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.

pay

Caspian felt Handsome give him a

pet wouldn’t have to

an

family were even more confident that the man

a lesson, they

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

members nodded their heads

”Fine!” Caspian said curtly.

with them and

“You!”

family were completely caught off

were prepared for Caspian to protest, so they had a

to hand over the

man with the mole stood frozen in

he noticed his companions signaling at him, he reached out and snatched the money from Caspian’s hand, but did not move out

asked as he threw

with a flustered expression on

golden goose, but only

possibly be satisfied

middle-aged man with a

was someone of status

and examined Caspian and Maya

of our family advanced to the second stage of the Pulse Control

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

the both of you would do us the honor of coming back to us and

know who we are?” Maya scowled as she

a disciple of martial arts, Maya naturally refused to

crime, she could no longer hold back her

Simmonses waited for

man with the goatee’s expression

care who

law, be they royalty or

steal our money, then open up your bags and let us search! Otherwise, you’re coming with us,” the

”That’s right!”

your bags and let us

family members jeered

as her

not expect these people

who

before she could finish