I, Stone Golem, only want to forge.

Sylph was happily playing with the spider.

Buzzing... Buzzing...

A sudden tremor occurred.

She immediately looked down and saw that the source was the gem in her pocket.

Sylph's expression immediately changed; the vibration frequency of this gem looked exactly like that of the village chief!

Generally speaking, because village chiefs are somewhat special, they rarely take the initiative to contact people.

Why did they suddenly contact me?

Something happened in the village?

Or have I forgotten something important? Did I get into trouble?

With a nervous heart, Sylph put down the remote control, nervously wiped her hands, and then picked up the gem.

"Village, village chief?"

She swallowed hard and asked nervously.

"Why are you suddenly in such a hurry to find me? Where's that kid Lynn?"

"Meow~ Meow!"

Suddenly, several meows came from the opposite side of the gem.

Then a graceful, clear, and slightly languid female voice rang out.

"Miss Sylph, you should know what kind of trouble you've caused, shouldn't you?"

Upon hearing this voice, Sylph's eyes widened slightly, then she raised an eyebrow and immediately cursed.

"No way, what are you translating? Do you think I don't understand cat language at all?"

Yes, the cat that just spoke is her village chief.

The woman speaking behind is named Sylvia. She is a beast-eared girl and the village chief's assistant, responsible for taking care of the village chief's daily life and translating.

"Well, I just wanted to scare you."

Sylvia's voice remained as languid and elegant as ever, only now with a touch more liveliness. After a casual joke, she steered the conversation back to the main topic.

"Lord Wel just came to our village and mentioned a craftsman named Murphy."

I remember Lynn told me not long ago that he planned to include this gentleman in the list of those who would participate in water conservancy construction.

Both Lynn and the lord made such a recommendation, and the village chief said he wanted to meet this gentleman.

You should still be with Mr. Murphy, right? If possible, could you have it catch the gem?

Upon hearing this, Sylph breathed a sigh of relief.

Although she knew Sylvia was talking nonsense, she was still genuinely frightened.

"I will pass on the message to Mr. Murphy, but I'm not sure if he will accept it."

"Yes, thank you for your help." Sylvia smiled.

But Sylvie didn't go to Murphy immediately. Instead, she paused for a moment and whispered mysteriously to Sylvia.

"Miss Sylvia, have you looked at the spider silk?"

"Spider silk?"

After hearing this inexplicable remark, Sylvia repeated the sentence.

"Yes, spider silk!"

Sylph nodded solemnly, lowering her voice, but her tone was somewhat excited.

"After the spider silk solidifies, it is light and soft, very tough, has a fragrance, and is also extremely waterproof. It seems perfect for making clothes."

Silence fell on the other side of the gem, and no sound came out for a long time.

After a moment, Sylvia hesitated before saying:

"Although I'm willing to believe you, our tests seem to show something different from what you said."

Then came the sparse sound of pages turning, presumably Sylvia looking up relevant information.

"The spider silk we see here, while incredibly resilient, has an extremely rough surface and is sticky... It doesn't seem suitable for making clothes at all, does it?"

Upon hearing this description, Sylph frowned slightly and fell into deep thought. After a while, she suddenly realized what she meant and said...

"The spider silk you collected must have been sprayed by a large spider, right?"

Sylvia understood.

"Based on your statement, the spider's spray is the kind you're referring to?"

"Yeah, and aren't small spiders easier to control than large spiders?"

Sylvia couldn't help but smile when she heard such a naive and childish idea.

"Hmm, you have a point, but the question is, who should be responsible for raising these spiders?"

Sylph fell into an awkward silence. Theoretically, she was the one who came up with the idea, so she should be responsible for it.

But she really didn't want to do things like raising spiders, and she didn't know how to do it.

Seeing that Sylvie was silent, Sylvie continued to explain the difficulties of Sylvie's plan, bit by bit.

"First of all, you said that small spiders are easier to control than large spiders, but that's only relative."

Secondly, this spider can even bite through rocks, so how would you keep it in captivity?

The little spider will eventually grow into a big spider, right? If you want to extract silk from the little spider, you have to raise a few big spiders and let them reproduce continuously.

But how can you determine when giant spiders reproduce? What is the breeding season? How long does each breeding cycle take?

More importantly, large spiders are far more dangerous than small spiders, and caring for them also requires an expense.

After Sylvia finished speaking rapidly, she gave Sylph some time to process it before summarizing:

"From how to raise them in captivity, how to breed them long-term, to extracting silk, there are huge risks involved in every step."

Ordinary people, even skilled guards, couldn't do it.

We can't possibly hire a dozen or twenty mercenaries of your caliber, Miss Sylph, to do this kind of work, can we?

Although there is a slight possibility that we can achieve this kind of monopoly on spider silk, and also make this kind of spider silk popular throughout the country.

This way, they might be able to support so many people with the high profits.

Even if that's a possibility in the future, we simply don't have enough money to live to see it.

Sylph fell silent, pursed her lips, and when she spoke again, there was no hint of disappointment in her tone at the rejection of her suggestion.

Instead, it was somewhat inexplicably strange.

"So, Miss Sylvia, you mean that if these problems can be solved, this project can proceed?"

Seeing that she still wouldn't give up, Sylvia smiled helplessly and continued the conversation.

"Of course, as long as you can manage the reproduction of the spiderlings and ensure they don't resist when they're collecting silk, then there won't be any problems."

To Sylvia's surprise, the other party did not seem to be bothered by her request.

She could even sense that the other party seemed to have the victory in their grasp?

"Oh, I understand."

Sylph stroked her chin, her gaze drifting softly over the rows of spiders, gently sweeping over them.

Then it landed on the remote control next to it.

She reached out and took the remote control, then gently pressed one of the buttons on it.

Suddenly, the controlled spider sprayed a thick, sticky web from its tail.

Sylph raised an eyebrow and a slight smile appeared on her lips, a smile that carried a silly air that seemed out of place with her mature face and voluptuous figure.

"Everything's here~" she murmured softly.

The spiderlings can be bred by Murphy building a goblin breeding machine based on Goblin's.

As for the silk extraction process, Murphy was able to give her a remote control to operate the spider, so extracting the silk shouldn't be too difficult, right?

Sylph didn't tell Sylvia and the village chief about this directly, planning to let them see it after things were mostly settled.

She got up humming a song, walked to Murphy's workshop, and called out.

"Mr. Murphy? Do you have something to say to us right now? Our village chief would like to speak with you for a few minutes."

It planned to tell Murphy about the spider silk after Murphy and the village chief finished their conversation.

Soon after, Murphy came out of the workshop.

Sylph quickly handed the gem in her hand to Murphy.

"You can just speak to the gem; our village chief can hear you."

After Sylvie finished explaining, Sylvia immediately followed up with her own words.

"Mr. Murphy, I've heard so much about you. I'm the village chief's assistant. You can call me Sylvia. I'll translate for the village chief in the following conversation."

Murphy took the gem and opened his mouth.

Then he looked down at Sylph.

"Mr. Murphy, why aren't you saying anything?"

Sylph felt uncomfortable seeing Murphy staring at her and asked awkwardly.

Murphy sighed, wondering if the guy opposite him was also a rock golem.

"I can't speak."

"But you can clearly be with me..."

Sylph was about to retort when she noticed that Murphy had indeed never spoken to her in the traditional sense.

Those words seemed to appear out of nowhere in my mind.

Sylph coughed a few times, pretending nothing had happened.

"Then I'll be your translator."

Murphy nodded.