“You idiot!” Ernest snapped. “Do you think I’m an idiot?! I’d never make a living if both of them got killed-don’t worry, I’ve done my homework. The pillars of a hypogeum are plenty sturdy, and I’m just trying to scare them with a little bomb. It’s not going to collapse.”

That was what Ernest sincerely believed, but his contractors could not really agree.

No one actually knew for sure if the pillars of this particular hypogeum were sturdy. However, they could tell that Sylvie was skeptical, judging from the fact that she did not bring her team with her.

Moreover, this hypogeum had been built over a thousand years ago. Even when it came to modern infrastructure with rebars and concrete, a single explosion could still cause problems.

One of the contractors then said, “You’d best be sure about this. It’s quite serious, and there might be consequences.”

Ernest snapped at them again, “You’re all six feet tall and then some, but you have no balls at all! People would laugh if they knew!”

Snatching a stick of dynamite from a contractor, he lit the fuse and threw it into the tomb.