My portable grandfather refreshes every week

A question mark slowly appeared on everyone's face.

They still don't understand how the priest, magic, and the little boy got involved.

However, they had already arrived at the small village on this island of vengeful spirits. Xue Dinglu looked around and realized that it was more like a mansion or castle than a village, with classical decorations and buildings surrounding the castle standing there.

Xue Dinglu opened his Divine Cleansing Demon Eyes again, but still saw nothing, only many traces left by demons.

The aura of those demons shone brightly in the eyes of the Divine Purification Demon, and Xue Dinglu immediately nodded.

“As expected, our previous guess was correct,” Xue Dinglu asked the Mimic King.

But at this moment, the Mimic King seemed to be busy opening the box for the Seventh Apostle and had no time to pay attention to himself.

Xue Dinglu didn't press the matter, but instead said, "Let's go."

Not seeing the original group of old reincarnators who had arrived on the island at the beginning, Master Xue looked around and then entered the castle.

The walls of the castle were covered with deep purple vines, the tendrils of which swayed slightly in the moonlight. The iron fence had long been rusted into sharp claw-like shapes, and the gargoyle statues on both sides of the porch had a ghostly gleam in their eye sockets.

There was no sign of human activity here.

“I can guess what will happen next. We will definitely rest separately, and then there will be screams tonight. Then we will find a corpse in front of us in an extremely gruesome way…” Xue Dinglu looked at the tower standing in the middle of the castle and even thought about what would happen next.

The middle-aged gentleman seemed thoughtful, and said, "Father, how much magic do you still have?"

“That kind of technique? I could use it as a light source for days and nights,” Xue Luding said.

He even tried to understate the numbers so as not to surprise the natives with even more exaggerated figures; he was already a numbers monster.

All three looked at Xue Luding in shock once again, none of them daring to guess what kind of bishop-level existence Xue Luding belonged to.

Xue Law just wants to say that you are being too conservative in your thinking. Even within the Papacy, his rank is at the level of an "angel".

“Then let’s find a place to rest together. As this priest said, resting separately will put us in danger. Who knows what monsters are waiting for us on this island…” The middle-aged baron seemed very worried. Perhaps he was frightened by the stories of those veterans, or perhaps he was frightened by this world.

The noblewoman nodded quickly, but the half-elf said, "Okay, but stay away from me. I don't know if you, this fairy-like priest, have done anything to me..."

She stared intently at Xue Dinglu, her face beneath the hood filled with disdain.

Xue was completely bewildered, wondering when he had offended this half-elf.
Also, why use the adjective "fairy" to describe yourself?
Xue Law considers his clothing and appearance to be normal: messy hair, hoodie, jeans, the standard attire of a male college student, the kind of outfit that would make him stand out in a crowd, at least one in ten people.

Furthermore, my appearance hasn't changed much. I looked the same in high school as I do now, except for some strange debuffs. Who are you calling a fairy?

Could it be because he was seen shuddering when he learned she was a half-elf? Speaking of which, he was shocked by her half-elf identity because of the other half-elves he had met before…

Apart from Fafnir, everyone else is extremely outrageous...the kind of person who could give Xue's Law a certain psychological trauma, and the area of ​​that psychological trauma is second only to Zeus.

He switched back to the system and checked again. The favorability rating was 88. Wasn't that an increase? Could it be that his mother's system was a fake and was already showing obvious bugs?

Xue Dinglu tapped the system with his soul, found that the values ​​on it had not changed, and then stopped paying attention to it.

“Then I think you should stay as far away from me as possible, Miss Half-Elf. I get a headache just looking at half-elves now,” Xue Dinglu said calmly.

"Tch..." The half-elf hid himself under his hood and then found a place to lean against.

The middle-aged baron and the noble lady seemed to gradually get together, perhaps because they belonged to the same noble faction and couldn't associate with Xue Luding, the "clergyman," or the half-elf, a person from the lower class.

However, Xue Dinglu began to search for information here, and the first thing he saw was this square stele.

