The Prince Who Was Raised in Hell novel Chapter 691

After saying goodbye to Bowen, Caspian thought about what Bowen said.

He did not expect that there was another purpose for the nation’s official religion election.

As he recalled the indifference of the elders of several major sects toward Charles’s intrusion and Terry’s seemingly reasonable yet far-fetched explanation used in the matter, Caspian frowned.

“Something feels odd… Am I overthinking?”

Caspian looked at the sky.

A formation on the dome formed the sky in Spiritual Palace, and it was always sunny.

At a glance, anyone would feel at ease.

Caspian pondered, then shook his head and continued toward his residence.

Soon, the process of participating in the nation’s official religious election slowly unfolded in Caspian’s mind like a picture scroll.

These images made Caspian feel that the key links were missing.

It was like a painting scroll contaminated by black ink in several areas, and these places were the spots that would best express the artistic conception of the painting.

After returning to the room, Caspian did not immediately meditate or lie down to rest.

Instead, he sat by the table, tapping rhythmically on the surface.

He did not even say anything when Handsome and Little Candy approached him curiously.

Caspian finally stopped the movement of his fingers and looked at Handsome.

The little pig dozed on Little Candy’s back.

“Handsome, let’s play a game?”

Handsome opened its eyes and glanced at Caspian.

Then, the little pig shut his eyes again, replying, “Are you that bored? You know I’m not interested in these.”

Caspian laughed.

“If you don’t play along, there’s a chance that I may die because of your refusal.

But of course, I don’t want that to happen.”

“Huh?” Hearing this result, Handsome’s eyes opened, and its pig ears twitched as it exclaimed, “Is it that serious?”

“It’s possible, but you know that I like to be more prepared.

Hence, even if it can’t be used now, it might be useful in the future.

What do you think?”

When Handsome saw Caspian’s faint smile, the little pig pondered before nodding.

“Alright, let’s do it! But I’m just letting you know beforehand that I might not remember it if it’s too difficult.”

“Don’t worry.

It’s easy.” Caspian nodded.

Swoosh!

He cut a bloody opening on his wrist.

“What are you doing?!” Handsome was shocked and quickly jumped over.

Little Candy’s nose twitched when it smelled the pungent iron scent, and the little tiger also woke up.

When it noticed that Caspian’s wrist bled, the little tiger anxiously approached Caspian, wanting to lick his wound.

“It’s alright.” Caspian patted the little tiger, and then he centered his thoughts.

The blood dripping on the table wriggled a few times, suddenly turning into a moving eyeball.

“The Eye of Insight!” Handsome instantly recognized Caspian’s spell.