lately; it's impossible that she did it."

Then he looked at Merlin with sudden realization, "Master, you don't think I had anything to do with it, do you?"

"While I may be a bit of a lecher, I'm not depraved enough to harm the young lady of the Divine family!"

Merlin sneered with disdain, "Those fools from the Divine family have naturally misjudged."

"I divined yesterday, and it was an enemy of the Divine family who killed the young lady, unrelated to you both."

"The fools in the Divine family assume Welma is the only one in Bluewater City who would want Kate dead."

Behind the Divine family stood a supernatural power, a fact known to many high-ranking individuals in Four Seas City.

According to the security ordinance, supernatural organizations were technically illegal.

However, the Moon Worship Cult, backing the Divine family, kept a low profile, never acting ostentatiously.

Because of this, the Four Seas City Security Bureau generally turned a blind eye.

What high-ranking official would willingly risk their life offending a supernatural organization?

Originally, the Divine family believed Welma had disappeared or died, which was why they dared to extend their influence into Bluewater City.

This was the only time the Moon Worship Cult had acted with some fanfare.

Welma's sudden return to the Security Bureau indeed gave her the motive and means to kill Kate—if Welma had been reckless enough to act.

Willard felt anxious. "What should we do, Master? Will the Divine family retaliate?"

"I heard from Vincent before that the Divine family is backed by a supernatural power!"

Welma was not only Willard's "furnace" but also his trump card for survival.

How could he bear to give up such a valuable woman?

As for the Divine family, that massive entity truly terrified him.

Merlin immediately grew angry, grabbing the whisk by the bedside and smacking Willard on the head.

"Such cowardice! Is this how a disciple of mine should act?"

"So what if they retaliate? Kill them!"

"Have you ever seen a mage whose hands aren't stained with blood?"

Willard was stunned, "Kill? Kill the ones seeking revenge? Won't I just be stirring up the Divine family's hornet's nest?"

Merlin snorted, "And wouldn't that be perfect?"

"One comes, you kill one. Two come, you kill both. The path of magic is a path of slaughter!"

Willard was taken aback by Merlin's forceful words.

He felt something was off, so he cautiously asked, "Didn't you once say that a mage must maintain an aura of peace?"

"If I go around creating chaos and killing, wouldn't I fall into the dark mage path?"

Willard remembered something and quickly added, "Master, I didn't mean the dark mage path is bad—I know you're already on that path."

"I just think… if one can become an archmage, that would still be preferable."

His voice trailed off.

Merlin squinted. This disciple was becoming harder to fool!

However, it didn't matter!

In matters of magic, the final interpretation lay with oneself!

Merlin put on a look of disappointment, shaking his head. "Sigh! Such ignorance!

They want to kill your furnace, which has already sown the seeds of karma. Their death is the harvest!

You must not only kill those who come seeking revenge, but also anyone who stirs the flames of resentment in your heart!

Only by doing so can you possess a truly open and magnanimous spirit and maintain inner peace!"

Willard suddenly had an epiphany!

He understood now!

So that's what it meant to have inner peace!

Wasn't it simple?

Eliminate everyone who displeases you, and wouldn't you find peace?

If that's the case, there were plenty of people Willard disliked!

The Divine family wants to kill my furnace? They've chosen their path to death!

Jonathan, who had ambiguous relations with my furnace? He has also chosen his path to death!

The image of Alexander appeared in Willard's mind. It was because of that boy that Vincent had humiliated him in front of everyone—he deserved to die!

Willard, looking aggrieved, pounded his chest and exclaimed, "Ah! Your disciple is so dull! Thank you, Master, for your guidance!

I nearly strayed down the wrong path!"

Merlin stroked his white beard with satisfaction. "Good! Good! Then go and kill!

All enemies are stepping stones on your path to becoming an archmage!

Strong opponents will only make you stronger!"

Strong opponents?

Willard thought of something important and asked in a low voice, "But… what if I encounter an opponent I cannot defeat?"

The thought of the Divine family and their backers made his scalp tingle with fear.

Merlin looked at him, speechless.

An S-rank mage with an A-rank puppet like Welma at his side, and he's still afraid?

Merlin reassured him, "No worries. I've divined it, and you possess astonishing luck; you will overcome calamities unscathed!

And if, by chance, you do encounter an opponent you cannot handle, I will step in!"

Willard froze, staring blankly at his master, who sat before him, wrapped only in a blanket.

Merlin felt a twinge of unease and frowned, "What's wrong? Don't you trust your master?"

Tears welled up in Willard's eyes, and he suddenly knelt down, "Master! I've lived thirty-six empty years, and this is the first time someone has ever been willing to stand up for me!"

When he looked up again, the thirty-something man was already in tears.

Choking up, he said, "Master, I swear I will honor you well!

From now on, I'll take you to every bathhouse in the country!

No, in the world!

I'll make sure you experience worldwide beauties!"

By the end, he was sobbing uncontrollably.

Merlin opened his mouth but couldn't think of anything to say, waving his hand in slight annoyance.

Willard nodded repeatedly, "Your disciple will withdraw now and won't disturb your rest, Master!"

With that, Willard tiptoed out of the room.

Merlin stared at Willard's departing figure in a daze.

After a while, he picked up his phone and made a call, "Master Eagle, my disciple has gone to make trouble for the Divine family. Jonathan will probably end up dead as well.

Didn't I handle this beautifully? Can I exchange it for a super fruit?"

He glanced at the young woman splashing around on the balcony and gave a self-deprecating chuckle.

"Guess I'm still better suited to the alley bars and their old girls. This place really isn't for me."

Later that night, a dark and deserted road lay a hundred meters from the Divine family estate. Occasionally, a heavy truck would pass by.

Two figures appeared, one following the other.

Willard stared coldly at the brightly lit villa ahead.

He stretched out a finger, and a green glow appeared at its tip.

Behind him, the weary-looking Welma gazed hungrily at the green light.

With a cold snort, Willard shoved his finger into Welma's mouth.

Welma's demeanor changed completely, her face flushing.

At that moment, a large truck sped by, nearly hitting Willard.

He squinted at the truck's taillights.

"You've already chosen your path to death! Blue Silver Bind!"

Suddenly, thick strands of blue silver grass shot out from beneath the truck.

"Boom!"

The truck was torn apart by the blue silver grass, and after the explosive sound, all that remained was wreckage and death.

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