Both the half-elf and the middle-aged baron seemed to have noticed the inscription on the monument, but they couldn't understand it and left after glancing at it.

When Xue Dinglu stepped forward to examine it, the middle-aged baron remained silent, while the half-elf said with dissatisfaction, "The writing on it does not belong to any script I know. In fact, it looks like phonetic script rather than hieroglyphic script. I can't even guess what it is."

The half-elf's words piqued Xue's interest, and he countered, "You also understand language interpretation? You can even distinguish between phonetic and pictographic scripts?"

At first, this half-elf was dressed like a person from the lower class, with a dirty hood, close-fitting leather armor, and a self-protective, hissing attitude like a kitten, which made people have a very low impression of her, thinking that she was the kind of person who lived in the slums or the mountains and barely made a living.

But now it seems that she at least has some knowledge.

"Isn't this obvious at a glance?" the half-elf said dismissively, then ignored him.

Xue Lude wasn't angry. Who knew what kind of breath this half-elf was exhaling? He had originally wanted to say, "Kimi, you're not qualified to exhale at me," but then he thought better of it.

She probably suspects I drugged her, which is why she's so wary. I can't help it, I have too many debuffs on me.

Xue's Law began to interpret the text above. The translation software left behind by the great sage still faithfully recorded every word, and began to quickly decipher and convert it into Xue's native language, which he could fully understand.

“When the four figures step in, death will follow them like a shadow.”

"Four people traveled together, one died, and the courtesan who saw this stele felt as if she were walking towards the Yellow Springs."

"Of the four who traveled together, two died. When the princess saw this stele, she fell and pierced the corpse."

"Four people walked together, three died, and the martyrs who saw this monument were consumed by flames."

"Four people traveled together, all four died; when the monster saw this monument, it went mad as if it had lost its soul..."

Despite the help of translation software, Xue felt that his translation skills were really not very good. The text above was neatly matched point by point, forming four lines of ancient poetry, full of the literary beauty of this world civilization.

However, even with the help of the Great Sage's translation software, he could only manage a rough translation, neither rhyming nor grammatically correct, but the general meaning was conveyed. After Xue Dinglu translated the text, the expressions of the others changed drastically.

Whether it was the middle-aged man, the half-elf, or even the noble lady, they all looked over in horror. The half-elf, still panting, said, "You were able to decipher the writing here so quickly? Or are you just making this up?"

"It's magic. I used divine magic. Isn't that amazing? But that's what the inscription on the tablet here says," Xue Luding said nonchalantly.

Meanwhile, in a place unknown to them, and in a corner unnoticed by Xue Lude, those veterans looked over through a pocket watch and could even transmit their voices, hearing the text translated by Xue Lude.

Smiles spread across their faces as they said, "Indeed, the captain's death has opened the ritual that will allow us to return home. Ghost Island... Once we offer the last four souls here, we can escape this tormenting world and finally go home...?"

"This is what the veteran with three rows of teeth said."

“Alas, this is the last chance the captain gave us. As long as we fulfill the conditions for the sacrifice to the evil god here, we can leave this hellish place forever and go home…” another woman said, but her face was full of pain. “But the captain was left in the previous world. We watched helplessly as his chest was ripped open and his internal organs were ripped out bit by bit…”

“That was the captain’s last bit of help. All we can do is complete this sacrifice, aligning the souls of these four newcomers with the prophetic meaning, and then we can return to the mortal world.” Another veteran smiled bitterly, holding the woman beside him in his arms. “We will definitely be able to go back…”

“And those who need to be sacrificed in order have already come out: a courtesan, a princess, a martyr, and a monster…” The man with three rows of teeth scribbled on the ground, “and it matches perfectly.”

"The prostitute must be that half-elf, a dirty person who looks like she lives at the very bottom of the slums. She probably survives by selling her body, which is why she corresponds to the prostitute in the prophecy."

"Princess, that must be the young lady from the noble royal academy."

"The martyr is the priest who became a spellcaster. Although he was a noble spellcaster before, here, in this nightmare world we are experiencing, spellcasters of this level are no different from ordinary people."

