Chapter 1374 Don’t Be So Dramatic – Highlight Chapter from The Prince Who Was Raised in Hell
Chapter 1374 Don’t Be So Dramatic is a standout chapter in The Prince Who Was Raised in Hell by Liu Ya, where the pace intensifies and character dynamics evolve. Rich in drama and tension, this part of the story grips readers and pushes the Novel narrative into new territory.
His head hurt a little. It was like the feeling of swelling after sleeping too much. But more importantly, it was the kind of mental weakness and exhaustion.
There were no less than 20 people standing in the small mud hut.
Everyone was wearing coarse cloth clothes, they looked at Caspian with anger and vigilance.
“Who are you?” After looking around, Caspian asked in confusion.
Among the crowd, an elder with white beard took a step forward. He was the village chief.
“You fainted on the roadside at the entrance of our village. The people in our village discovered you and carried you back.”
Village Chief looked at Caspian carefully and asked, “Who are you? Why did you fall at the entrance of our village?”
“I am…” Under everyone’s gaze, Caspian just said two words.
All of a sudden, he could not say the rest.
“Who am I?” Caspian was at a loss.
Everyone was staring at him, waiting for his next words. But after a pause, Caspian stopped talking.
Seeing the thoughtful look on Caspian’s face, the villagers looked at each other in dismay.
Village Chief had been carefully examining Caspian. As the oldest person in the village, he naturally had more knowledge than the other Villagers. Seeing Caspian’s expression at this moment, he understood that he must have been stimulated and lost his memory.
Sure enough, after a while, Caspian looked at Village Chief with an apologetic expression, “I’m sorry, I don’t seem to remember who I am and why I’m here…”
“It doesn’t matter. Take your time to think about it. You can live here tonight. Our village is called Stone Drake Village,” Village Chief comforted Caspian.
After that, he turned around and asked the villagers in the room to leave first, not to disturb Caspian’s rest.
When all the people in the room were gone, Caspian’s eyes gradually focused.
‘I’ve lost my memory… Don’t be so dramatic…’
However, some images flashed back and forth in his mind. Caspian could sense that there seemed to be some Karmic lines within the images. As time went by, the karmic lines slowly became clearer. It was like interweaving lines, eventually forming a complete picture, completely repairing the missing memories.
Thinking of this, Caspian closed his eyes and the room suddenly quieted down.
Outside the house, the villagers went home first after receiving Village Chief’s instructions. However, today, an outsider came to the village, and he lost his memory. At least for now, it seemed that there was no lack of communication materials tonight.
Among this group of villagers, one of them was left alone by Village Chief. This villager was the one who came back from chopping firewood and found Caspian by the roadside at the entrance of the village.
Village Chief carefully asked him about the details of Caspian.
The Villager explained in detail. However, the whole process was actually quite simple, so even if the explanation was very detailed, there was not much to describe.
After he finished speaking, the villager looked at Village Chief with a worried look and asked, “Village Chief, is there anything wrong with this person? Could he be a bandit from Dragon Spine Mountain?”
Village Chief shook his head, “I don’t think so. The bandits of Dragon Spine Mountain would never attack villages outside the mountain ridge… Moreover, I think this person has an extraordinary bearing. He doesn’t look like a vicious bandit…”
Seeing Caspian being carried into the village, Camille turned around and walked deep into the dense forest. She had been out for a long time this time. If she did not go back, it would be difficult to explain some things.
Dressed in a long silver dress, with a faint expression on her face and a jade flute in her hand, she walked under the moonlight. In a trance, her whole body seemed to shine.
“I said no, do you believe me?” The woman who came over glanced at Camille and answered.
“Yes, I believe whatever Sister Jezebel says.”
Camille still smiled. Her eyes, which were not covered by a veil, were curved like crescent moons. However, her right hand, which was behind her back, quietly reached into her left sleeve.
“Believe it or not. No matter where you go, who you meet, or what you want to do, it has nothing to do with me,” The woman holding the jade flute continued to walk forward.
There was a trace of doubt in Camille’s eyes.
Based on her understanding of this woman in front of her, she knew that the other party had never lied. However, as soon as she sent her brother there, the woman followed her. It was too coincidental to say that it had nothing to do with her.
Camille could not help but feel anxious when she saw that the woman was about to pass by her as if she was nothing. Furthermore, she was heading in the direction of the village that Camille had just left. However, she did not show any emotion on her face.
She still narrowed her eyes and said with a smile, “Sister Jezebel, don’t be so anxious. It’s rare for us sisters to meet here tonight. What a coincidence! Where are you going?”
Camille’s original purpose was to try to stop the woman and see if she could get some information from the woman.
If the other party was eager to leave, then the other party naturally had something important to do. But, the woman holding the jade flute really stopped. She was less than three meters in front of Camille.
She looked at Camille and said, “What a coincidence. Since you want to, let’s talk for a while.”
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