Layla could only feel that Frank's words were utterly ridiculous. Her voice turned cold as she said, "You'd better not let the priest find out what you're doing, otherwise we'll lose the gods' support forever. You know very well what humanity's situation is right now."
Frank's face darkened. He said nothing more and left.
Layla continued to observe the dungeon, her brows tightly furrowed.
Earlier, she had been surprised that Silvanus could copy objects—perhaps that was his ability—but it seemed irrelevant. Moreover, he never discussed anything with others. That only made him stranger and more incomprehensible;, under normal circumstances, a person like him would be the first to die in a dungeon. The fact that he was still alive was already a miracle.
Watching Silvanus being dragged away by two monsters, Layla's gaze was like watching a lamb willingly walk into a tiger's mouth.
