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,

a nightmare... the man in that sarcophagus

tomb raiders were

been exploring tombs for so long that none of them

was something different about this tomb than the others, that they were

unaffected and

great power and had no reason to be afraid, but what was the deal with Sylvie? She was obviously normal like the rest

yours are clear too, would you be this scared of the dark? Just consider it divine intervention, and

job. Hell, I know other tomb raiders who

tomb raiders nodded repeatedly, though they did not necessarily believe that

he would

you like to have a

raiders took out some rations from their backpacks, offering them respectfully to Frank and

but did not

tomb raider even took a bite, presuming that Frank

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