My Weekly Refreshing Mentor Spirit

"Isn’t it obvious at a glance?" The Half-Elf said with a pout and ignored him.

Xue Dili wasn’t annoyed; who knows why this Half-Elf was acting so cold. He initially wanted to say, "Someone of your level doesn’t qualify to act this way towards me," but he decided against it.

Perhaps she’s suspicious I drugged her, hence her vigilance. There’s no help for it; I have too many debuffs myself.

Xue Dili began deciphering the words, the translation software left by the Great Sage still faithfully recording each symbol, quickly deciphering and converting them into language Xue Dili could fully understand.

"When the four figures step in, death will follow like a shadow."

"Four go together, one dies, the courtesan sees the stele and strolls as if in the yellow springs."

"Four go together, two die, the princess sees the stele and falls upon impaling corpses."

"Four go together, three die, the martyr sees the stele and flames consume the body."

"Four go together, all die, the monster sees the stele, madness as if soulless..."

Despite the aid of the translation software, Xue Dili felt his translation skills weren’t great; the text was neatly contrasted, forming four lines akin to ancient verse, filled with literary beauty from the world’s civilization.

But relying on the Great Sage’s translation software, he could barely translate them clumsily, lacking rhyme and order, but the rough meaning was conveyed.

After Xue Dili translated these words, the remaining people changed faces drastically.

Whether it was the middle-aged man, the Half-Elf, or the noble young lady, all looked over in horror; still, the Half-Elf spoke with a huff, "You deciphered this text so quickly? Or are you just saying things?"

"It’s magic, I used Divine Art, quite magical, isn’t it? But this is how the inscription reads." Xue Dili said casually.

At that moment, unknown to them and unnoticed by Xue Dili, several seniors watched through a pocket watch, able to transmit sound, hearing the translated text by Xue Dili.

They smiled and said, "Indeed, the captain’s death truly opened the ritual that can bring us home, Resentful Spirit Island... Once we sacrifice four souls here, we can escape this torturous world and return home..."

Said the senior with three rows of teeth.

"Alas, this is the final chance our captain gives us. As long as we achieve the sacrifice conditions for Lord Evil God here, we can forever leave this damned place and return home..." Another woman said, but her face was full of pain, "But the captain remained in the previous world, we watched helplessly as his chest was torn open, his organs pulled out bit by bit..."

"That was the captain’s final help for us; what we can do is complete this sacrifice, align the souls of these four newcomers with the prophecy, and we can return to the real world." Another senior chuckled bitterly, holding the woman in his arms, "We will definitely go back..."

"And the order of the sacrifices has come out, a courtesan, a princess, a martyr, and a monster..." The man with three rows of teeth wrote and drew on the ground, "Complete alignment."

"The courtesan should be that Half-Elf, someone dirty all over, seeming to live at the bottom of the slums, likely surviving by selling her body, hence aligning with the prophecy as a courtesan."

"The princess should be that noble young lady from the Royal Academy."

"The martyr is the priest who can become a spell caster, though out of here he is noble, but here, in the nightmare world we experienced, this level of spell caster is no different from common folk."

"As for the final monster, would it be that middle-aged baron?" The man with three rows of teeth pondered; others could align with the prophecy, only this last baron couldn’t align.

This baron seemed more like an old gentleman than a monster.

"He probably hides well, the filth of nobles is unimaginable to us. I heard there are nobles who lavishly entertain the lower class, even inviting them to their homes to let them experience noble life, ultimately giving the lower class some money," someone said.

"Isn’t that good?"

"Hehe, did you know, in the end, when the City Guard Army raided his home, they found tens of thousands of twisted skeletons in the noble’s backyard, all of those previously lured to his home! This baron likely is the same as the noble in the story, appearing normal but is actually a monster inside."

"Makes sense, the prophecy aligns perfectly."

The four of them exchanged glances, issuing a joyful smile, finally able to leave this death cruise.

...

Simultaneously, on another side.

Once Xue Dili finished deciphering, silence instantly fell; obviously, the people present weren’t fools, they naturally realized the numbers above corresponded to themselves.

A courtesan, a princess, a martyr, and a monster...

They all looked at each other, choosing their identities, silently distancing from the middle-aged baron.

"I’m sure I’m not some monster, I’m purely human," the baron said, as if ready to strip to prove it.

"No need, better keep some distance between us," the Half-Elf said, drawing a knife covered in aging patina with horizontal marks against her chest.

"I agree, that’s indeed better..." the noble young lady said.

Xue Dili shrugged, he almost felt like he was on a countryside outing, casually playing a game of Werewolf, not knowing why lately his banter technique improved so much.

"Venerable King, Venerable King, found anything?" Xue Dili asked the Mimic Venerable King opening a box.

Mimic Venerable King: "..."

"It’s a bit tricky, this apostle protects their information too well. Every time I feel close to catching them, they escape to another subspace, they seem to shift to other subspaces regularly, this method is too difficult to grasp..." the Mimic Venerable King complained.

It’s not impossible to box them; just now, here, their computing power isn’t high, simultaneously the Seventh Apostle is overly cautious, shifting space regularly, leaving the Mimic Venerable King to recalculate.

This made it difficult, not that they couldn’t catch, it’s just the opponent was too cautious. Why does an apostle change places every few minutes? Are they that afraid of death?

"If I had my full power, I could calculate the apostle’s position in seconds," the Mimic Venerable King grumbled.

"If you had your full power, then this piece would truly be your body, and calculating would be pointless, we could directly annihilate along with the subspace," Xue Dili tossed.

If the Mimic Venerable King body was present, let alone the Seventh Apostle, the entire Mist Council except for the Lord of Mist, the rest of the apostles would likely become speed bumps, the Mimic Venerable King could cheerfully hum "Life, can’t you let me off just this once" while cruising over the Mist Council.

Only that Lord of Mist, Xue Dili couldn’t quite grasp.

"So what’s going on now?" Xue Dili asked.

"You better keep playing; in the subspace the Seventh Apostle left, I noticed a similar ritual, it probably has some function, wait a bit, if the Seventh Apostle is hard to catch, I’ll decode this ritual..." Mimic Venerable King re-entered work mode, "This ritual might relate to the Seventh Apostle."

"Oh," Xue Dili responded, noticing the caution between the others toward the baron, yet he acted like nothing, approaching him and patting his shoulder.

"What wicked deeds did you do to earn the ’monster’ identity?" Xue Dili opened the Divine Purification Demon Eye, glanced at the baron, above his head, murder count 3.

A feudal noble with such few kills, Xue Dili doubted his identity corresponded to "monster."

Baron: "I don’t know!"