The Prince Who Was Raised in Hell novel Chapter 559

Upon a brief thank you, the two men found themselves at the fat man’s stall perusing the goods laid out.

”Come take a look, see if there’s anything you fancy!” The fat cultivator’s eyes curved into crescents whenever he smiled.

It was easy to take a liking to him.

“Fair prices guaranteed!”

Caspian did not cast his sights onto the hemlock at first.

He pretended to look around, scanning the merchandise of the stalls next to that one.

There were antlers with stripes that glistened golden.

No one knew what creature they came from.

There were dry, shriveled fingers with pointy nails.

Potted plants bore colorful flowers but with leaves that were completely withered.

Caspian looked at all of them, reaching out to feel them from time to time if he wanted.

The fat man seemed equally uncaring of Caspian’s wandering.

None of these things were of any value, after all.

Caspian hardly gave them a second glance.

Upon putting down a shiv, Caspian moved to pick up the hemlock.

It sank with weight the second he picked it up.

Caspian’s eyes froze slightly.

‘It’s heavier than I expected it to be,’ Caspian thought to himself as he cast the stall owner a glance.

Instantly, Caspian was able to see the flash of panic that briefly overtook the fat man’s features when he picked the hemlock up.

Suspicion arose in Caspian immediately.

Instead of hurrying to inquire about the price, he began to analyze it.

The hemlock looked real and fine at first glance.

The chasm was struck by thunder.

Caspian, having absorbed the Bone of Thunder, knew more about lighting than the average cultivator.

The part of the hemlock that was charred black was caught in a forest fire caused by a lightning strike.

It was exactly the kind of hemlock Caspian looked for.

Or so it seemed.

Seeing as Caspian seemed interested in the hemlock, the fat man put on an uncaring expression.

“How’s that hemlock, eh? Let me tell you the truth… I came across it in a forest that was burnt into nothing.

Something that would come in handy with formations!”

The fat cultivator seemed to be thinking on Caspian’s behalf.

He never mentioned the price even once.

It was someone that did business for a long time.

“Hm, let me take another look…” Caspian nodded, bringing the hemlock closer to his eyes.

In the context of how much Caspian wanted and needed the hemlock, he would have asked for the price immediately and paid it.

The Eye of Insight, after all, was something he wanted to master.

He would not chance upon the shop again after passing the village.

However, the abnormal weight that came into Caspian’s hands when he picked the hemlock up, on top of the brief flash of panic he saw on the fat cultivator’s face, made Caspian think twice.

As he turned the hemlock over in his hands yet again, fingertips running over the calloused wood, Caspian observed the fat cultivator‘s demeanor.

The fat cultivator appeared nonchalant to Caspian’s actions, even calling out to other cultivators that passed by his stall to take a look.

Yet Caspian was able to see that the man’s gaze would flicker to him every once in a while.

It was obvious that something was amiss.

Setting down the hemlock, Caspian sighed.

If his eyes were not working well enough, he would have to use his divine sense.

Caspian’s divine sense was much stronger than that of cultivators of the same realm as him.

He decided to use divine sense as he noticed the fat man looked visibly relieved when he put the hemlock down.

With a brief spiritual sweep, it was not long before Caspian realized that his hunch was right.

There was, indeed, something wrong with the hemlock!