553 Let Me Call the Foreman (1/2)
”Be careful. Be careful underneath your legs.”
A small Stone Golem shouted impolitely. He was carrying a huge chest in his arms, which contained the magical tools for constructing a Teleport Portal.
As service personnel, he should be courteous and full of smiles, but he was in a rage.
”Gosh! I know that the residents of Eternal Kingdom are hard to please. I can endure being slept upon during my sleep, but how dare you ransack my belongings? I'll make a complaint when I get back!”
The small Stone Golem walked by Moroes, who was full of hope. He found Moroes irritating and shouted, ”Get lost! Don't block my way!”
Moroes was shocked, and he quickly gave way.
The gamers weren't concerned with the rage of the small Stone Golem even though they were the ones who harassed him on the Beetlemon for the past two days.
Moroes was used to the harassment from the gamers, but it was the first time that the small Stone Golems were harassed by the gamers. Moreover, the small Stone Golems had to face the gamers for two days and were thus on the verge of fighting with them.
Fortunately, the journey only took two days. Otherwise, the plan to construct the Teleport Portal would have failed, as the Stone Golems would have left in a huff.
Luckily, the Stone Golems didn't leave.
They started carrying chests of materials to the excavated construction site before they constructed the Teleport Portal.
That was a desolate location outside of the neutral Dungeon, Venice. It was an unclaimed territory since there were no nearby Dungeon Cores. There were many monsters there, so it wasn't a good place for the Underworld residents to live.
Therefore, nobody cared that the gamers were constructing a Teleport Portal there.
The location of the farm wasn't far from there. The boundaries of the farm were sealed off, and the gamers were unable to enter, so they could only construct the Teleport Portal outside.
Moroes checked his equipment to prepare for the impending battle.
Short Sword, Shield, simple armor, sleeping robe, toothpaste, toothbrush, rabbit tooth slippers, a yellow rubber ducky… and his favorite cartoon tattoo stickers.
Moroes lifted his head and focused his attention. He was prepared to die peacefully in battle.
”Moroes, how do we enter the farm?”
”Moroes, the creatures inside the farm sealed off the boundary. What do we do?”
”Moroes, say something!”
”Moroes, your pants are torn!”
”Moroes, you MA…”
”Mind your language!”
”Gosh, what are those two members of Changan City doing? Do they intend to run away?”
”We agreed to go out and collect intelligence. If they dare to flee, kill them!”
”Waaaaah—”
…
Hundreds of warriors of Eternal Kingdom gathered and made a din as they chatted enthusiastically.
The noise didn't last long.