The Prince Who Was Raised in Hell novel Chapter 784

"The withered heart of frost!" An uncontrollable excitement flashed through Nicolas's eyes, causing his body to tremble slightly.

Taking a deep breath to suppress the beating of his heart, Nicolas asked again in a dry voice, "The withered heart of frost is the only medicinal ingredients to treat my brother. May I ask if you can give it to me? I, Nicolas, will definitely repay you well."

After that, Nicolas held his breath and waited for the other party’s response.

At this moment, almost everyone was so nervous that they couldn't breathe.

The air around seemed to have stopped flowing at this time.

In the blink of an eye, decades seemed to have passed.

A moment later, the other cultivator in a black cloak raised his hand and slowly pressed down the arm of his companion holding the withered heart of frost.

"You don't want to." Seeing this, Nicolas's eyes darkened and his mouth was filled with bitterness.

In fact, he had expected this result.

However, the withered heart of frost was right in front of him. How could he give up?

The gloomy mood only lasted for a moment before Nicolas raised his head again, his eyes flashing with a bright light. "If you need anything, please speak frankly. The withered heart of frost is related to my brother's life, so as long as you are willing to give it to me, I am willing to pay any price."

"Big Brother!" Jade exclaimed.

Nicolas offered the condition himself and it was two completely different concepts if the other party asked for it.

If the other party asked you to exchange your life for it, would you really sacrifice your life?

Nicolas looked at Jade, shook his head, and said firmly, "I've made up my mind. You don't have to say anything."

As his voice fell, he looked at the two cultivators in black cloaks again. "What do you think? Please think about it."

"The decision-making power of the Withered Heart of Frost is not in my hands." At this time, the cultivator who had just pressed down his companion's arm made a sound.

This voice sounded very young, as if he was the same age as everyone else.

However, no one noticed that the moment Caspian heard the cultivator's voice; he froze on the spot as if he had been struck by lightning, and the expression on his face froze.

Shock, confusion, nervousness, anger, grievance, hatred, and reminiscence flashed through his eyes.

"If it's not in your hands, then who is it?" Nicolas hurriedly asked.

What he feared the most was not that the other party did not agree with his condition, but that the other party would not speak.

As long as the other party spoke, there would be room for negotiation.

So he asked in a hurry.

"The decision-making power is, of course, in…" The cultivator raised his hand and pointed at the crowd from afar. His tone was full of unpredictable sourness and gloom. "It's in the hands of Casper Montgomery."

"Casper Montgomery?"

"Casper Montgomery!"

"How did he know Casper Montgomery?"

"You know Casper Montgomery?"

"Casper Montgomery, who is he?"

The moment the other party called out the name, everyone looked at Caspian in surprise.

At this moment, Caspian only felt a sense of numbness, like lightning, climbing up his spine and up to the back of his head.

At this moment, all the blood in his body rushed to his brain, and his back and scalp were numb. He seemed to be stunned and stood still.

It was him!

It was him!

Caspian shouted in his heart.

Although Yvonne had reminded him before, Caspian was ready to meet him.

However, Caspian never thought that he would meet that person in such a short time!