Chapter 85.2

Princess-style Dungeon Attack
"It seems that stepping on this depression would trigger the arrows to fire. Should we block it?"

"Wait a moment."

I picked up a fallen arrow and examined its arrowhead. It didn't seem to have any poison, and it looked brand new without any rust. It seems that a preservation spell was cast on it when it wasn't in use.

The arrowhead was made of iron, and I handed it to my master. Master understood what I meant and nodded.

"Gate Open!! O’ lumps of earth, become a doll and serve as my limbs! Create Golem.”

The vast amount of soil and rocks from constructing the underground dock were stored somewhere in the Treasury. Using that, I created a 3-meter tall clay golems. After a while, three humanoid clay golems walked out of the Treasury.

"Is there something?"

"Resource collection. Clay-boy, please."

One of the clay golems stepped on the depression without hesitation, triggering arrows to fly out. They stuck into the clay golem's shoulder, but it didn't care and kept stepping on the depression.

It seemed there were multiple arrow traps, and in thirty minutes, we collected about 200 arrows. The trap stopped working as the arrows ran out. It was no longer functioning as a trap. Master and I started collecting the arrowheads.

"Resources, resources~♪"

"It's easier than mining ores. This place is a treasure trove for us."

"......... The creator never expected the traps to be treated as resources."

"Alice!! Let me help too."

We all collected only the arrowheads and discarded the rest. It was a small yield, but if we kept finding and repeating this, we could gather a significant amount.

The profits from this would be split between Anon, Big brother, and me. If we collected more resources like this, everyone would be thrilled.

Later, a clay golem fell into a pitfall filled with spikes, but since it was made of earth, it quickly regenerated, and we collected the spikes. Repeating this process for about two hours, we gathered a considerable amount of iron.

"Many a little makes a mickle."

"A wise saying."

Anon and I high-fived. When I looked back, the maids had resigned looks on their faces. Alicia's eyes were already like those of a dead person.

Since we had focused a lot on the traps, it was time for a ten-minute break. So far, there hadn't been any golem attacks. There were a few deactivated golems lying around, indicating that the puppers had been thorough in their extermination. We collected the metal golems along with their magic cores, which sometimes included rare mithril golems, making it a big haul.

"I might want to live here."

"We can't just ignore this treasure trove. Let's hunt it all down!!"

"Aren't you forgetting our main objective? Oh, it seems they're finally making their appearance."

Our break was over, and just as we were about to start moving again, the sound of running golems echoed. Since they were inorganic, some must have been left undetected. Without any presence, the puppers wouldn't notice them until contact. However, I gave instructions to everyone to step back and set up a barrier.

"It's my turn. Take this!!"

Master exclaimed, pulling out a cylindrical object and aiming it at the golems. Most people from another world would recognize it. Yes, it was an RPG-7. With a whooshing sound, it was launched, and Master quickly retreated inside the barrier. Just as he entered the barrier, a loud explosion echoed, and the entire area was shrouded in dust. The dust was intense, and the loud explosion shockingly painful. We all instinctively covered our ears.

"Blown to smithereens. With this new rocket launcher, golems are nothing to fear."

"You overdid it!! Look, it's all in tatters."

"It can't be helped. It's a weapon designed to destroy heavily armored targets. Master, how did it feel?"

Using wind magic to blow away the smoke and dust, we saw the pitiful remains of several destroyed and scattered golems.

"It felt great!! It's an excellent piece of equipment. Let's consider mass production immediately."

"The warheads are expensive... we have to use disposable magic cores."

This rocket launcher used warheads imbued with explosive magic instead of gunpowder, making it costly. But aside from that, there didn't seem to be any problems. Since we couldn't make guided missiles anyway, its accuracy was not much different from the real thing.

I discussed with Master the finer points of improvements and usage while moving forward. Since Anon and I were riding on Mr. Coote, it felt like a leisurely stroll. Anon was sulking because she couldn't be active, but her job was to follow us in the first place, so it wasn't a problem. Moreover, there were rumors that the number of golems increased as we went deeper, so there would be plenty of opportunities for her to shine. Big brother also walked cautiously, wary of traps.

We collected the remnants of the shattered golems and pressed on. The puppers started to join us, indicating that the first floor was clear. We then created a map in front of the staircase leading to the lower levels. After exchanging opinions and making the map as detailed as possible, we descended to the second level of the basement.