Earl Ster finally gathered his composure and asked with a deeply furrowed brow, "Can we only stand here and wait? How long can Purified Water keep me conscious?"
"You refused to let your people come down and work at first because you were worried there might be monsters hiding underground, weren't you?" Finch replied calmly. "Heh~ Once you realized I'd definitely have to stay here, you let your subordinates come out... Of course, if you're willing to entrust their safety to me, I don't mind.
"Not that I can go much farther anyway... Instantaneous spells don't have enough range."
Earl Ster looked at the increasingly deep cavern and said, somewhat perplexed, "But there are clearly no traces of any creature passing through this soil!
"There really is..."
"Didn't your wife tell you?" Finch glanced at the castle. "Who knows how small a spider raised on Crystal Fruit might become!"
"I don't think they'd be willing to leave something so precious for me." Earl Ster let out a cold laugh.
"But you're not certain of the life or death, survival or demise, of every spider you raised, are you?" Finch's eyes involuntarily filled with amusement. "If you'd remembered to number all the spiders back then, we wouldn't have to worry about whether some exceptionally gifted one had appeared!"
Earl Ster looked carefree. "I'll remember that in the future."
"You still dare to raise them?" Finch turned to him in astonishment.
"Cows, sheep, pigs, and dogs have to be raised, after all," Earl Ster said indifferently.
Finch glanced at the earl without comment... He always felt there was something off about the man's words.
But nobles were a peculiar species. Secretly raising something or other was perfectly normal for them.
It had nothing to do with him.
"You've already sent the Golden