The Prince Who Was Raised in Hell

When Solana saw Caspian passing her the jade identification badge, she was stunned.

Then, she looked at him.

Caspian only smiled, saying, “Even though I’m supposedly your teacher, I’ve never truly taught you anything useful.

The only thing I have an abundance of right now is perhaps the sect contributions points in this jade identification badge.

If you need to, you can find Master Delmont and ask if you can use them first.

The Star-Refiner Valley has quite a lot of resources, and they’re useful for your ascension.”

Although Caspian sounded casual, Solana felt that her heart was stabbed.

She was a girl of few words, but it did not mean she could not feel what others felt.

At that time, Caspian’s words carried a reminder as if he would never come back.

If it were not for the determination to die for something, the sect disciples would not simply give their jade identification badge to another person.

Just like how Wesley handed his jade identification badge to Caspian, and he was ready to rush into the tide of monsters, never coming back.

After taking a deep breath, Solana accepted Caspian’s jade identification badge.

As she used too much force on her knuckles, they trembled and were.

“Alright,” Caspian patted Solana’s head for the last time, “When I’m back, I want to see that you’ve improved significantly.” Then, Caspian turned around, not looking back once.

Behind him, Solana tears rolled down her cheeks as she tightly held Caspian’s jade identification badge and hummed heavily.

***

The last trace of summer heat was gradually replaced by the coolness of early autumn as August passed.

After autumn ended, another year was almost coming to an end.

In the blink of an eye, the year ended.

January, only the first few days of the

and the icy sensations between the breaths went straight into the heart

station near the border of Salleria was extremely conspicuous at that

a shed covering an area of half an acre, surrounded by walls made of bamboo sticks and mud, which could at best stop the howling

usually be an uncivilized territory and few people would pass

near the official route, the relay station appeared simple and

the station was for passing pedestrians to come

they could drink hot water and eat a simple

eight tables were randomly placed in the area, and

in the station leaned on the sofa cushion beside the

that kind of winter,

no guests

of the rushing clip-clop of

sound was rather loud, it was obvious that

year round, and they immediately opened

amidst the white scenery, more than ten

doubt in the shopkeeper’s eyes, and he

the shopkeeper hurriedly pushed the waiter

greet the

sleepy guests heard the shopkeeper’s shout, they suddenly felt energetic, and all looked

already within Salleria’s territory, and since the shopkeeper said they were the border guards, they

ground got louder, and even the fragile bamboo strips

warm greetings of the shopkeeper and waiter, the curtain

than a dozen tall and strong men with a sword around their waist walked into the

they looked around the

guests in the station did not dare to look at them, and they all lowered their

that, the leader of the defenders sneered and

table and pompously threw his longsword and armor on the

on the bench with one foot and shouted, “Who’s the shopkeeper? Serve us alcohol and meat now! We still have

the first time the shopkeeper came in

warmed the wine for the guards and said respectfully, “My lords, are you all rushing back to the capital after being invited to participate in the 30th-anniversary

leading defender grinned, and he

shopkeeper hurriedly gave a thumbs