Chapter 257: Dukedom of Frosty Planes vs The Second Dark Army (3)

"Let's see if they're willing to talk now," I smiled, and upon arriving at the deepest section of the dungeon, I gave the interrogator a pat on the back. 

"Miss, they have spilled all the information needed," She muttered before wiping the blood from her whip. 

"Good, you can go on break now. I need to privately ask them some questions," I muttered, my eyes trailing her all the way to the exit, where she gave me a cheerful goodbye.

"Now, tell me where the artifact is, and I'll consider letting you go," 

"YEAH, RIGHT! GO FUCK YOURSELF! TRAITOR!" My uncle shouted, causing my lips to purse into a small smile. 

Slowly, I opened the door to the cell, causing most of my family to scurry and shift into one corner, huddling up like a frightened gang of mice. 

"Uh huh… Traitor… I'll gladly be a traitor to hand you your sorry asses," I muttered, my cold voice practically scraping the walls of this stone brick room.