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,

nightmare... the man in that sarcophagus before was threatening to

tomb raiders

had been exploring tombs for so long

tomb than the

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

possessed great power and had no reason to be afraid, but what was the deal with Sylvie? She was

sneered. "That's because I have a clear conscience. If yours are clear too, would you

you're worried you can't get a proper job. Hell, I know other tomb raiders who are worried they'd get

they did

he would

to have a

rations from their backpacks,

glanced at it but

tomb raider even took

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