"Quit being so pessimistic, or I'd really be discouraged."

Frank snorted but stood up. "Come on already. I have nothing else to do anyway!"

"You're the best brat ever!"

Sylvie strode up and pecked him on the cheek, smiling cheerfully and unabashedly. "I have a huge reward waiting after we're done."

Frank smiled but said nothing, since he knew very well what it was.

Nonetheless, they were in Shanton two hours later, passing the police line and arriving at the dig site soon enough.

The dig team had been waiting for a while, their scowls quickly fading as they appeared hopeful to see Frank.

Someone exclaimed, "Mr. Frankton's here! This is as good as done, just watch!"

Another person promptly snapped, "Are you serious?! Do you think he can keep the hypogeum intact while the load-bearing structures are being set up?"

Ernest Lane, the son of the

come to see if there was any work, only to be scared shitless when he heard that the hypogeum needed new

good laugh from that, which left

it could be... only for it to

should watch your words, Mr. Lane, and we just might let you stay here. Insult

were not local on top of that. As they were not that knowledgeable, they had no

cost, they bent some rules, which had led to

left him deflated, he did not dare

let's go in. For now, we'll be assessing the condition of the hypogeum, so we aren't taking anything out

"Okay!"

had her own mind about things, Frank was more knowledgeable, so Sylvie was happy to go

hypogeum, a

stench of rotting

be airtight," Sylvie murmured in confusion. "How could anyone have gotten

not

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