"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?"

turned to stare at the youth named Ernest Lane, the son

only to be scared shitless when

from that, which

suggested bringing in someone who could help, he came to see who it could be... only for it to turn out to be some ordinary civilian, and hardly anyone impressive as Sylvie

Sylvie certainly heard him. "You should watch your words, Mr. Lane, and we just might let you stay here. Insult my kid again, and I'll complain to

that. As they were not that knowledgeable,

they bent some rules,

threat left him deflated, he did

"If there are no other issues, let's go in. For now, we'll be assessing the condition of the hypogeum, so we

"Okay!"

mind about things, Frank was

they descended into the hypogeum, a pungent scent

the stench of rotting

this place should be airtight," Sylvie murmured in confusion. "How

not appear

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