The Prince Who Was Raised in Hell

Chapter 39

“Really?” Moana frowned.

The next second, he yelled as loud as he could, “Help!”

After shouting that, he listened carefully, and there was no movement at all.

No one came either.

Jordan looked at Moana in surprise.

There was no fear and panic on Moana’s face as he expected, but there was excitement on his face instead.

“You’re right! No one’s coming!”

“It seems that you’re indeed a stubborn person.

Since that’s the case, I’ll teach you a lesson.

Otherwise, Young Master Ashton’s hands might get dirty.”

When he regained his senses, Jordan laughed menacingly.

Then, he took out a shield the size of a washbowl from behind and placed it in front of him.

“I’d like to see how you’ll escape my fourth-grade Groundbreaker Shield.”

“Fourth-grade weapon?” Moana glanced at the shield, and his eyes lit up.

Soon, he weighed his Silver Scales Spear.

Then, just like a cannonball, Moana instantly rushed at James with the Silver Scales Spear sweeping at James.

“Ha! It’s useless! I’ve inquired about your Silver Scales Spear before this, and it’s only a third-grade weapon weighing not more than one hundred kilograms.

On the other hand, my Groundbreaker Shield has force-reducer inscription on it, and it can withstand at least three hundred kilograms of force!”

Before Jordan could finish speaking, his voice was entirely swallowed by the surging waves of wind caused by the sweeping of the long spear.

In an instant, Jordan felt what was coming at him was not a third-grade Silver Scales Spear but a monster that was running wild and a destructive storm.

Then, Jordan raised his Groundbreaker Shield to block himself.

Bang!

The loud noise was like thunder striking the ground.

Light flashed on the surface of the Groundbreaker Shield, and it swiftly exploded into pieces.

The massive impact from the explosion blasted Jordan away at once.

His arms crackled as it broke, his internal organs suffered from the blow, and he soon spat out a mouthful of blood.

Then, like a meteor, Jordan was tossed seven meters away, smashing through a wall next to them.

As he was stuck in the hole, there were no movements from him anymore, only a pair of quivering legs hanging out.

“You dare block my way with this ability?” Moana snorted.

He did not cast Jordan another glance and left the Lawrence Manor.

‘The effect of weight inscription is indeed obvious.

Silver Scales Spear was only a hundred kilogram before this, coupled with my swinging strength.

It’d be at most five hundred kilograms of force.

If the Groundbreaker Shield blocked it, Jordan would be unharmed from the remaining hundred kilograms.

With the weight inscription, the Silver Scales Spears suddenly became two hundred kilograms, and when I swung it, it could create a force of about one thousand kilograms.

If the Groundbreaker Shield could withstand the force, then something was up…’

As Moana was thinking about that, he was walking nonstop.

Not long after, Moana was away from the Lawrence Manor and arrived at a secluded alley.

Moana glanced around to ensure no one was there before keeping the Silver Scales Spear in the Earring of Echo.

When he saw Jordan’s Groundbreaker Shield, Moana instantly remembered that he had third-grade scimitars from the Yates family’s servant.

Thus, he wanted to use this opportunity to sell it.

Moana did not plan to sell the other fourth-grade long sword as he wanted to use it after engraving it with an inscription.

After taking out the scimitars, Moana took a piece of shape-shifting inscription and pressed it on his face.

Soon, Moana felt his face muscles tightened and then slowly relaxed.

Moana took the knife and used the blade as a mirror to look at his reflection.

He noticed that his face became long and narrow, his eyes droopy, and his lips turned thick and plump.

The appearance was extremely foreign, and it was different from Moana’s face.

‘The effect’s great!’ Moana nodded his head in satisfaction.

The shape-shifting inscription effect did not have a specific time limit.

Therefore, when the user was done, they just needed to rub a few particular spots on their face to restore their original appearance.

Only the shape-shifting inscription inscriber knew the specific spots.

Hence, Moana need not worry about other people seeing through him.

Moana walked wobbly with the strange face on, and he soon arrived at the Evergreen Town‘s business district he visited yesterday.

After a few observations, Moana turned into a small shop in a relatively remote area.

Seeing that the guy in the shop took a nap, Moana walked over, slapped the table, and yelled with a rough voice, “Hey! Do you buy weapons?!”

The guy was annoyed as he was abruptly woken up from his dream.

Nonetheless, since it was a customer, he could only greet him with a smile.

Moreover, the customer did not appear to be friendly at all.

“We do.

Of course, we do.

May I know what type of weapons you are planning to sell?” The guy hurriedly asked.

Then, Moana purposely looked around to ensure that there was no one before taking out the scimitars from his chest.

“I want to sell this weapon for six hundred fedulings!”

The guy glanced at the scimitars a few times and laughed.

“Sir, this is a third- grade weapon, and it’s quite damaged, so we can’t buy it for six hundred fedulings.

However, we’ll accept it for one hundred and fifty fedulings.”

“One hundred and fifty fedulings? Are you trying to cheat me! This is a third-grade weapon! It’s alright if you don’t want it. Property © NôvelDrama.Org.

I’ll just go to another shop!” Moana cursed as he grabbed the scimitars, ready to walk away.

Of course, the guy would not let Moana leave just like that.

After all, a customer was finally at his door.

He hurriedly walked forward and pulled Ishac.

Then, with a smile on his face, he said, “Don’t be anxious and take a seat first.

Why don’t you have some tea while I ask our shopkeeper to discuss it with you?”

“That’s more like it.” Moana looked around and arrogantly took a seat.

” Well, I’m just letting you know that I’m only going to agree on six hundred fedulings.

No less!”

“Sure, sure.

Of course.” The guy comforted Ishac.

When he turned around, he twitched his lips and walked to the back.

After a while, a shopkeeper in his forties walked out.

He took a look at the scimitars and chuckled.

“I’m afraid the origin of this weapon isn’t legal, right?”

Moana’s expression changed, and he straightened his neck and roared, “It’s… It’s none of your business! I found it by the roadside, and I took it! Do you want it or not? If you don’t, I’ll leave!”

“Come on, don’t be impatient,” the shopkeeper chuckled, “These scimitars aren’t worth six hundred fedulings.

How about this? I’m willing to buy them for two hundred fedulings.

I won’t ask you where you got them, and if someone asks me, I’d tell them no one came to my small shop to sell this third-grade weapon.

What do you think?”

“You’re sure you won’t tell anyone about this?” Moana showed a doubtful expression.

“Not only will I not tell anyone about this, but you can also bring over other weapons that you find next time.

I can assure you that I’ll give you a reasonable price, and most importantly, it’s safe too,’’ the shopkeeper replied with a faint smile.

“Alright.

Then, I’ll just suffer some losses.

I’ll settle with two hundred,” Moana spoke through gritted teeth.

“Great!” The shopkeeper ordered the other guy to bring in some money.

Then, he sat and accompanied Moana for a chat.

The shopkeeper was in a good mood.

After all, his shop was rather remote, and business was never that good.

Thus, when he received the third-grade scimitars, he knew that it could be sold for at least four to five hundred fedulings after polishing, which meant that he would earn double what he bought it for.

Hence, how miserable could the shopkeeper be at this moment?