The Prince Who Was Raised in Hell novel Chapter 551

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.

“Do we need to pay for pets?” Caspian inquired coldly.

As he said the word “pet”, Caspian felt Handsome give him a sharp jab on the shoulder.

“A normal pet wouldn’t have to pay, of course.

This one, however, is an unusual one,” replied the man.

Seeing Caspian’s passivity, the Simmons family were even more confident that the man was a wimp.

If they did not teach him a lesson, they would be wasting a grand opportunity!

“It’s the same twenty, oh no, thirty fedulings!” announced the man with the mole.

The other Simmons family members nodded their heads in agreement.

”Fine!” Caspian said curtly.

He refused to argue with them and handed over an extra 30 fedulings.

“You!”

The Simmons family were completely caught off guard.

They were prepared for Caspian to protest, so they had a reason to mess him up.

They did not expect him to hand over the money so simply.

The man with the mole stood frozen in bewilderment.

When he noticed his companions signaling at him, he reached out and snatched the money from Caspian’s hand, but did not move out of the way.

“Why are you still in the way?” Caspian asked as he threw a glance at the man.

“It’s… I mean…” the man with the mole stammered with a flustered expression on his face as he threw pleading glances at his companions.

They came across a rare golden goose, but only managed to get a measly 30 fedulings from him.

They could not possibly be satisfied with that.

At that moment, a middle-aged man with a goatee walked over.

It was clear that the man was someone of status amongst the Simmons family members.