"As for the final monster, will it be that middle-aged baron?" The man with three rows of teeth pondered. Everyone else's prophecy matched, but the final baron's did not.

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

"I guess he's hiding it very well. The filth of the nobility is beyond our imagination. I've heard that some nobles will treat the lower classes to good food and drink, and even take them to their homes to let them experience the life of the nobility, and then give them a sum of money in the end," someone said.

"Isn't this bad?"

"Hehe, did you know that when the city guards searched his house, they found tens of thousands of twisted skeletons in the nobleman's backyard? They were all low-class people who had been tricked into coming to his house by this nobleman! This baron is probably like the nobleman in this story, seemingly normal on the surface, but actually a twisted monster."

"That makes sense; this way, the prophecy will correspond perfectly."

After exchanging glances, the four of them smiled with delight. Finally, they could leave this cruise ship of death.

……

Meanwhile, on the other side.

After Xue's Law was explained, the room fell silent for a moment. It was clear that no one present was stupid; they naturally realized that the records on the table corresponded one-to-one with the four of them.

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

They all looked at the others, choosing their own identities, and silently moved a step away from the middle-aged baron.

"I am certain that I am not a monster; I am purely human," the Baron said, as if he were about to take off his clothes to prove himself.

“No need, it’s best if we keep some distance from each other.” The half-elf said, taking out a dagger with a patina and holding it horizontally in front of his chest.

“I also think this is the best…” said the noble lady.

Xue Daoli shrugged. He even felt like he was on a picnic and vacation, and casually played a game of Werewolf. He didn't even know why, but his ability to talk nonsense had improved a lot recently.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty, have you found it yet?" Xue Dinglu continued to ask the mimicking Your Majesty who had opened the box.

Mimicry King: "..."

"This is a bit troublesome. This apostle is too good at protecting his information. Every time I think I'm about to catch him, he hides in another subspace. It seems that he comes to other subspaces every once in a while. This is too difficult to find any evidence against him..." the Mimic King complained.

It wasn't that He couldn't figure out the other party, but His own computing power wasn't high enough right now, and the Seventh Apostle was being too cautious, changing locations every so often, which meant the Mimic King had to recalculate.

This made Him very uncomfortable. It wasn't that He couldn't catch Him, but that the other side was just too cautious. What was going on with an apostle changing locations every few minutes? Were you that afraid of dying?

"If I had the computing power of the original body, I could pinpoint the location of this apostle in seconds," the Mimic King cursed.

"If you had the computing power of your original body, this fragment of yours would probably be the real original body. In that case, we wouldn't need to calculate anything; we could just wipe out the Seventh Apostle in no time, including the subspace and the Apostles!" Xue Dinglu complained.

If the real Mimic King were here, let alone the Seventh Apostle, the entire Mist Council, except for the Lord of the Mist, would probably be treated as a speed bump. The Mimic King could hum "Life, can you please let me off this time?" and then crush the entire Mist Council.

Only the Lord of the Mist, Xue's Law, is a bit hard to understand.

"So what's the situation now?" Xue Dinglu complained.

“You should play first. I saw a similar ritual in the subspace where the Seventh Apostle left. I guess this ritual is also somewhat effective. Wait a moment. If it’s difficult to capture the Seventh Apostle, I’ll try to break this ritual while I’m at it…” The Mimic King entered working mode again. “This ritual may also be related to the Seventh Apostle.”

"Oh," Xue Luding responded. At the same time, he saw that everyone present was wary of the middle-aged baron. Xue Luding, however, walked over to him as if nothing had happened and patted him on the shoulder.

"What despicable thing did you do to be able to obtain the identity of 'monster'?" Xue Dinglu opened his Divine Cleansing Demon Eyes, looked at the baron, and saw the number of people killed above his head: 3.

Given that a feudal nobleman only had such a small number of heads, Xue Dinglu found it hard to believe that his identity corresponded to that of a "monster".

Baron: "I don't know!" (End of Chapter)