Golem Combat

Lucien tilted his head. "It's the poison, isn't it?"

The Arachnida Queen was the largest of its kind, always spreading poison that resemble a mist on its field, making the air polluted with it.

Anyone who dared to harvest the web would fall sick and suffer a slow, painful death. That was why Riverstone was in such a dire situation.

Rosetta nodded. "I already told them to stop gathering and producing, but it seems the village chief there is a greedy man," she said, her face turning sour and darkened.

"You don't have to worry about that. I have a solution," Lucien replied, leaning back in his chair with a bright smile.

Rosetta raised an eyebrow and took a cookie from the plate in front of her. "I'm listening."

"Recently, this village has produced combat golems. They have a humanoid form and can perform swordsmanship. So, isn't it great if they can also gather the web?" Lucien said with pride and confidence.