Volume 1 Chapter 218 The Easy God's Grace Army

Beastmen and demigods, their faces are in agreement but their hearts are not. Many times, other people have other ideas in their minds.

Just like the Land of Grace, they too have extremely divergent ideas.

For example, at this moment in the sky garden, Lynch and his subordinates, as well as the goddess maids at home.

"I think sir wants to wipe out the entire orc tribe!"

"No, my brother is such a kind person, he won't kill the beastmen. He will definitely leave some roots for them!"

"The master's goal is to make the world a better place, so excessive killing will not have a good effect."

"Anyway, I think what Father God says is right."

"What? Father God wants to rule the world?"

"......"

At this time, in the castle of the Sky Garden, Lynch was sitting on a sofa, reading a book silently, with veins on his forehead throbbing from time to time.

In front of him, his subordinates and the nine Muses who were originally there to play music were talking at once, but their words were completely on different channels and were extremely noisy.

Killing and making the world a better place are not Lynch's real ideas.

Even if he just had the spur of the moment idea to rule the world, his fundamental purpose was to live a carefree life, to have a maid he hired for free cook him a bowl of pig's trotter rice, and to occasionally have a piece of wife cake or something.

To rule the world is a forced business. To have developed to this point is simply because of the desire to eat pig feet rice.

But Lynch is a very persistent person. He will never give up halfway when he is slapping someone on the head. He will not stop until the goods arrive.

To rule the world, that goal must be achieved.

Lynch felt something was wrong. Why on earth did he embark on this hopeless path of no return, one that had no dreams at all?

Looking at his subordinates who were still arguing and trying to figure out Lynch's true thoughts, Lynch felt that he had no one in his life who understood him.

A truly great person should live only for food and shelter. When you are full, you should sleep. When you are full, you should eat your favorite food. Occasionally, you can play some games on the bed. This kind of life is the ultimate meaning of life!

"Anyone who aims to rule the world is a fool, and I am the one who is the fool." Lynch felt deeply sad as he read the book.

He sighed and placed the book on the table in front of the sofa, revealing the name of the book -

《Aim to be a person who is truly useful to the world》

"Father God, what are you saying?"

Dahua, who was massaging Lynch's calf, heard Lynch's murmurs and looked at him with some confusion.

Dahua is the eldest sister of the nine Muses. She is called the eldest sister, but in fact she is very beautiful, with fair skin, tall figure, and slurp——

The names of the nine Muses were too difficult to pronounce, so Lynch gave them some nicknames, from Dahua, Erhua to Xiaohua, forming a complete family.

Lin Qi was still very satisfied with this filial daughter. Dahua was much more obedient than other unfilial daughters. He smiled at Dahua and said, "Nothing, I was just wondering if you are satisfied with this maid outfit?"

Upon hearing this, Dahua quickly stood up, smiled gently and nodded.

At this time, she was wearing a white apron decorated with ruffles, a white collared plain dress, and a maid's scarf on her head. The apron laces were tied at the back to form a big bow pattern, and the ribbon at the collar of the dress was also tied to form a bow pattern. The apron was very long, only revealing her calves in black stockings, but her feet were very small and she was wearing a pair of black high-heeled leather shoes.

Dahua turned around in front of Lynch, her high-heeled shoes making a clicking sound.

"Dahua likes everything that Father God gives her." Dahua's voice is as gentle as her appearance.

Lin Qi was very pleased: "I'm glad you like it, but this maid outfit cost a lot of money. It's extraordinary equipment! You must work hard for me, otherwise you will lose money on the equipment, understand?"

As a qualified capitalist, Lynch is obsessed with money and has learned many tricks of being single.

Just when Dahua was stunned by Lynch's words, Hestia, who was also wearing a maid outfit, walked in from the door. Without even looking at the quarreling guys, she was holding a tray with colorful pastries on it.

Apart from anything else, it smells delicious.

Lynch's face was filled with fear. From his debut till now, Lynch had not met anyone who could truly threaten him, but... he always felt that he had no resistance to the food made by Hestia.

Looking at the quarreling subordinates, Lynch showed a gentle smile. The little devil in his heart was holding a red fork, trying to stab to death these stupid subordinates who disturbed his purity.

He clapped his hands, attracting everyone's attention, and the whole place fell silent.

Lin Qi smiled at his subordinates and said, "Everyone, stop chatting. Come on, have a taste of these pastries. You have worked hard recently, so I will reward you."

Upon hearing this, the subordinates excitedly congratulated him.

Then, they all picked up Hestia's cakes with some trepidation.

"When I count to three, you eat it, okay?" Lynch was very happy.

Soon, I calmed down.

The ignorant subordinates took a bite of Hestia's pastry when Lynch counted to three.

Then...nothing happened.

Lynch silently used light magic to stabilize the lives of his subordinates who were paralyzed on the ground, twitching and foaming at the mouth.

"No, it's impossible! I have already improved my formula, how could this happen?!!" Upon seeing this, Hestia knelt on the ground in despair, tears streaming from her eyes.

Lynch was very relieved. Taking advantage of the quiet time, he took a book, listened to Hestia's desperate sobs, and began to think about a battle plan with the orcs.

The orcs number over ten million, and their attack this time is unprecedentedly united.

As for Lynch, he could actually destroy the orcs just by using that kind of "homeless magic".

Lynch knew this.

But Lynch doesn't want to kill all the orcs. After all, those are lovely expectation coins or despair coins.

As a qualified capitalist, wouldn't it be like exhausting the resources if Lynch let him kill his favorite small leeks?

Maximizing profits is what Lynch wants.

As Lynch was thinking, the sky garden flying in the sky was getting closer and closer to where the orcs from Fort Origi were advancing.

In the sky garden, the dwarves were moving war props in a chaotic manner. The goblins were counting their magic props. The berserkers were silently wiping their axes. The Cyclops were squatting in the sky garden, trembling, they were afraid of heights...

The other maids sat together to discuss how to improve Lynch's living conditions. Tikka and Osiris, who had been awake for a long time and had heard many of Lynch's "bad things", huddled together for warmth and lamented their miserable lives.

Lynch's little animals are basking in the sun.

The war has come, but there is no sign of tension at all.