My esoteric uncle Jules

Chapter 34 Broken Tusk Cane

“To be honest, I hesitated.”

The light of day poured into the apartment from the window, but because of the angle, it left only a shadow when it fell on Holmes' face.

His face was no longer filled with the seemingly endless rationality for the first time in a long time, but was filled with some emotions that made Jules feel a little incredible.

Perhaps, it can be called confusion.

"I once had the good fortune to see the motto, 'Kindness is only in the shadows.'

He raised his head, his face covered by light again, but this time, he looked rational and indifferent.

“If I want to gain the knowledge and power of the Lamp Principle, then I must gradually move closer to its essence, thereby losing my sensibility and being occupied by reason.

After much thought, I finally made the decision to embrace the glow.”

Jules didn't ask why, but just stroked the coffee cup and said calmly:

"Everything has a price. The essence of mysticism is nothing more than equal exchange."

"Oh, yes," Holmes said, his lips curling slightly. "But rest assured, my dear Jules, I will not let mercy slip from me."

He picked up a cane from the table and threw it to Jules.

"Also, this is the cane we took away. Can you tell what it is?"

When I picked it up, it was not as light as Jules had imagined, but rather felt heavy.

He weighed it and calmly began to analyze its information.

【Completely Damaged Fang Scepter】

[Quality: First-class rare item]

[Effect: When the fangs are fully developed, the power of the Blade Code can be mobilized to kill.]

[Introduction: The saber-toothed tiger lost its fangs and fell into extinction, but we will not repeat their mistakes. If I lose all my fangs, I will be forced to consider some inefficient attack methods.]

"This..." Yule frowned.

Although it was called the Fang Scepter, he did not see any trace of fangs.

Judging from its appearance, it should have been a very powerful weapon when it was intact, at least not inferior to the Heart of Waves that was sealed now.

He pondered for a while and said:

"This thing should be a rare item belonging to the Law of the Blade, which can mobilize its power to kill, but it seems to be broken."

The Law of Blade, as the name suggests, is the law of knife and blade, and is strongly related to concepts such as "killing" and "attack".

Holmes raised his eyebrows, a little surprised:
"Oh? It's actually broken? I can only tell that it's quite old and has been used before, but I can't tell what it looked like in the past."

Yule frowned and said:

"The damage is quite severe. If you were to step into the Transcendental Realm, you might be able to see more clearly, but it might be difficult right now."

With the help of the "spirituality" unique to extraordinary people, he could see that the "cane" that was now the main body was just the handle that carried the staff.

The fangs on it are the truly useful things!
However, the fangs are now missing, and along with them, their power has been lost.

"If it's very old, it would be even harder to repair... No, maybe someone can fix it?"

He suddenly remembered the strange antique shop.

Jules raised his head and looked at Holmes.

"Mr. Holmes, do you remember the antique shop you introduced to me?"

"Of course I remember." Holmes didn't drink coffee today, but took a sip of tea. "That shop is amazing, but also very strange."

Jules smiled:
"I thought that shop might be able to repair the cane."

He remembered that the store also had some "antiques" such as animal specimens, among which seemed to be saber-toothed tiger teeth.

But he didn't pay much attention at that time, and just glanced at it quickly, his attention all focused on the ancient coins and ancient maps.

Holmes was a little surprised, but he chuckled.
"It seems like you had some unexpected gains in that store?"

"Maybe," Jules raised his cane, "while they're still open, I'll go ask them."

Holmes nodded.

"Remember to come find me tonight. I'll tell you the direction of the follow-up investigation."

It was noon.

Perhaps because it rained yesterday, the daytime today was exceptionally clear, even making Jules feel as if he were in another world.

There are few sunny days in London during this period. It is either cloudy and rainy or covered with smog.

The public carriage was not moving very fast, and during this time, Jules looked at the cane from time to time.

There were some markings carved into the top of the cane, but he could tell that these markings had no power, but were merely symbols of possession.

"If this thing can be repaired, I'll have an extra weapon."

Jules tapped the cane and nodded with satisfaction.

Sometimes, just relying on that pistol wasn't enough - in fact, he already felt that it wasn't powerful enough.

Previously, when he killed those secret cultists in the Titanic debris, he relied on his mobility to circumvent and seize the initiative to defeat the opponent, not to mention the troublesome action of changing bullets.

It’s always good to have many skills! He thought so.

Soon, the public carriage stopped in front of the familiar villa.

However, the scene he saw made Yule stand there in a daze.

"This... am I going the right way?"

Originally, the villa was surrounded by wisteria, but now they have all withered, as if they had never existed.

The spider webs and the like were also cleaned up thoroughly, leaving no signs of dilapidation.

In this brand new environment, Jules almost forgot that this was once an "abandoned" villa.

However, in every corner, he could feel a subtle change.

There was a faint energy fluctuation in the air, as if the entire space was injected with new vitality, but it was quickly fading away.

This power is not obvious, but Jules can now sense the strange existence in it.

With the help of the "blood tide" ability, he could even vaguely sense the "ebb and flow" of a certain power.

Jules's eyes were a little serious.

He had long felt that something was wrong with this antique shop, and this further confirmed his suspicions.

After observing for a while, he walked forward and knocked on the door of the villa.

In any case, let's wait and see.

Click.

The doorknob was turned, and the familiar old maid appeared behind the door.

"Oh, you're a guest?"

There was a hint of fatigue between her brows and eyes. She said:
"What are you going to do? Buy the item or sell it?"

Jules took a quick look inside the antique shop—well, nothing unusual.

"I need to repair an old walking stick."

"The cane..." The old maid picked it up and looked at it for a while, then said:
"It looks like something is missing from it... like the shaman's favorite tooth."

"You can see that?" Jules was surprised for a moment, then said:
"Do you have a collection of saber-toothed tiger tusks? I think I need one..."

"Yes, but I can't help you repair it at the moment, no matter how much money you pay."

The old maid hesitated for a moment and sighed:
"Please come back later, sir."

Yule suddenly thought of the anomalies he had sensed earlier and said in a deep voice:

"Where's the owner?"

The old maid pursed her lips and bowed:
"The young lady is ill and cannot see guests. Please come back in a few days."

Suddenly, a weak voice came from upstairs in the villa:

"Bring him in."

(End of this chapter)