"What?!" The archaeological exploration team was left trading glances.They had all seen Frank in action before but did not expect him to be that powerful!It was not surprising now that Sylvie had been so utterly confident, showing no signs of trauma despite such a close shave with death.With a man like Frank around, there was really nothing to word about!"Alright, alright." Sylvie clapped her hands just then. "Cut the chatter. Bring some paper for Mr. Frankton—he will note down where to set up the beams for the hypogeum.""He can do that too?!"Everyone was shocked, but quickly brought pen and paper.Frank quickly sketched a blueprint of the hypogeum, labeling the sections which needed more pillars.When he was one, one of the team members asked in confusion, "Wait, how are we getting into the tomb without you, Mr. Frankton?"After all, they were incapable of surviving miraculously like Frank did, let alone keeping the hypogeum intact.In fact, it was the exact opposite—t
As he finished, Frank pointed the Geiger counter at himself and showed Five the reading.Five smirked. "Though it looks like a Geiger counter, it actually isn't. This one reads a specific type of energy—the power of the spiritron vein."Frank nodded in realization—so that was why the device reacted so violently to him, while he was not affecting anyone else!Still, something puzzled him. "Why would they want those for?""You can investigate that yourself, but I'm sure it has something to do with the one who sent those tomb raiders. If you need help, just give Jouri a shout, or me if she's busy."Five handed Frank a business card just as he finished.Frank took it, left the villa, and returned to Frankton Tower.He found the tomb raiders in his guest room, where they were left reeling in the shock that Frank was richer than they imagined.Despite the seemingly modestly decorated office, it was in reality as impressive as offices came—even the guest room was beyond what they coul
While the waitress was actually surprised that Frank was letting her order for him, she quietly ordered the most expensive coffee for him.Frank took a sip when he got bored of waiting, and it was as bitter as he thought it would be—it was only much better after he added sugar.As he looked around at the empty cafe, Frank more or less understood.He was no fervent supporter of tea and was fine with even the cheaper ones, but coffee was simply different. It was weirdly viscous but had no sweetness to it, even needing sugar. It was no surprise that milk tea stands could get more popular than cafes.Even as those random thoughts crossed Frank's mind, a girl sat down opposite him. "Hey, handsome. Are you on your own?"She was around five foot seven, wearing a simple white T-shirt paired with jeans and white sneakers, and she had her long hair tied into a ponytail. She was clearly the young but down-to-earth type."And you are…?"Frank's eyes lit up, immediately presuming that Elizab
Not satisfied with just mocking Frank, the blond shouted out loud, "Look, everyone! This perv is trying to play the hero here!"Everyone, including the waitress, was laughing with him. "That's such an amusing geezer. He behaves like a gentleman when he's actually a pig!""Exactly. Did he think he could get something out of this? The girl is clearly a student—why would she be interested?""That's bullshit!" Demi snapped, springing to her feet right then. "Do you think I'm one of those shallow princesses who's convinced the world has to bow to me?! I don't mind giving it to you straight—I don't care about looks, only personality!"Also, laugh at me all you want—my family's quite poor, so there are plenty of people who are after me. There's no shortage of rich kids in their ranks either, driving Audis and whatnot. If I were that cheap, would I wear T-shirts worth just twenty bucks?!"She certainly could not stand people mocking Frank, since he had voluntarily stepped up to defend h
Jada did a double take.Though she was actually oblivious, that did not mean she was helpless!"I'm sorry, kid." She smiled. "But if you're actually rich like us, you'd just stick to cash. Sure, it's quite flattering to swipe your black card during payment, but having to pay the installments later on really doesn't suit you."Everyone was laughing themselves silly as Jada finished. That was certainly true—who would take up a loan if they really had money?The blond guy was naturally embarrassed and snapped coolly, "Quit being glib. Swipe your card if you dare—let's see who has a higher spending limit!""And if yours is lower, you should get down on your knees and apologize," Jada said, glowering. "How about that?""Then I can do whatever I like with you if you lose!" He laughed, his lust kicking into overdrive.In the end, a girlboss like Jada was far more interesting than a plain college student like Demi."You're not going to win!" Jada shrugged and turned toward the waitress
Frank smiled in wry amusement—Jada's kiss was really unnecessary, and she was actually just seizing an opportunity.But that was fine, as Jada had more than proven her loyalty, and he could pretend it was a reward after she worked for him for so long.As Demi returned to her seat with him, she flashed a big thumbs-up at him. "You really can't tell from appearances—you're a real box of surprise!"Frank smiled but said nothing—one could pretend to be poor but actually should not be.Demi then continued, "Thank you so much for helping me. Can you leave me a number? I'll buy you lunch if I can."Frank nodded. "You can call me if you're in trouble in the future too," Frank said. "I'm not local, but I'm obliged to protect anyone. I won't shirk from such moral responsibility.""Thanks!"After the two traded numbers, Demi seemed to be planning to stay and tried to ask about Frank's identity.However, it was almost time, so Frank cut her short, concerned that Demi would ruin his plans.
Seeing that Frank was leaving, the other cafe guests quickly stopped him. "Wait, sir! Why don't we exchange numbers and stay in touch?"Frank was left exasperated but had to play along since he had things to do.As they left the cafe, Aina smirked. "You suddenly got really rich, huh?"That was the most logical explanation she could think of.Frank shrugged. "You know I've been tomb raiding for a while. I'd have a few hundred grand, even if not millions."Aina snorted. "That's plenty for the average person, unlike what netizens like to think. That's why the girls are fawning all over you."Frank simply went along, since the woman's tendency to jump to conclusions worked for him and was logical on top of that.Aina smirked, shaking her head. "All men really are pigs, huh?"Frank smiled but said nothing and led her to a black van.It was only after Aina got in that she realized something was strange—she did not recognize the person riding shotgun!"Who is she?!" she demanded, po
"Nasty, you say?" Jada smiled in wry amusement. "My master is even more so. Now talk!"Aina spilled the beans right then, since she had no stake in this anyway.-The next morning, Frank arrived with the artifacts at a village called Zurtborg.He stood before a millstone that had not seen use for a while, straightening his clothes and putting down several suitcases while waiting quietly for Elizabeth's arrival.He did not assume Aina's appearance simply because Aina did not want trouble with Elizabeth, which was why she used a go-between.That spared Frank the need to disguise himself as a woman, as he assumed the appearance of Elizabeth's assistant.However, while he was waiting, a man and a woman came bounding down the road, with the man smacking the woman repeatedly with a shovel as he chased her down.Even though the woman was crying for help, the villagers in sight simply rubbernecked.Frank smirked, but he knew he could not fault the villagers for being callous. They w