Chapter 812 - 823: Floor 3
"Peyton Derrick?" Lancelot decided to play dumb first, "Wasn’t he defeated by the ghost witch long ago?"
"Defeated, but not eliminated." Medusa sniffed, "Ah, that smell... Have you ever tried the pies sold by the ghost witch? The ingredients include flour, milk, eggs, and the bone powder of children..."
"Thanks for the reminder, but don’t change the subject." Lancelot replied coldly, "What is this place used for?"
"If I answer, will you let me go?"
"Once we’re certain you pose no threat, we’ll let you go." Lancelot promised, "But if you don’t cooperate, we won’t have the extra energy to keep an eye on a prisoner, do you understand what I mean?"
"Such a polite threat, Knight."
"Do not test my patience any longer, answer the question."
"Alright, alright... if ’here’ refers to the entire Demon’s Domain, it’s the ghost witch’s pasture." Medusa stumbled up the stairs to the second floor, "And if you mean this tower we’re in, it’s even simpler: this is where the ghost witches harvest."
"Harvest what?"
"Go to the third floor, and you’ll naturally understand."