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“As you wish sir.” The mage bowed after receiving his instructions.

Lukas noticed in the corner of his vision an obese, elderly mage approaching while putting on his best smarmy smile. He was probably the head of that branch of the order and wanted to form a connection with someone as powerful as Lukas.

“If you understand your orders, I’m leaving.” Lukas said a short goodbye to the mage and bolted out of the building, ignoring the obese elderly man’s pleading voice.

He flew again towards Dawnlight, only to find a crowd surrounding the sword and the undead. Dawnlight was constantly releasing light to damage the undead and prevent them from healing, but the people around were taking advantage of the released light to heal themselves.

Several people had been injured in the explosion, or had wounds they got in everyday life, so they took the chance to heal without having to spend money at the church or buy potions. Furthermore, it was the first time they had been able to see the undead so closely, and they watched the dying vampires on the ground with interest.

Dawnlight and didn’t care about people taking advantage of the rest of her energy, so she just focused on her task.

“Good job, Dawnlight.” Lukas swooped down among the unconscious undead and grabbed the saber. He cast a float spell on the undead and a gust of wind to drive them back to the branch of the order. The people left behind were unhappy with the saber leaving before their wounds were completely healed, but they didn’t dare raise their voices to Lukas.

After Lukas returned to order with the undead, it only took 15 minutes for an order delivery man to appear with the crystal he requested.

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The local branch chief tried to talk him out of it during this time, but Lukas ignored all attempts as he silently waited, crushing the undead’s necks whenever they began to regenerate.

“Sir, here is the teleportation crystal you requested. The mage who made the purchase also warned the jailers of the Forgotten Dungeon that you will be bringing prisoners, so the defenses will be temporarily down and you should teleport as soon as possible,” O deliveryman spoke as he handed him the teleportation crystal.

‘I think it’s the mage’s way of apologizing for taking longer than I ordered. Lucky me.’ Lukas thought gratefully and piled the undead around him before feeding the teleportation crystal.

He disappeared into a sphere of purple with a radius of ten feet, reappearing in one of the designated prisoner-holding areas in forgotten dungeon. The room was almost 10 meters high and made entirely of metal, with enchantments enhancing its durability and magic cannons on the walls ready to fire at the slightest sign of a struggle.

Two dozen jailers were waiting for Lukas and once they confirmed there was no problem, they surrounded the undead and shackled them with black manacles, sealing away their magic and racial abilities.

Lukas knew there were even more mages waiting in hiding in case something went wrong or one of the undead tried to fight their way out, but he didn’t worry about that.

The undead could still regenerate, but this ability would become a curse in the hands of cruel jailers, who wouldn’t have to worry about their victims dying as long as they didn’t hit their weak spot.

“I need some information these vampires have. How long do you think it will take to interrogate them?” Lukas approached the jailer who had the best core among them, assuming he would be their leader.

“That will depend on the targets’ stamina, sir. Mind-reading magic doesn’t work well on the undead, so we’re forced to use physical means to get them to cooperate. Luckily, vampires can feel pain like living beings, so I I guarantee our jailers will be very persuasive with them.” The man replied as he bowed in a seemingly polite nod, but it was only a way of hiding the cruel smile that unwittingly appeared on his face.

“Haah... there’s nothing you can do. Try to be as quick as possible please, I really need the information they have.” Lukas sighed in defeat.

“Any specific information we need to gather? It would be very helpful if we knew what to ask.” The man asked, interested in what would make a famous master of magic like Lukas personally move.

‘If I knew how they got my daughter’s teleportation crystal, I wouldn’t have brought them here.’ Lukas thought.

“These vampires were in possession of a specific item that belonged to my family and I want to know how they obtained it.” He really spoke.

“So it’s a family matter, rather than an official mission?” The jailer asked as he narrowed his eyes.

“Does it matter to you?” Lukas asked back.

“No. Any reason to torture someone and get away with it is a good reason for me.” The jailer started to laugh as if he’d told a joke, but Lukas knew it was true. “Allow me to guide you to the VIP area so you can relax while you wait. The prisoners section might be a little too strong for someone without our peculiar tastes.”

“You mean someone with their sanity intact.” Lukas spoke sarcastically.

“Exactly.” The jailer nodded as if he were being praised. The jailer led Lukas to the end of the room and opened the door, where one of the prisoner sections was located.

The prison was divided into several sections, each species having a unique section to ensure that they would not interact with each other. Different species had different sizes and needs, so each section was unique.

Although the dungeon of the forgotten was a place of torture, they needed to keep their prisoners alive at least as long as they were useful, so some basic necessities were required, much to the chagrin of the jailers.

The section the jailer led Lukas through was the demihumans’ section, so all the cells were high, though there was barely room for the demihumans to move.

Lukas peered into the cells as he passed, noticing how precarious the state of the demihumans was. Demihumans were warriors with powerful bodies, but those inside the cells were dying and with thin bodies, malnutrition and lack of exercise destroying their bodies.

Their eyes were lifeless, the cruelty of the jailers was enough to shatter the strong will of the demihumans.

Lukas felt a bitter taste in his mouth as he looked at those demihumans and quickly looked away. He knew these creatures were humanity’s enemies, but he still felt disgusted to see them like this.

‘Security is as high as ever.’ Lukas thought as he watched the patrolling guards, noticing how most wore armor made of adamant, despite the magical metal being extremely rare and expensive in the three kingdoms.

They made it to the end of the section and climbed the stairs for several floors, past other prisoners’ sections and the guards’ section, arriving in the VIP area.

“Feel free to rest in that room, sir. We’ll let you know as soon as we get any information from the prisoners.” The jailer opened the door to one of the VIP rooms and Lukas walked in,

“An attendant will come in a few minutes and you can speak to him for anything you need.” The jailor spoke as he closed the door behind him and walked away.

Lukas heard the footsteps in the distance and only relaxed when they were so far away that even his enhanced hearing was unable to hear them.

“It’s out of my hands now. All I can do is hope those maniacs succeed and I get my answers before the worst happens.” Lukas muttered.

“Luckily, those vampires looked weak and couldn’t have gotten past even the first barrier of progression, so hopefully their minds will give out quickly. The drugs they administer here should be enough to break any resistance.” Lukas spoke and turned to the weapons around him.

“You can rest around the room. There are no enemies around or anything to fight, so there’s no reason to be alert.” Lukas spoke to the weapons around him, which stopped floating and leaned against the corners of the room.

His mountainbreak ax even conjured a small ball of rock and started playing with dawnlight. The armor also opened and let Lukas out, before joining in the game with the weapons.

‘These guys are really free spirited.’ Lukas thought as an unconscious smile broke out as he saw the weapons he considered his battle buddies interact with each other.

He threw himself onto the sofa and waved his hand towards the liquor cabinet, floating a bottle of whiskey towards him. Lukas downed the entire bottle at once and while enjoying the snacks in the middle of the table.

He spent the next half hour just drinking and eating, watching their weapons interact with each other, when a knock at the door caught his attention.

‘Have you got anything yet? The jailers outdid themselves this time.’ Lukas thought as he used light magic to cure himself of the drink’s effect.