God Level Farmer In Another World

Chapter 117: Meeting Claire, Head of the North Sea Branch

During this time, Alexander became acutely aware of the Mercenary Guild's shortcomings.

Indeed, the guild had plenty of C-rank members, likely outnumbering those of so-called extraordinary organizations. However, the problem lay in the lack of higher-ranking fighters.

In the entire guild, there were only six B-rank Soul Reapers and a single A-rank, Yamato.

Surely, he couldn't step in to resolve every situation himself as the guild leader?

Alexander wanted to retreat behind the scenes, but for that, Yvette's strength had to be elevated.

Yvette's abilities were far too weak. As his representative, she needed at least A-rank potential to be credible. Moreover, Alexander hoped that Yvette could maintain an air of mystery as his proxy, avoiding the need to act unless absolutely necessary.

Thus, nurturing high-ranking mercenaries had become an urgent priority.

Alexander began digging the soil with a shovel. An old beggar nearby offered to help, but Alexander declined. The farmer's talent was his alone—if not done by his own hands, it would be utterly useless. The corpses of four B-rank and two A-rank awakened individuals were buried in the soil.

Alexander did not plant any seeds in the ground. His sole purpose was to use these remains as nutrients for the Wishwood Tree.

After finishing, Alexander dusted off the soil from his hands. Instead of idling around, he walked over to the Wishwood Tree and looked up.

A lone fruit hung on the tree. This fruit had formed from the deathly aura absorbed by the tree from the Skeleton King's remains. Now, it was fully matured.

Alexander scrutinized the fruit as an enigmatic surge of information flooded into his mind.

[soul-soul fruit: A-rank] Consumes spiritual energy to seize others' souls. Consumes spiritual energy; if intelligent beings feel fear, their lifespan can be stolen. Consumes spiritual energy to enhance one's physical organs using soul power, achieving healing effects. Consumes spiritual energy to inject a soul into an object, creating a humanoid entity called Homitz. Consumes spiritual energy to sacrifice one's own lifespan, achieving self-strengthening.

Even Alexander couldn't help but show a trace of longing on his face. The soul-soul fruit possessed overwhelmingly powerful abilities. In the world of pirates, this would already rank as a formidable fruit—it was one of the most versatile fruits.

To be honest, Alexander was tempted. Although he yearned for two other types of heavenly flames, how easy was it to cultivate such flames? It all depended on luck. With so many extraordinary plants out there, what guarantee was there of successfully cultivating a heavenly flame?

If he consumed the soul-soul fruit, Alexander would gain the ability to seize souls, essentially granting him endless life. Even if he managed to cultivate three heavenly flames, could he truly achieve eternal life? If he ate the soul-soul fruit, he would become the most enigmatic awakened individual in this world—perhaps even a genuine deity in the future.

Alexander's expression turned complicated, and after a long silence, he sighed. "Well, the soul-soul fruit is here. If I want to, I can always eat it later."

Perhaps he wanted to gamble a bit. What if he cultivated the yami-yami fruit, capable of seizing others' powers? If that happened, he could possess the abilities of the soul-soul fruit as well.

Alexander plucked the soul-soul fruit from the tree and tucked it into his robe. From that day onward, he decided to carry this fruit with him at all times.

Alexander reclined on a lounge chair, leisurely waiting for the Wishwood Tree to bear more fruit. The old beggar stood nearby. Alexander couldn't help but feel that the man seemed preoccupied. Perhaps the old man was bored, being alone in the small courtyard. Alexander didn't dwell on it, keeping his eyes on the Wishwood Tree.

At last, the tree began to show signs of change. Six ghostly green orbs of light gradually radiated from the tree. For Alexander, these fruits served only two purposes: one was to strengthen the combat capabilities of those around him; the other was to create a powerful individual to help Claire expand into the South Sea.

Six fruits slowly took shape, and Alexander eagerly examined their information. Among them, one was C-rank, four were B-rank, and one was A-rank.

"This A-rank fruit doesn't suit Yvette either, but it could still be useful for the Mercenary Guild," Alexander murmured.

The next morning, at Old Oak Café.

Alexander sat by the window in a corner of the café, reading a book. The café's television played yesterday's news broadcast.

[Breaking News: Last night, a major case occurred in the city. Inspector Jonathan, who was in the Bluewater city to investigate a case, was killed at the Sophia Western Restaurant. The perpetrator was Public Security Bureau Chief Welma. According to reports, Welma and Jonathan were once lovers. The details of the case are still under investigation. Additionally, during interrogation, it was revealed that Welma had previously intruded on the private residence of the Divine Family's Young Master to cause trouble. It is now suspected that the disappearance of several Divine Family executives may also be connected to Welma.]

"Sir, your coffee."

Alexander looked up briefly.

Yvette was dressed in a light pink cheongsam, her elegant and noble demeanor on full display. There was hardly a trace of the decisive and ruthless persona she usually embodied.

The etiquette training for the six Soul Reaper servants had concluded, so Yvette no longer needed to confine herself to her loft.

As his representative, Yvette worked tirelessly. She managed the headquarters of the Mercenary Guild while also serving as his personal steward.

Alexander thanked her, taking the small spoon to gently stir his coffee.

As usual, Yvette sat across from him in silence, accompanying him quietly.

Alexander suddenly spoke, "Go home early today. I left two fruits in your room."

He urgently needed Yvette to strengthen her abilities.

The two fruits he selected for her were well-suited to her. Once consumed, combined with her canine-canine fruit and the invisibility fruit, Yvette should be able to fully manifest A-rank power.

The synergy between these fruits was perfect.

Yvette's eyes lit up with delight, the tenderness and affection in her gaze almost overflowing.

What woman wouldn't be thrilled by receiving a gift? Especially a precious one.

Money and material wealth held no interest for Yvette.

She smiled brightly and said, "Thank you, sir!"

Alexander glanced at her before standing up. "You've earned it. Your performance has been excellent lately. I have something to do tonight, so there's no need to wait for me at dinner."

Yvette, who was over a decade older than Alexander and very much a mature woman, felt no discomfort at being praised like a child by the younger man.

On the contrary, she found it heartwarming—like a contented kitten receiving its master's affection.

That evening.

Modest Western Restaurant.

The restaurant was lavishly decorated, illuminated entirely by chandeliers made of pure crystal.

This was arguably the finest Western restaurant in the South Sea.

Even the two E-rank awakened security guards at the entrance signaled how expensive the place was.

Inside, the patrons were mostly the elite and powerful of the South Sea.

A few single men in the restaurant fixed their predatory gazes on a beautiful woman sitting by the window.

The woman had been seated there for quite some time, as though waiting for someone, though her companion had yet to arrive.

She seemed uneasy, her face an intricate mix of anticipation and nervousness.

"She must be an unfortunate beauty who's been stood up," one man thought.

"Such sophistication and charm, yet still showing a trace of shyness—what a rare gem," thought another.

The men's thoughts were surprisingly similar.

Just as one suited, tie-clad gentleman—clearly a business professional—was about to approach her, the woman stood up, smiling as she waved toward the entrance.

Curiosity gripped the onlookers. What kind of man could possibly be worth this woman's anxious waiting?

From their vantage point, a young man clad in a black trench coat with a casually stylish outfit appeared.

Their jaws nearly dropped. The beautiful woman had stood up to personally pull out a chair for the young man and invited him to sit.

The reverence and admiration in her eyes were genuine, not feigned.

As Alexander sat down, he smiled faintly and said, "Mrs. Claire, how have you been recently?"

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