The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage

Sylvie certainly could not have told her that the mutant centipedes that were so insignificant to Frank were such horrors to the average person.

Meanwhile, the tomb raiders were feeling pessimistic. "W-What about him? He had to be poisoned."

"Don't worry. He's not just strong-he's a healer too," Sylvie bragged proudly as if she were Frank himself.

Frank smiled in wry amusement but dropped to a crouch and put his hand on Red Shirt's shoulder.

Soon, Red Shirt jolted awake, crying out as soon as he did, "I-I'll leave! Please don't kill me, please!"

The others quickly assured him, "It's fine, boss!"

On the other hand, Frank asked, "What's wrong?"

Red Shirt was panting for a while and took a moment to calm down before saying,

"I had a nightmare... the man in that sarcophagus before was threatening to eat me!"

"What?!" The tomb raiders were shocked.

They had been exploring tombs for so long that none of them believed in the paranormal.

However, there was something different about this tomb than the others, that they were starting to believe...noveldrama

Still, they noticed that Sylvie remained unaffected and were left confused. "A- Aren't you scared?"

Frank did not count, since he possessed great power and had no reason to be afraid, but what was the deal with Sylvie? She was obviously normal like the rest of them, and having emotion but not feeling fear just did not make sense.

Nonetheless, Sylvie sneered. "That's because I have a clear conscience. If yours are clear too, would you be this scared of the dark? Just consider it divine intervention, and stop doing this shit already.

"Contact me if you're worried you can't get a proper job. Hell, I know other tomb raiders who are worried they'd get jinxed and join proper archaeological teams. Just keep that in mind."

The tomb raiders nodded repeatedly, though they did not necessarily believe that Sylvie was right.

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out ink, and he would help them

for Sylvie, even if it was

against the paranormal.

"Would you like to have a snack?"

As they calmed down, the tomb raiders took out some rations from their backpacks, offering them respectfully to Frank and Sylvie.

Frank glanced at it but did not take it.

"Don't worry! It's not poisoned!" A tomb raider even took a bite, presuming that Frank was doubting his intentions.

Frank chuckled. "That's not the point. I'm not hungry."

The tomb raider smiled in wry amusement-that made sense. I Frank could cure the poison of that mutant centipede, would he be

concerned about anything else?

Hell, he might usually treat poison as dessert...

Nonetheless, after filling their stomachs, the tomb raiders flocked around the woman who tried to

shoot Frank earlier, their mind set on one thing.

Frank was powerful, so for the sake of survival, they were thinking she could offer up herself...

The woman was actually reluctant but was worried about surviving and was about

to cave in to peer pressure when Frank had enough.

"That's enough," he snapped, cutting them short. "Could you stop pushing her around?"

"Y-You heard that?" The tomb raiders were shocked.

Sylvie joked, "He certainly did. That's not all-he could see it all too!"