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

word “pet”, Caspian felt Handsome give him a sharp jab on the

have to pay,

is an unusual

were even more confident that

a lesson, they would be wasting a

no, thirty fedulings!”

family members

”Fine!” Caspian said curtly.

to argue with them and

“You!”

were

Caspian to protest, so they had a reason

did not expect him to

mole

snatched the money from Caspian’s hand, but did

you still in the way?” Caspian asked as he threw a glance

the man with the mole stammered with a flustered

but only managed to get a measly 30 fedulings from

could not possibly be

that moment, a middle-aged man with a goatee walked

clear that the man was someone

group and examined Caspian and Maya while

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

and young woman sneaking out of the

do us the honor of coming back to us and aiding

know who we are?” Maya scowled as she raised her

refused to argue with the Simmons family’s

that they accused them of a crime,

Simmonses waited for Caspian and Maya’s

man with the goatee’s expression

don’t care

offenders are punishable by law, be they royalty

didn’t steal our money, then open up your bags and

”That’s right!”

bags and let us examine

family members

cried as her cheeks flushed with

did not expect these people to be

who we are?

Maya off before she could finish her