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?”