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.
There is so much conversion here and for the next chapter. Sorry for that