The Prince Who Was Raised in Hell

Dawn approached, and only the faint dark red sparks of the fire under the mountain remained as if a strong gust of wind could blow it off.

Caspian faced the stone, watching Dwayne who was nailed in front of him, was on his last breath.

The severe injuries, blood loss, and fright would be the end of him.

The utter misery and the pain accompanied by fear made Dwayne secretly curse at himself.

Would it not be great if he were a weak mortal instead of a warrior?

That way, he would be dead and free long ago, rather than ending up in that situation.

“I’ve… named them all… Your Highness…” Dwayne uttered with incredible difficulty.

With every word he said, it felt as if a blunt knife scratched his throat.

However, Dwayne had to find strength and say he wanted to die.

“Kill… Kill me… Just please…” Dwayne pleaded weakly.

Nonetheless, Caspian only glanced coldly at Dwayne and asked indifferently, “Dwayne, have you been to the hellhole prison?”

“I…” Just as Dwayne spoke one word, he suddenly realized something, and his pupils constricted.

However, Caspian did not spare another glance at him anymore, and he turned around to leave.

“Enjoy that kind of despair.”

“Please… Kill me…” Dwayne watched as Caspian’s back went further and further into the snowstorm until he completely disappeared.

Soon, he let out a hoarse cry.

Unfortunately, his blood ran dry, so he did not have any tears left either.

***

day broke, Caspian crossed the border of Salleria and

days before

passed in the blink of an eye, and it was now the

time, the entire capital of Salleria appeared very lively, and few people mentioned the chaos in the imperial

accepted as a

rumors went around that once Carson ascended to the throne,

was more exciting than opening up

no one mentioned the name that once attracted people’s attention as if the person

deliberately suppressed it, or there were other reasons why only a

in several surrounding counties and countries as the Great Oceans Sect attached

significantly improved compared to a few

celebration of his ascension to the throne would not be organized with such great fanfare that several

might even think Salleria capitulated the

of Salleria was already in the celebratory mood, and the atmosphere would be completely pushed to the climax at

do now was to

wanted to ensure the

the other hand, they must also remove all unstable factors as soon as

in the whole celebration, the imperial city of Salleria,

be recoated, the murals must be repainted, and the glazed bricks

teacups, and bricks on the ground in the imperial city

charge of that was none other than Morris,

power to appoint

must handle the food and clothing of the king

sit in that position and hold that kind of power could only be the

just a

was simple as to why he could reach such a high position now,

overstepped his boundaries with his sister and

and timely

jumped up and down, directing a few muscular

Don’t rush! Hey! I told you to

eyes, those craftsmen finally placed the vase, and everyone’s clothes were