My esoteric uncle Jules

Chapter 19 Baker Street?
Baker Street.

The public carriage moved slowly, perhaps for fear of disturbing the residents who were still dreaming.

However, there were already several middle-aged women wearing headscarves and with tough looks, carrying a basket of small beans in their hands, going from house to house, blowing them out with blowpipes and knocking on the glass to wake up the residents.

Jules looked at the address on the business card and murmured to himself:
"Baker Street... is interesting."

Steel's real name is Lutos, which is a very common name for Le.

But Rutos's residence was a little unusual - he lived on Baker Street.

At first, Jules couldn't remember what Baker Street was and why it gave him a familiar feeling. After getting up early and going out to greet Holmes, he suddenly realized it.

In the Sherlock Holmes series of novels, isn’t Sherlock Holmes’ residence and detective agency at 221 Baker Street?

Fortunately, there is no No. 221 - at least not yet.

After getting off the carriage, Jules followed the address on the business card and found the apartment where Rutos lived.

After confirming that his owner had gotten up, he knocked on the door of the other party's apartment.

At this time, the haggard man who appeared in front of Jules was not good-looking, with sparse short stubble on his face.

No matter who comes, no one can connect it with the violent and ferocious steel before.

Lutos looked at Yule and was about to call out to Dark Crow, but suddenly remembered that this was not a mission, so he forced himself to suppress his temper:

"Jules, what's the matter? It's so early in the morning."

"Something about yesterday's book."

When Lutos heard this, he raised his eyebrows and said:

"Come in and talk."

He naturally heard that Jules had some questions about mysticism.

After closing the door, Yule didn't beat around the bush and directly took out the "Introduction to Mysticism" and said in a deep voice:
"Does it mean I can advance as long as the sequence is written in this book?"

Lutos frowned slightly, not quite understanding what Jules meant.

He sat on the bed, took a sip of the hot milk that had been heated in advance, and said:
"Of course both are possible. However, I recommend that you follow the principles of forging and become a 'blacksmith' like us. This will greatly facilitate your advancement."

"Is there something special about this sequence?" Yule was a little puzzled. He really couldn't see what was special about the Casting Principle.

Lutos smiled and shook his head. "It's not as complicated as you think. Let me ask you, what is the state religion of our empire?"

"It's the Steam Church, of course."

After saying this, Jules suddenly had a sudden realization:

"Are all the people in the Church of Steam transcendents of the Forging Code?"

Lutos snapped his fingers:

"Yes, each code serves a Hour, which is what people conventionally call a god. The Hour that our Forged Code serves is the god worshipped by the Church of Steam."

"The Church of Steam claims to be the 'God of Machinery,' but those who truly understand the mysticism respectfully call Him 'The Forge.'"

Sichen, the god in charge of time, is the name for gods in mysticism. Jules understood this after he had made up for the basic knowledge of mysticism.

Lutos continued:
"If you choose the path of Blacksmith like me, at least we can give you great convenience in your advancement. But if you choose another sequence..."

He looked embarrassed, then shook his head after a moment. "Many times, we're powerless, but we can still help most sequences, with the exception of the Secret History sequence, which is kind of insignificant."

Seeing that Jules's face looked a little strange, Lutos was stunned for a moment and blurted out:

"Do you want to follow the path of secret history?"

Yule smiled helplessly and said, "I know this is strange, so I came here specifically to ask for your opinion."

"Secret History..." Lutos did not rush to deny Jules's path. He just frowned and pondered for a while, then said:

"I'm not against you pursuing the path of esoteric history. In a sense, esoteric studies are just like secular skills. Hobbies and interests are important, and they represent the extent to which you are attracted to certain principles."

"If you're drawn to secret history upon your first encounter, it likely means you truly possess a talent for it. It's just that this promotion is too..."

He looked embarrassed.

Jules thought for a while and decided to make up a story:
"Actually, there's something I haven't told you. When I was young, I was very interested in all kinds of strange legends. I came across a strange treasure. I originally thought it was just a weird collectible, but after I came into contact with the occult, I suddenly realized that it seemed to help me complete the promotion ceremony of the Secret History."

When Lutos heard this, he raised his head slightly and looked at Jules with his deep eyes.

"Are you sure that this thing isn't a conspiracy by the esotericists, nor is it the product of some evil ritual?"

"Absolutely not," Jules said firmly, "If it were, I would have died long ago."

Lutos stood up, poured a cup of hot milk for Jules, and said lightly:
"In that case, it should be fine. However, someone at the Suppression Bureau might wonder how you were able to advance to the Secret History level. After all, in the past, only the children of prominent figures could achieve this."

"You only need to insist on the fact that you gained this by chance. They won't be able to do anything to you. After all, the Anti-Suppression Bureau itself isn't a well-organized organization. In the past, there were even esoteric followers who made it to the top of the Anti-Suppression Bureau."

Hearing such explosive old news, Jules's gossip heart was immediately ignited:
"What then?"

"And then? After killing a bunch of agents, he was killed by a big shot in the bureau."

"Tsk, boring. I thought there would be some interesting twist."

He also knew that Lutos in front of him had actually been dissatisfied with the Anti-Suppression Bureau for a long time, so he dared to say such "treasonous" words in a joking manner.

After getting the answer he wanted, Jules stopped bothering the other party. After saying goodbye briefly, he set off for the antique shop that Holmes mentioned.

Along the way, although Jules tried to keep his eyes calm, upon closer inspection, his excitement was hard to conceal.

"Finally, we're taking the first step!"

As long as the antique shop has what he wants, he can officially embark on the path to transcendence!
……

The public carriage was a little bumpy at first, but then it gradually became stable.

Jules understood that he must have entered the wealthy area, because only there was the infrastructure so good.

An antique shop is located in a wealthy area of ​​London? That's not surprising, given the purchasing power.

However, when the public carriage stopped in front of a villa that looked dilapidated, Jules finally couldn't help it:

"Sir, I meant to go to the antique shop, not visit this villa that looks like its owner has been buried for some time."

Facing Le's question, the coachman was not surprised at all and shrugged his shoulders:
"Everyone who comes here says that, but wait until you meet her and you'll know."

"who is she?"

"Shopkeeper."

(End of this chapter)