"That's not for you to worry about!" Minos snidely said. "Speak up at once, and we'll finish this!"
The skeleton trembled with anger, but under Minos' rule, it had no escape. As such, it opted for its only chance to escape having to be tortured even further by giving that living being potentially dangerous information.
"All right. My lord's inheritance is probably in the vicinity of Graycastle, the old home of the Ancient Folk." He said at once.
"Ancient Folk?" Minos muttered.
Minos did not know what or where Graycastle was, but the home of the Ancient Folk was in the vicinity of Albano during the time of Henricus Longus.
Since the Ancient Folk had long since been instinct in the time of that God, Minos knew more or less where such an area was.
"Yes, that was my lord's homeland, where he founded his first secret organization of assassins." The skeleton said while trembling in pain.
