My esoteric uncle Jules

Chapter 43 Reaping the consequences
In a remote auditorium in Rose Manor.

The candlelight was dim.

The once neat and tidy auditorium has now become the site of an evil summoning ceremony.

The gilded candlestick was inserted crookedly in the candle wax piled with blood and flesh. Through the refraction of several cracked bronze mirrors and crystals, the candlelight reflected not light but blood spots.

The marble floor was filled with a swirl of red wine and bile, emitting a disgusting yet extremely tempting smell.

At the center of the ceremony, the Virgin Mary's hollow eyes shed tears of blood, which were collected in a blood-red glass, and a rusty key was inserted into her heart.

Under the joint influence of multiple criteria, the ceremony was finally completed.

Carl blew gently, extinguishing the flame on the last candlestick, and then pulled out the rusty key from the heart of the Virgin Mary.

"Judging by the time, the 'Tumor of Desire' should have been delivered to their room by now."

There was a long-lost smile on his face.

After cleaning up the scene briefly, Carl took out the blood-soaked parchment from his arms, sniffed it deeply, and showed an intoxicated expression.

"What a wonderful taste of blood..."

This piece of parchment records nothing else but the summoning ceremony of the "Tumor of Thirst".

In occultism, a summoning ritual is generally a ritual that summons certain specific beings from the world beneath the surface of the world to the waking world.

The world beneath the surface of the world is called "Mansu". It is an abstract spiritual world. It is said that the residence of the Sichen people is in it.

The creatures there do not follow the laws of the world, and therefore, the summoned "Tumor of Desire" is so strange.

But Carl didn't care - the thing would die on its own soon enough anyway.

As the embodiment of the cup of feasting and desire, the tumor of desire will die on its own after a period of time without the nourishment of desire.

Therefore, he specifically ordered that the house be sealed using the principles of Qi.

In addition to preventing the two detectives from escaping, it was also to lock up the monster and let it die properly after completing its mission.

"What a pity! My ritual cannot be completed..."

Carl felt a little regretful.

After meeting each other from a distance, he immediately determined that one of the detectives was a survivor of the previous ceremony.

Now, the other party is most likely dead, and he can only start the ritual from scratch.

"Strange... From what I sense, the ritual still doesn't seem to have completely failed. He's not dead yet?" Carl whispered doubtfully.

Logically speaking, even a second-level transcendent would not end up well if he faced that thing head-on.

Suddenly, he keenly heard bursts of noise coming from a place far away in the manor.

Because his senses were deepened by the Code of the Cup, he could hear these sounds even through walls.

"What tricks are you doing?"

Carl frowned and walked to the window to look into the distance.

What he saw made him stunned.

At some point, a corner of the Rose Manor had been ignited with flames rising into the sky, and bursts of crying and screaming could be heard from it.

"Someone attacked Rose Manor?!" Carl immediately thought of this possibility.

There was a knock on the door, and an anxious voice rang out:

"Lord Karl, something happened! The monster is not dead, it escaped the blockade, and is now wreaking havoc in the manor!"

What?! Carl’s eyes suddenly widened as he realized something was wrong.

After opening the door, he shouted angrily at the servant in front of him:
"Tell me again what happened!"

"My lord," the servant trembled, his face looking as if he was about to cry, "the monster you summoned has broken through the blockade!"

"impossible!"

Carl said firmly, "It has no intelligence and is isolated from the inside and outside by the Principle of Enlightenment. It will definitely not take the initiative to destroy the house!"

He had summoned this thing once before, so he was very familiar with its habits!
Unless someone else helps it... Carl's heart sank, and he thought of the worst possible scenario:

"Where are the two detectives?!"

“No, I don’t know…” Seeing Carl’s murderous look, the servant quickly waved his hands. “Someone said he saw the two detectives use something to break the window…”

Carl's eyes were red:

"So, they're not dead?"

“It seems so…” Just after he finished speaking, the servant was slapped hard by Karl.

"Trash, it's all trash!"

After venting, Karl gritted his teeth, a hint of fear in his eyes.

"Search, search! We have the Monster Suppression Bureau and the elders in our family to help deal with the monsters, but we must find those two detectives!"

……

"Mom, save me..." The little boy was covered with burn marks and crawled on the ground crying.

However, just as he finished speaking, a flesh tentacle dripping with disgusting mucus attacked like lightning, rolled him up, and dragged a long trail of blood.

Then, as if enjoying a delicacy, it was sent into the huge piece of meat in the house.

"Son!" The mother who was not far away watched her child being eaten, but she was powerless to do anything and her spirit was almost broken.

boom!
The originally sturdy house collapsed instantly after being hit by the monster, and some shrill screams were heard from it.

At this moment, Jules was moving quietly at the edge of the battlefield.

Holmes followed him, stopping now and then to ease his injuries a little.

Jules looked back at the tragic massacre scene with a hint of regret in his eyes.

"It's a shame. This thing can only harm innocent people, but it can't make those who are truly in high positions and are the masterminds behind the scenes suffer the consequences."

Holmes coughed and said weakly:

"I thought you would pity them."

Jules curled his lips:

"I pity them, but who will pity me?"

He withdrew his gaze and looked not far away, and suddenly narrowed his eyes.

"Shut up."

The two men's presence quickly faded and disappeared into the darkness, while a team of guards holding lanterns passed by them not far away.

Looking at the lanterns in the hands of the guards, Holmes's face looked solemn.

After the guards left, he whispered:

"Those lanterns are blessed with the power of the Code of Light."

That is, their occult concealment abilities might no longer be as effective—especially Holmes.

Hearing this, Jules nodded slightly.

"I can see that, but fortune and wealth come with risk. This is my best chance to get the necklace."

I have already determined the location of Carl's residence during the day. If I don't take a look during this chaos, I may never have such a good opportunity again.

He glanced at Holmes, who was coughing up blood, and said:
"Just rest here for a while. This place is quite remote and a safe place."

Now Holmes is seriously injured and can only escape. If a conflict breaks out, he will become a burden to himself.

Holmes obviously realized this and tried to move his facial muscles to smile.
"Good luck."

(End of this chapter)