Ryder watched the old man scream as he stepped towards him.

"I guess Undeads do feel pain. I was wondering about that for quite some time," he said.

"Rale, can you calm him down? His screams are making me feel annoyed," Ryder told Rale.

"Yes, Your Highness," Rale replied as he placed his left hand close to his chest.

Rale had cut off both the arms of the old man, which made him scream like he was going through immense torture, but the man instantly stopped screaming as soon as Rale placed his sword on the man's neck.

Ryder chuckled as he saw that.

"That's better," he let out.

He reached near the old man but still kept some distance.

"Now, let's get to the topic. What do you know about us?" Ryder asked the old man.

The man's face was already pale previously, but it had turned even paler because of the pain of his hands being cut off. Now he was starting to regret coming here.

"I know that you're not one of us Vampires!" he said.

"Oh? How do you know that?" Ryder inquired with an interested look on his face.

"Of course I would know that? Are you considering us an idiot? Some of us do have the Magic that allows us to see if the other person is one of us or not. It was clear to me at first glance!" The man said.

"Oh, we did not know that. I guess now it makes it clear why no one wears the cloaks. Because some of you can see everything despite their disguise, Is that right?" Ryder asked.

He lowered the hood of his cloak and looked at the man clearly.

"Sigh, that's an irritating ability to have. We should've brought the clothes of Vrykolakas in the city," Ryder let out as he sighed.

"Did you tell anyone else about us?" He asked the man.

"No, but everyone will soon find out about you. You can't hide for long! You should know that if you kill a vampire, a special scent will be left on your body. Every vampire in the vicinity would be able to smell that scent and know that you killed me," the man said as he glared at Ryder.

"Don't worry about that. I'm not going to kill you. Also, I knew about that smell thing, at least," Ryder said. "Do you have any Crimson Blood Coins, by the way?"

"Crimson Blood Coins? Why?" the man asked in confusion.

Ryder looked at the old man as if he was looking at an idiot.

"Of course to buy some different clothes. We can't roam around in cloaks. I don't want the situation like this to happen again,"

The old man heard his reply and got stunned. The people that were this strong didn't have Crimson Blood Coins? He was finally starting to doubt if they were from the Undead Region or not.

"You're not from the Undead Region, are you?" the man asked.

"Does that even matter? What matters is that your life is at our hands. Give us your Crimson Blood Coins, and I will let you go," Ryder said.

As soon as he said it, he realized the irony of his demand. He facepalmed himself.

"How can I forget that it's impossible for you to give us your Crimson Blood Coins. You don't have hands after all,"

The old man looked towards Ryder with a stunned look on his face. His shock turned to anger.

"Are you mocking me? Aren't you guys the ones that did this!" He roared in a fury.

Ryder stepped closer to him and looked into his eyes.

"Calm down; you're the one that attacked us first. Be glad that you still have legs," he said.

He looked back at the 20 people on his team.

"You guys, Search him thoroughly and take everything you find," Ryder told them. "Strip him naked if that's what it takes."

Ryder walked back and allowed his men to do the rest of their job.

They searched the whole body of the old man from top to bottom and finally found a pouch filled with coins.

"We found it," One of the men said

"Good, Makko. Go to the last city and get some clothes for us. They'll consider you a single Vampire, and they won't associate you with us," Ryder told his guy.

"Yes, your Highness," Makko said as he turned back and started flying towards the city.

"I was right. You're not from our Undead Region! Where are you from? You can fly, so either you are from the Demon Realm or the Death Domain!" The old man told Ryder.

"You guessed it. Sorry, but there's no prize for guessing. As for where exactly we are from, I'll leave that for you to guess," Ryder told him.

"Your Highness, what should we do with him?" Rale asked Ryder.

"Hmm... That's the real question, isn't it? What to do with him. We can't kill him after all," Ryder said with a thoughtful look on his face. " But I have thought of something."

Rale listened carefully while Ryder talked.

"Tie him up and bury him alive at the depths of the ground. He shouldn't be able to come out if we bury him 1000 meters underground, right?" Ryder asked.

"Yeah, from what I can imagine, he won't be able to come out of the ground, and I believe that he would not die either," Rale replied.

"Good. Use our special rope to tie him up. It shouldn't break even if he bites it for all his life," Ryder said.

"Yes, your Highness," Rale replied.

He brought out his rope and tied the legs of the man and then tied the same rope to the man's neck and tightened it in such a way that the man's feet were touching his head.

Ryder looked at Rale with a weird look on his face.

"Where did you learn such good rope play from?" Ryder asked.

"I learned it from the books," Rale replied casually.

"You guys start digging," Ryder commanded his men.

He was hoping that no one would arrive there while they were doing it, but even if someone came and watched them doing it, it wouldn't be much of a problem unless it's the King himself. Also, if the King arrived, the worst that would happen is Ryder's death and his going back in time.

The men continued digging through hours. Makko had also come back by now with the clothes.

"Did everything go smooth?" Ryder asked him. He asked just to be sure.

"No, there is a problem, Your Highness," Makko replied as he shook his head.