Dust flew everywhere.
Sika grabbed the shovel and kept flinging dirt out of the pit.
A few minutes earlier, when Chen Feng said the level-thirty adventuring party had been wiped out by goblins, Sika's first reaction was to call bullshit. "Impossible. Absolutely impossible. Let's go in and look. They're definitely still alive."
But Chen Feng refused to go inside, no matter what. "Dig me a trap at the entrance first."
"Why should I?"
"Mr. Villager, you wouldn't want that business about killing Heroes to..."
"All right, all right, I'll dig." Sika could only give in. "I swear I'll never kill another Hero. If I do, I'll just swear again."
Chen Feng urged him on from above. "Hurry up. Gle said she wants some ham and eggs, a ton of top-quality fried steak, and all the sides, smothered in thick gravy."
Sika looked up. "That'll take quite a few cows, sir."
"I know. If we don't finish off these goblins before dark, we're eating at your place again tonight."
At those words...
Sika dug four times a second, swinging his shovel like a fan. Before long, a Pitfall Trap lined with spikes was finished.
"Boss! All done!"
"Spatial Teleportation!"
Almost the instant Sika finished, Chen Feng cast teleportation on the three horses outside the cave, sending them into the Pitfall Trap.
"Oh no! Boss, what were you thinking?"
Thinking Chen Feng meant to kill the horses for meat, Sika stamped his feet in anguish. "Those were first-rate warhorses! If we sold them in town, we could stuff ourselves silly for a month."
But Chen Feng merely said, "Are goblins worth that much?"
"What goblins?"
At Chen Feng's prompting, Sika looked down. There were no warhorses in the pit, only three green-skinned, dwarfish monsters impaled straight through. He couldn't help exclaiming, "Was