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.

to pay for

the word “pet”, Caspian felt Handsome give him

pet wouldn’t have to

an

the Simmons family were even more confident that the man was

lesson, they would be

thirty fedulings!” announced the man

other Simmons family members nodded

”Fine!” Caspian said curtly.

to argue with them and

“You!”

were completely caught off

for Caspian to protest, so they had a

not expect him to hand over the money

man with the mole stood

signaling at him, he reached out and snatched the money

the way?” Caspian asked as he

flustered expression on his face as he threw pleading glances at his

rare golden goose, but only managed to get

not possibly be satisfied

a middle-aged man with a

was clear that the man was someone

to the group and examined

advanced to the second stage of the Pulse Control Realm a few days ago, we were robbed of

saw a young man and young woman sneaking out of

do us the honor of coming back to us and

talking about? Do you know who we

refused to argue with the Simmons

a crime,

for Caspian and Maya’s

with the goatee’s expression

care who

offenders are punishable by law, be they royalty or

you didn’t steal our money, then open up your bags and let us search!

”That’s right!”

bags and let us examine

Simmons family members jeered

Maya cried as her cheeks flushed

did not expect these people to be

who we are?

off before she could