The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage

The residents were not even upset, and they even laughed. "With such power, none of us can stop him if he wants to take the treasures for himself anyway. That's why we trust him."

Sylvie rolled her eyes, while Frank chuckled. "Don't keep trying to make me look bad. Did you think everyone would just stop functioning as soon as they see artifacts like you?"

Sylvie snorted. "Do I love artifacts that much? It belongs in a museum, so that everyone can see it!"

Winking at Frank she then purred, "And aside from artifacts, I'm also interested in handsome men!"

Frank chuckled and picked her up before leaping down.

Soon, they arrived on the ground beneath.

Frank's ring then shone, and Sylvie turned to see a coffin laying on the water. It was flowing along the current but much slower, as if bound by water.

It was a strange coffin too-it looked like it was carved out of jade, and Sylvie noticed how smooth it was as she touched it. The surface was sculpted with detailed patterns, and it could even compare with the sarcophagus of kings.

Sylvie smiled. "That's the nobility for you-they never spare any expense on themselves."

Frank chuckled. "Quit praising the coffin. Fun is on its way!"

"Fun?"

Sylvie was taken aback but soon saw a weird screeching.

She turned toward the direction of the sound and saw countless rats swarming toward them!

Frank raised his hand, and a radiance shone, scaring the rats into fleeing.

Sylvie, who remained calm throughout the ordeal, asked, "That's it? Don't you know that you can find all sorts of things around tombs? Forget rats-I've seen mountains of corpses. It's really not that scary."

Frank chuckled, nodding. "I know."

Sylvie nodded. "Sure. Then why would you call it fun?"

Frank pointed into the darkness. "Because what's what I meant!"

As if on cue, a monster emerged.

It did not have a head, but it appeared to be sewn up parts of human limbs. There was a slit where its stomach should be, filled with beastly sharp teeth that were dripping with flesh.

Maggots called on the puddles, and it was such a terrible sight that Sylvie almost threw up on the spot.

If a veteran tomb explorer would feel sick about that, one could imagine how creepy the monster was.

However, creepiness aside, it stood no chance against Frank-all he had to do was point at it, and it blew up.noveldrama

A scroll within flew out, and Frank pulled it toward himself with telekinesis and opened it.

It was all written in ancient script that he could not read, so he passed it to Sylvie, who read it while explaining, "The writer's name is Charles Huxley, and he seemed to have foreseen a forage for his tomb. He asks for understanding, as he insists only a man after his own heart would find it.

"He claims that he hadn't done

anything good for his entire life-not that he could, given the times. That's why he hopes that future

generations would use his coffin to help impoverished peasants.

"He suggests that whoever finds it could sell it or do anything they want with it and

not feel constrained by taboos as one would feel defiling a burial site."

Frank nodded and bowed at the coffin. "That certainly makes the maestro a good man!"

At the same time, Sylvie continued, "He says that he knows why the later generations have come, and that it's inside the coffin. Whoever finds the coffin is therefore allowed to claim and use it as they wish-it was never his, as he was just the keeper."

Nodding, Frank gently opened the coffin.

There was no body, only a small vial kept at a corner.

Sylvie could tell right away that there was something special about it.

Not only did it have a unique hue that dated it even before the Renaissance

period, but it was also too small to be an object of that era.

As such, she reached out to take it for a look...