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The Prince Who Was Raised in Hell novel Chapter 471

No one knew when that person appeared, nor how he got here through the layers of encirclement, let alone the purpose of the person‘s provocative behavior.

Among the tens of thousands of people at the scene, perhaps only Daisy realized something.

Daisy smiled faintly and thought, ‘It’s clearly within your character to do this.”

Even though she thought so, there was a hint of worry in Daisy’s eyes.

After all, Caspian appearing in front of everyone was equivalent to telling them, “I’m here! Come and kill me!”

Nonetheless, Daisy understood Caspian’s emotions.

That kind of injustice and grievance, as well as the feeling of wanting an answer which was suppressed for so long, needed such a release!

Just when Daisy was being emotional, the figure walked several dozen meters forward.

His pace was not fast but steady as if it were talking, and everyone’s breathing and heartbeat were involuntarily affected.

Seeing the man getting closer, Edgar’s cheeks twitched under the crown.

Morris, who stood not far away, turned pale, and his lips kept trembling, but he could not say a word.

Everyone understood what it meant to have such an incident at the celebration.

Finally, before the guards even moved, Edgar roared, “Someone! Take him!”

“Edgar, your temper seems to have gotten worse.” At that moment, the man with the conical hat chuckled.

Although his voice was not loud, the soles of the guards rushing up with murderous aura seemed to be tangled in something, and they could no longer move.

That voice was all too familiar to those in Salleria’s imperial city.

Everyone thought that the owner of the voice was dead, yet they heard it once again.

“No… That’s impossible…” Morris uttered with great difficulty, and he kept shuddering.

The worry he had a few days ago came true, and he felt that he was out of breath.

Soon, his body swayed from side to side.

The surrounding officials also had expressions of surprise, fear, and disbelief on their faces.

However, Edgar’s face twitched even harder, and he clenched his teeth so hard that it made noises.

“It can‘t be him!” Edgar said aloud in his heart.

Then, he took a deep breath and roared at the man in the conical hat.

“How dare you destroy my Salleria celebration! Show yourself!”

That time, Edgar did not even notice that he did not ask the guards to step forward to take down the opponent, but he cared about who the opponent was.

“You already have the answer in your heart, so why bother?” The person’s voice in the conical still had a tone of mockery.

He did not shout but spoke as usual, yet everyone could hear him.

“If that’s the case, I’ll fulfill your wishes on your death day.”

Next, the man in the conical hat slowly touched the edge of his hat.

Edgar did not blink and continued staring at the figure.

Not only that, but everyone at the scene did the same as him.

In that instant, the place was so quiet that they could hear a pin drop.

Swoosh!

The guy lifted his conical hat.

Soon, the young man‘s high-spirited eyes, well-defined face, and the slightly upturned corners of his mouth appeared before everyone.

‘It‘s him!’ Morris felt as if his heart were smashed, and he staggered back, falling directly to the ground.

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