The Prince Who Was Raised in Hell
Chapter 50
Those that were present in this council mainly were the Lawrence family’s seniors.
Hence, they knew that each time the Lawrence family visited the Oceans Chamber of Commerce to purchase inscriptions, they would need to pay a hefty price.
Those lower-grade inscriptions were still affordable as they just needed to buy those inscriptions drawn on paper.
However, once they wanted to engrave the inscription on a weapon, the Lawrence family not only needed to pay for the inscription material cost, but they also needed to pay a high price for the inscription itself.
The cost of inscription itself was usually much more costly than the inscription materials.
However, Rebbeca suggested drawing four pieces of inscription for the Lawrence family.
In contrast, he only took one for himself, which was simply a charity.
After all, drawing inscriptions required a lot of energy.
Under James’s order, someone quickly brought over the materials that Rebbeca needed.
The council chamber was sealed off at this time, and some of the Lawrence family members were sent out to stand guard.
No one was allowed to enter.
Everyone at the scene stretched out their necks and looked at Albert, who was in the middle.
Initially, James wanted to clear the hall, but Rebbeca expressed that he did not mind the crowd, so James just followed his wish.
When they saw Rebbeca taking out an inscription brush from his chest, none of the Lawrence family members doubted him again.
Why would a person who knew nothing about inscription had an expensive inscription brush with him at all times?
As Rebbeca drew the weight inscription multiple times before, he could do the task easily this time.
Next, Rebbeca ground the material, added some inscription water, raised his brush, and started drawing.
Rebbeca drew the inscription in one go, smoothly with no pause, and he appeared as if he was an inscription master, causing everyone to watch in amazement.
Besides James and the several elders, none of them saw an inscription process before.
At that moment, they only felt that Rebbeca’s movements were full of rhythm and mysterious too.
Some of them were, even so, excited that tears were glistening in their eyes.
Keith and a few other people’s faces were twisted.
while, Rebbeca
and he finished
initially empty inscription
members
all knew that even an inscription master might fail
circumstances, the Lawrence family would prepare a few more inscription materials
time, they did
Rebbeca mentioned that he would draw four pieces, James ordered
did not
shocking for
council chamber quietened, and
them were still very contemptuous of Rebbeca and
Rebbeca to be one of
face was completely ashen, and he felt
suddenly, he fell to
would still doubt Rebbeca’s
the five inscriptions and
said, “Uncle James, please send someone to the Oceans Chamber of Commerce and ask for the inscription
“Sure!” James immediately agreed.
too excited, James
have a Pure Jade Physique and was directly
knowing well that there was no reason to doubt Rebbeca anymore, James understood that
and a reliable confidant of his came
inscription drawn by Rebbeca and passed it to
repeatedly exhorted him
again looked at Albert, James’
to pass Rebbeca a chair as they
council chamber were
them could only stand
for Jordan and his father, James ordered them
to the core! What a pair of idiots! They almost cost the Lawrence family to lose an
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time, Chris still thought about what happened in the
demanded the three weight
was actually against the rules, but William mentioned that Maisie specifically
Chris had
the young man was and
day was ending, but there was no
for him
About The Prince Who Was Raised in Hell - Chapter 50
The Prince Who Was Raised in Hell is the best current series of the author Liu Ya. With the below Chapter 50 content will make us lost in the world of love and hatred interchangeably, despite all the tricks to achieve the goal without any concern for the other half, and then regret. late. Please read chapter Chapter 50 and update the next chapters of this series at novelebook.com