My Weekly Refreshing Mentor Spirit

Chapter 422 324: In a World Undergoing the First Industrial Revolution (Part 4)

As for this world...

Xue Dili peered through the crevice at the world outside the sewer. The dim gas lamp cast flickering shadows on the damp brick walls. The murky sewage carried oil stains and industrial waste.

In the distance, steam hissed from the cracks in the rusty pipes, weaving with the underground's chilly moisture into a white mist.

Rats scurried in the shadows, rustling at his feet, occasionally startled by the distant mechanical roaring, scattering in all directions, while the fog seemed to envelop the entire city.

In the distance came the sound of chains rubbing, as if some massive machine was in operation, with every collision making the heart violently stir within the chest.

Does it look like a city from the First Industrial Revolution?

Xue Dili asked, looking at the little beggar who summoned him. At this moment, the little beggar, seemingly insane, was extremely excited, with strange runes drawn in blood all over the ground, and Xue Dili took the opportunity to record these runes.

And after a while, the little beggar finally came to his senses, looked at Xue Dili, and revealed a row of incomplete yellow teeth, saying, "Seems like I'm quite lucky, it turns out I also have a day to become a great hero, follow me, with you, I can become a noble!"

He said excitedly, but his attitude did not satisfy Xue Dili.

There was always the feeling that this little beggar seemed to be treating him as merchandise.

Even just as the goods that would elevate him to nobility.

Xue Dili narrowed his eyes, scrutinizing this person, discovering that his left sleeve was empty, his whole being young but with missing teeth, as if surviving only on very coarse food most of the time.

Similarly, his twisted, deformed skeleton seemed to be the result of enduring overloaded labor since childhood.

Just as Xue Dili was about to use the Cursed Blood to check his body and help absorb these root illnesses, the little beggar, apparently dissatisfied with Xue Dili's attitude, said fiercely, "Hurry up! I'm a one-in-a-million hero, let's leave this hellhole quickly, I can't wait to reclaim my ancestral honors and become a noble again!"

His fierce tone was all bark and no bite, a protective measure learned probably not to be bullied in this world, much like the way cats puff up and hiss.

But Xue Dili instantly withdrew his hand, squinting at this beggar.

He still had "Human Protection," which could increase the initial favorability of any human meeting him for the first time by 50%, and this was already after the increase, yet this little beggar was still so impolite.

His perception matched his hardships.

Xue Dili withdrew the Cursed Blood, silently lowering his head, and when he looked up, he gained a pair of black-framed glasses, squinting and smiling, "May I ask where this is?"

The black-framed glasses reflected the light in the dim sewer.

"This is the capital of humanity, Cromwell. Forget it, what am I doing discussing so much with a corpse, hurry up and let's go see the nobility. I can't wait to get the Queen's summon and participate in the great expedition as a human hero." The little beggar said unceremoniously, still cursing under his breath.

But these curses were not translated, and Xue Dili could only guess he was being foul-mouthed.

The gaze under the black-framed glasses squinted even more, and Xue Dili smiled, "It seems that with me, you can become a noble?"

"Ha, don't you know? Only the great heroes in human history can be summoned to participate in the great expedition, and the one who successfully summons a great hero will receive a summons from the Queen and be bestowed a title. In the future, I will reclaim my ancestors' honor and restore the noble title. Now, please call me Baron!" the little beggar arrogantly said.

Xue Dili continued to squint and smile, "Indeed, no one stands in the heavens from the beginning, not even the nobility."

He smiled, and soon the little beggar crawled out of the sewer, circling around as if with difficulty, leading Xue Dili to a mansion.

"Who goes there!" The guard immediately drew his sword at the sight of the little beggar.

"Open your eyes wide, I am the hero of the future great expedition, the genius who successfully summoned a Heroic Spirit, and now I am going to meet the Count. Is that how you talk to the future Baron?" The little beggar said.

The guard hesitated for a moment.

Soon, a person dressed as a butler bowed respectfully to the little beggar, saying, "This way, future Baron, the Count has prepared a feast for you. Is this the Heroic Spirit summoned by you?"

"Ha, you sure know your place." The little beggar was very pleased with the butler's attitude.

"Then I'll take the Heroic Spirit Sir away, and the guard will take you to meet the Count." The butler said with a smile.

"That's more like it." The little beggar arrogantly glared at the doorman.

Xue Dili did not intervene; he had now learned to let go of the help syndrome, respecting others' fates. Once, twice, but not thrice, this was already his third time courting death in a short period. Xue Dili intended to respect others' destinies.

And after the butler took him away, at that moment, he felt the connection between him and the little beggar sever.

"Did you make your move?" Xue Dili squinted at the butler.

And the butler bowed 90 degrees respectfully, saying, "Unknown Heroic Spirit Sir, the lowly and arrogant beggar is unworthy of being your master. I apologize to you, and if my presumptuous action displeases you, you can kill this old man on the spot to vent your anger."

Xue Dili's black-framed glasses reflected the kerosene lamp's light as he scrutinized the butler, saying, "Lead the way."

"Yes, Sir, the Count's feast is always open for you."