The Prince Who Was Raised in Hell novel Chapter 462

When Solana saw Caspian passing her the jade identification badge, she was stunned.

Then, she looked at him.

Caspian only smiled, saying, “Even though I’m supposedly your teacher, I’ve never truly taught you anything useful.

The only thing I have an abundance of right now is perhaps the sect contributions points in this jade identification badge.

If you need to, you can find Master Delmont and ask if you can use them first.

The Star-Refiner Valley has quite a lot of resources, and they’re useful for your ascension.”

Although Caspian sounded casual, Solana felt that her heart was stabbed.

She was a girl of few words, but it did not mean she could not feel what others felt.

At that time, Caspian’s words carried a reminder as if he would never come back.

If it were not for the determination to die for something, the sect disciples would not simply give their jade identification badge to another person.

Just like how Wesley handed his jade identification badge to Caspian, and he was ready to rush into the tide of monsters, never coming back.

After taking a deep breath, Solana accepted Caspian’s jade identification badge.

As she used too much force on her knuckles, they trembled and were.

“Alright,” Caspian patted Solana’s head for the last time, “When I’m back, I want to see that you’ve improved significantly.” Then, Caspian turned around, not looking back once.

Behind him, Solana tears rolled down her cheeks as she tightly held Caspian’s jade identification badge and hummed heavily.

***

The last trace of summer heat was gradually replaced by the coolness of early autumn as August passed.

After autumn ended, another year was almost coming to an end.

In the blink of an eye, the year ended.

It was now the fifth of January, only the first few days of the new year, and a heavy snowfall fell one after another.

The mountains and rivers were all covered with a layer of pure silver tone, and the icy sensations between the breaths went straight into the heart and lungs of people.

A relay station near the border of Salleria was extremely conspicuous at that moment amidst the white scenery.

Rather than saying it was an inn, it was more like a shed covering an area of half an acre, surrounded by walls made of bamboo sticks and mud, which could at best stop the howling north wind.

For a country, the border would usually be an uncivilized territory and few people would pass by.

Hence, even if the place was near the official route, the relay station appeared simple and crude.

On that snowy winter day, the station was for passing pedestrians to come in and rest.

At most, they could drink hot water and eat a simple hot meal.

At that moment, about eight tables were randomly placed in the area, and around seven travel-worn customers sat in half of those tables.

The shopkeeper and waiter in the station leaned on the sofa cushion beside the fire, squinting and dozing off.

In that kind of winter, there were few pedestrians.

Hence, they had no guests to entertain.

Suddenly, the sound of the rushing clip-clop of hooves came from afar.

As the sound was rather loud, it was obvious that it was not ordinary caravans.

The shopkeeper and waiter ran the station here all year round, and they immediately opened their eyes and looked into the distance when they heard the noises.

Shortly, amidst the white scenery, more than ten soldiers appeared.

There was a hint of doubt in the shopkeeper’s eyes, and he narrowed his eyes as he looked into the distance.