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The Prince Who Was Raised in Hell novel Chapter 65

The entrance was narrow, and after entering it, Sonya had to walk through a long and cramped passage, after reaching the end of the passage, Sonya was suddenly enlightened.

Although the entrance to St.

Jade Chamber was designed to be between the narrow alley of the two buildings, St.

Jade Chamber was but he also the two buildings connected.

Hence, the interior was very spacious.

At a glance, Sonya might have reached the hall, and about 40 people trained in the large space.

They did not use the same martial arts or weapons.

Some just did strength-training topless, showing off their strong muscles as they raised and lowered hundreds of kilograms of stone weight.

Furthermore, they did rhythmic breathing at the same time.

Looking at the scene, he thought St.

Jade Chamber appeared to be a training ground for warriors.

Sonya glanced around, wanting to ask someone if this was the place Frederick mentioned.

At this time, a middle-aged man approached him.

As the man walked over, he kept sizing Sonya up and down.

Finally, his gaze fell on the scar on Sonya’s neck.

Then, he showed a thoughtful look “Hmm… There‘s a scar on his neck…”

Soon, the man reached Frank.

“Frederick recommended me to come here…”

Before Sonya finished his words, the middle-aged man waved his hand and answered, “I know.

Just follow me.”

After that, he walked toward a door at the corner of the hall.

‘That’s it?’ Sonya was feeling suspicious, but he still followed the man, ‘It seems that Frederick didn’t lie to me.

This is where people usually purchase blood essence.’

***

At the same time, in a room on the third floor of the St.

Jade Chamber, Moses was chatting with a woman who appeared to be in her forties.

She was still in white as usual.

In fact, she was in a combat suit instead of a dress.

The woman in front of her looked sallow, and she gave others an impression that she had a severe illness.

“Aunt Hayley, you‘re weak, you should pay more attention to your health.

You don’t have to come and visit me,” Moses said as she served the lady tea.

The woman smiled faintly and answered, “l have nothing to do anyway.

Besides, I know well about my health, and it’s just a persisting issue.

If it goes away as long as I take a rest, I’d already be healed long ago.”

“If it weren’t for me, you wouldn’t have ended up like this, Aunt Hayley.

Perhaps, you’d long be a Pulse Control Realm cultivator.” Moses’s expression turned gloomy.

Hayley waved her hand.

“How many times have I told you before to stop bringing this up? You’re far more talented than I am.

I’m afraid your father doesn’t even know that you’ve reached the fifth stage of the True Martial Realm, and you’re trying to break through the Pulse Control Realm.”

“Mm,” Moses nodded, “Only you, Lucy, and I know about this matter.

“The Lawrence family’s most talented member…”

Hayley looked at Moses and sighed, and her eyes were filled with tender affection.

“As long as everything goes well for you, everything I suffered back then was worth it.”

Moses replied resolutely, “Aunt Hayley, don’t worry.

I, Moses Lawrence, swear that I’ll find a way to treat your injury and let you return to your glory.”

Although Hayley knew the chances of her injury healing were low, Moses’s words still moved her.

Soon, she got teary and smiled, “Let’s not talk about this.

Hopefully, the guy I found today can satisfy you.

This person’s the strongest guy I found in this old town within my abilities.”

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