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.

***

Caspian crossed the border of Salleria

January, and there were 21 days before Edgar’s 30th-anniversary celebration of his ascension

eye, and it was now

mentioned the chaos in the imperial court a few years ago due to

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

ascended to the throne, Salleria would no longer be just a county but a

of change was more exciting than opening

once attracted people’s attention

it would be whether someone deliberately suppressed it, or there were other reasons

presence in several surrounding counties and countries as the Great Oceans

was significantly improved compared

the throne would not be organized with

might even think Salleria capitulated the

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

now was to make sure that the celebration

the one hand, they wanted to

they must also remove all

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

repainted, and the glazed bricks and tiles must be replaced with new

on the ground in the imperial city must be

person in charge of that was none other than Morris, the eunuch, who now

power

food and clothing of the king as well as decide on the decoration of

of power could

just a little-known eunuch in the

reach such a high position now, he made an outstanding

overstepped his

was precisely because of his keen findings and timely report that

Morris jumped up and down, directing a few muscular craftsmen to place

careful! Slow down! Don’t rush! Hey! I told you to move slower!” Morris shrieked at the top of

craftsmen finally placed the vase,