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.

***

as the day broke, Caspian crossed the border of Salleria and officially returned to his

21 days before

blink of an eye,

and few people mentioned the chaos

Carson showed great talent in cultivation and was accepted as a Great Oceans Sect’s disciple, the entire Salleria

once Carson ascended to the

of change was more exciting than opening

that once attracted people’s attention as if the person never

it would be whether someone deliberately suppressed it, or

became a pivotal presence in several surrounding counties and countries as the Great Oceans Sect

significantly improved compared to a

to the throne would not be organized with such great fanfare that several neighboring counties sent envoys to come and congratulate

might even think Salleria capitulated

in the celebratory mood, and the atmosphere would

Salleria had to do now was to

the one hand, they wanted to

the other hand, they must also remove all

of the most important places in the whole celebration, the imperial city of Salleria, made the

be repainted, and the glazed bricks

bricks on the ground in the imperial city must be brand

of that was none other than Morris, the eunuch, who now handled

control of the Salleria’s imperial court’s etiquettes meant Morris had absolute power to appoint and remove the palace ladies

and clothing of the king as

of power could only be the most trusted confidant of Edgar, the

just a little-known eunuch in

reason was simple as to why he could reach such a high

prince overstepped his boundaries with his sister and even intended

was precisely because of his keen findings and timely report that a catastrophe for Salleria

down, directing a few muscular craftsmen to place a

Hey! I told you to move slower!” Morris shrieked at the top of his

his watchful eyes, those craftsmen finally placed the vase,