The Prince Who Was Raised in Hell

Once they made their decision, Caspian and Maya joined the queue and waited for their turn to climb the mountain.

It was not long until they reached the front of the queue.

Everyone that lined up in front of them were mortals.

To cultivators, 20 fedulings was nothing to throw a fuss over.

However, it was a large sum to mortals.

That was why the Simmons family, who set up the checkpoint to collect congratulatory gifts, could not escape the inevitable cries of displeasure and protest.

There was even the occasional scuffle.

Despite their wretchedness, the Simmons family were warriors, and there just happened to be a few of them standing guard at the checkpoint.

Even if people were unhappy and went as far as to cause a ruckus, things would settle down very quickly.

The Simmons warriors took one look at the little white pig sitting dignifiedly on Caspian’s shoulder, and their eyes lit up.

“A cultivator!”

It was obvious that the little white pig was a mythical monster, and anyone who was able to train a mythical monster would naturally be a cultivator.

The Simmons family members exchanged glances and saw hints of cautiousness in each other’s eyes.

After all, messing with mortals and messing with cultivators were two completely different matters.

“For two,” Caspian said as he reached out his hand and presented 40 fedulings, gesturing to himself first, then at Maya.

The Simmonses were taken aback by how nonchalantly Caspian handed the money over.

They expected that being a cultivator, Caspian would want to reveal his identity and give them a piece of his mind.

The mortals before him openly expressed their dissatisfaction, so they were prepared for a cultivator to act more pompously.

The Simmonses realized that the cultivator who stood before them was probably someone who did not want to cause trouble!

Upon that realization, an ominous spark appeared in the eyes of the Simmons member who blocked the path.

“What about that?” said one of the Simmons men who had a mole on his cheek.

He pointed at Handsome, obviously testing Caspian’s limits.

Maya’s brows furrowed, but she kept silent at the sight of Caspian’s indifference.

we need to pay for pets?” Caspian

word “pet”, Caspian felt Handsome give

wouldn’t have to

one, however, is an unusual one,” replied

even more confident that the man

they did not teach him a lesson, they would be wasting a

twenty, oh no, thirty fedulings!” announced the man with

Simmons family members

”Fine!” Caspian said curtly.

with them and handed over

“You!”

were

prepared for Caspian to protest, so they had a reason to

did not expect him to hand over the money

the mole stood frozen

and snatched the money from Caspian’s hand, but did

in the way?” Caspian asked as he threw

mole stammered with a flustered expression on his face as

came across a rare golden goose, but only managed to get

possibly

middle-aged man with a goatee walked

the man was someone of

and examined Caspian and Maya while stroking

of our family advanced to the second stage

time, someone saw a young man and young woman sneaking out of the family house with

do us the honor

are you talking about? Do you know who we are?” Maya scowled as she raised

arts, Maya naturally refused

they accused them of a crime, she could no

Simmonses waited for Caspian and

the goatee’s expression

care who you

by law, be

you didn’t steal our money, then open up your bags and let us search! Otherwise, you’re coming with us,” the man said

”That’s right!”

your bags and let

other Simmons family members

as her cheeks

expect these people to be

who we are?

cut Maya off before she could finish her