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.

need to pay

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

have

an

passivity, the Simmons family were even more confident that the

a lesson, they would

no, thirty fedulings!” announced the

Simmons family members nodded

”Fine!” Caspian said curtly.

them and

“You!”

Simmons family were completely

were prepared for Caspian to protest, so they

not expect him to hand over the money so

the mole stood frozen

his companions signaling at him, he reached out and snatched the money from Caspian’s hand,

the way?” Caspian asked as he threw a glance

man with the mole stammered with a flustered expression on his face as he threw

goose, but only managed to get a measly 30 fedulings from

could not possibly be

a middle-aged man with a goatee

clear that the man was someone of

sauntered over to the group and examined Caspian and Maya while stroking his

the second stage of

and young woman sneaking out of the family

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

you know who we are?” Maya scowled as she

refused to

crime, she could no longer hold

waited for Caspian and

man with the goatee’s expression turned

care who

punishable by law, be they royalty

open up your bags and let us search! Otherwise, you’re coming with

”That’s right!”

bags and

Simmons family members jeered and chanted

as her

not expect these people to be so

who we are?

cut Maya off before she could finish her