My esoteric uncle Jules

Chapter 17 Ashore

Jules looked at the body of Ruth's mother and felt as if he was still in a dream.

Was it over just like that? A cultist on the same level as Steel had his life ended just like that?

He swallowed, tried to calm himself down, and asked:
"Is there anything else we should do?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the iron ceiling suddenly collapsed and fell in front of him, scaring Jules.

The machine soul was dead, and its skin was now covered with rust at an alarming rate.

In just a breath, the iron sheet became old and droopy under the erosion of time, and was covered with moss called rust.

"According to the procedure, we still have to search the scene, but we have to withdraw now."

Steel carried the body of Ruth's mother and said in a deep voice:
"This wreckage is what mystical scholars call a 'corpse.' If it weren't for the machine spirit, it would have been completely destroyed during the ritual."

His gaze lingered on the agent's body and he fell into a brief silence, but he soon recovered.
"It's too late to collect the bodies. Let's go."

The wreckage gradually began to disintegrate and sank into the sea with the waves, making a deafening noise.

On the way, the two were separated by the surging sea, but Tietie's departure allowed Jules to act freely.

A gorgeous diamond necklace hangs around his neck, allowing him to swim freely in the sea.

As he climbed ashore, he suddenly felt something and looked back towards the deep sea.

[Heart of the Ocean] was slightly hot, as if responding to the call from the deep sea.

"It seems that what Lolita said is true. There is something under the sea." His eyes flashed slightly.

The voice of steel suddenly sounded:
"Jules... No, Dark Crow, are you okay?"

Jules quickly took back the Heart of the Ocean and pretended to lament:

"Luckily I learned to swim, otherwise I would have drowned in it..."

Tietie grinned, pulled Yule ashore, and used his ability to help Yule dry his clothes.

A thin layer of salt crystals hung on his clothes, as if snowflakes were falling on him.

As he was about to leave and get into the carriage, Jules turned his head and looked at the disintegrated wreckage in the distance.

Since the real Titanic has a machine soul, it is very likely that the one in the Sixth History Fragment also has one.

The mystery of Ruth's "walking corpse", the machine spirit of Titanic, and the inexplicable call from the bottom of the sea...

This mission really brought him a lot of gains, which required a lot of time to digest.

However, the most important thing is about promotion.

As soon as the thought came to his mind, Jules quickly asked for the relevant matters while the two of them were still together.

After hearing this, the latter said that he would take care of it.

……

In the Rose Manor, at a grand ball.

A woman smiled and clinked glasses with Carl:
"Mr. Karl, you are truly elegant. Although you are not of an ancient bloodline, you are more graceful than their descendants. They are just barbarians wearing precious furs, and your soul shines brightly against their backdrop."

Carl sat upright in his chair, smiling reservedly:
"Haha, no, I still have a lot of room for improvement."

His eyes wandered over the lady in front of him, making her look a little shy.

However, the lady did not realize that the look in Carl's eyes when he looked at her was not filled with desire for her beauty, but with greed for her body.

Appetite-related.

Karl was about to say something else when suddenly, the servant handed him a telegram.

"Can't you see I'm talking about elegant topics with this beautiful lady?" He frowned and scolded.

The servant said tremblingly:

"Yes, it's very important..."

Karl's face froze as he thought of something. He quickly finished reading and his face became extremely ugly.

"Excuse me, ma'am, I have something urgent to do and need to leave for a while."

After a while, Carl rushed to the lounge of the ball, and several familiar nobles entered with him.

He glanced around, his face gloomy:

"I even helped her corrupt her machine spirit as a favor, but the old woman still failed."

He was referring, of course, to Ruth's mother.

Someone frowned: "Mrs. Bookett is dead?"

Carl nodded dully.

"But fortunately, her bloodline died out a long time ago, and even her only daughter was sacrificed not long ago, so it won't implicate us too much."

His words were extremely cold, without a trace of affection for Ruth, as if the "engagement" had never happened.

"But the Suppression Bureau will certainly use this as an excuse to launch a search." A noble frowned.

Carl narrowed his eyes and said:

"Don't worry, we won't be found, and you all don't need to worry about the Feast of Flesh and Blood not being able to proceed smoothly. As long as you can help me complete the ritual and allow me to truly enter the third level, I will fulfill all the conditions agreed to in advance."

His words were full of confidence:
"I've already figured out the approximate location of the survivor. From here, we just need to investigate slowly. Don't worry, I've found high-quality ingredients for tonight's flesh and blood feast. Please enjoy!"

The nobles licked their scarlet lips and congratulated in unison:

"Congratulations, Mr. Carl. You are about to take a step further on the path of the Invisible Art."

……

Whitethorn Street.

Steel got off the stagecoach and knocked on the door of Mrs. Boleyn's apartment.

"Excuse me, is Monsieur Jules at home? Tell him the police want to see him."

Mrs. Boleyn poked her head out and looked at the well-dressed, elite-looking middle-aged man in front of her, and said:

"Yes, please wait for me to inform him."

Jules was having lunch in the apartment. After hearing Madame Pauline's description, he immediately confirmed that it was Steel who came to see him.

"Please ask that gentleman to come in."

After a while, Steel entered the room under the guidance of Yule. He was a little surprised when he saw Lolita:
"Who is she? I remember she wasn't there when we arranged your accommodation."

"My friend asked me to look after her, and we just got in touch recently." Yule made up a story about Lolita's origin without blushing or beating his heart.

He had discussed this with Lolita in advance. Although she was young, she was very smart and could understand things as soon as she heard them.

After saying that, he turned around and let Lolita into the room, while he talked to Steel alone.

Steel didn't ask any more questions and nodded.

"Just be careful. The esoteric cultists' methods are very strange. We were just lucky last time. Don't take it lightly. Even a human embryo can become their murder weapon."

"However, I still have to report it when I get back. Do you mind?"

"Of course not." Yules smiled on the surface, but secretly he felt relieved.

It seems that the Suppression Bureau doesn't care much about Lolita's appearance.

He had a reason for letting Lolita show up—if he didn't explain it clearly in advance, it would be more difficult to explain later.

"The organization is very satisfied with the results of this operation, so you are now a formal member of the Anti-Suppression Bureau. Dark Raven will be your official code name from now on."

Jules nodded perfunctorily and asked the most concerning question:
"So what did the bureau say about my promotion?"

(End of this chapter)