The Prince Who Was Raised in Hell

His head hurt a little.

It was like the feeling of swelling after sleeping too much.

But more importantly, it was the kind of mental weakness and exhaustion.

There were no less than 20 people standing in the small mud hut.

Everyone was wearing coarse cloth clothes, they looked at Caspian with anger and vigilance.

“Who are you?” After looking around, Caspian asked in confusion.

Among the crowd, an elder with white beard took a step forward.

He was the village chief.

“You fainted on the roadside at the entrance of our village.

The people in our village discovered you and carried you back.”

Village Chief looked at Caspian carefully and asked, “Who are you? Why did you fall at the entrance of our village?”

“I am…” Under everyone’s gaze, Caspian just said two words.

All of a sudden, he could not say the rest.

“Who am I?” Caspian was at a loss.

Everyone was staring at him, waiting for his next words.

But after a pause, Caspian stopped talking.

Seeing the thoughtful look on Caspian’s face, the villagers looked at each other in dismay.

Village Chief had been carefully examining Caspian. As the oldest person in the village, he naturally had more knowledge than the other Villagers.

Seeing Caspian’s expression at this moment, he understood that he must have been stimulated and lost his memory.

Sure enough, after a while, Caspian looked at Village Chief with an apologetic expression, “I’m sorry, I don’t seem to remember who I am and why I’m here…”

“It doesn’t matter.

Take your time to think about it.

You can live here tonight.

Our village is called Stone Drake Village,” Village Chief comforted Caspian.

villagers in the room to leave first, not to

all the people in the room were gone, Caspian’s

my memory…

some images flashed back

sense that there seemed to

the

interweaving lines, eventually forming a complete picture,

this, Caspian closed his eyes

the house, the villagers went home first after receiving Village

an outsider came to the village, and

now, it seemed that there was no lack of communication materials

this group of villagers, one of them was left

was the one who came back from chopping firewood and found Caspian by the

asked him about

explained in

even if

speaking, the villager looked at Village Chief with a worried look and asked, “Village Chief, is there anything wrong with this person? Could he be a bandit from Dragon Spine

Chief shook his head, “I

would never attack villages outside the mountain ridge… Moreover, I think this person has an

look like a

this period of time, I heard that there have been many groups of

may be a member of a

he

look of sympathy and nostalgia appeared in Village Chief’s eyes

Chief was young, he was the only warrior in the village and had fought with bandits

had a high prestige in the

that he said so, the villager

live in the village first, we can talk about it after

chase him out,

”

***

the village, Camille turned around and walked deep into the

for a long

it would

three hours, she took out the

as she was about to step on it, a flute

Camille’s body shook.

at midnight, or someone whispering in people’s ear, which made people

Camille’s eyes, but she immediately

she put away the jade

beside her, crossed her arms, and looked

flute music

in a