My esoteric uncle Jules

Chapter 62 [Influence: The Secret of Banquet]

Soon, seven large pots were set up, and the firewood underneath was burning with a crackling sound, emitting bursts of somewhat psychedelic aroma.

The aboriginal in charge of the cauldron on the far left waited for a moment, and after confirming that the fire was hot enough, he shouted:

"This pot is for cooking gluttons!"

As his roar fell, two guards dragged a fat woman out of the queue and said:

"Sir, does she meet the requirements?"

The natives took a few glances and said:
"Okay, put it in the pot!"

The woman struggled frantically, but to no avail.

Everyone worked together to throw her into the stone cauldron.

stab-

The obese woman suddenly let out a shrill scream and struggled in her death throes, with such force that the stone pot even shook slightly.

However, after a moment, she fell silent.

She lay down in the big pot, revealing her bulging belly. From below, one could even see that fat had begun to melt on her belly.

Just like a candle, it began to melt easily, leaving not even a bone.

When the people who were tied up saw this scene, their faces turned pale.

"We're all going to die like this?"

After hearing this, some idle aborigines turned their heads and laughed:
"Bu Huide! Don't worry, Nimen, this divine grace will only be bestowed upon the seven recognized kidneys!"

After hearing this, many sinister thoughts suddenly flashed through some people's minds.

Is it true that as long as I kill others, I will have a chance to survive?

For a moment, the group that had originally gathered together out of despair was suddenly filled with suspicion.

"This pot is for cooking the arrogant!"

Just as the guards came to pick up the people, someone among the bound people started talking at once:
"Choose Dorrell, that fat guy with the mustache! He always relies on his good father to look down on everyone. He's definitely arrogant! Train him!"

The guard frowned and said:

"Can you all testify?"

Except for Dorrell who shook his head violently, most of the others nodded - far more than the number of people who knew him.

Madame Bovary watched all this quietly, without making any movement, and fell into an incomparable silence.

"Well, it's him."

As another person was thrown into the cauldron, the ghosts' howling instantly turned into meaningless screams, and then died down again.

At the same time, everyone also saw seven elegantly dressed nobles, holding blood-colored wine glasses in their hands, sitting next to seven large pots, catching the grease dripping from the openings reserved in advance.

Even the noble who was responsible for the first pot has already taken on a lot of blame.

Seeing that everything was going smoothly, Carl nodded with satisfaction.

At the same time, he turned his head and glanced at the tourists who were fighting among themselves, and couldn't help but sneer in his heart.

Inferior people are inferior people, and even at this time, they will fight against each other.

He didn't even think about it. He had never concealed his identity as a Wellington family. How could he let them go back?
He slowly walked to the first cauldron used to cook "Gluttony" and saw that the Cup of Divine Grace was already filled with boiling human oil. He said calmly:

"Give me."

There was no tone of negotiation, only orders.

The aboriginal leader hesitated and said:

"Lord Karl, didn't you say that we also..."

Karl waved his hand and smiled faintly:

"Don't worry, there are still so many people here. Didn't we kidnap so many people this time just to deal with this situation?
Let me be the main host of this grand ceremony."

Seeing Carl's solemn promise, the Aboriginal leader hesitated for a moment, and finally said:

“Well, Mr. Karl, I hope you can fulfill your promise.”

"Definitely..." Karl smiled, but his eyes were extremely cold.

He has no choice but to cooperate with the savages, but he still needs to listen to the savages' promises?

Once he completed the sacrificial ritual, he would absolutely slaughter these barbarians and completely monopolize the knowledge of Stonehenge. Incidentally, he could also pin the blame for the cruise ship tragedy on these barbarians—as for the Wellington family, they naturally played the role of justice in this incident.

Carl staggered back to his seat, holding the cup of boiling human oil in his hand, his eyes burning.

Before he knew it, his mouth was filled with saliva, forcing him to swallow it.

"Divine grace? Haha... only these savages would think so."

There was a greedy glint in his eyes.

These savages thought it was God's grace, but he knew that it was never God's grace.

Its true name is "Banquet and Drinking Ceremony". Its principle is to imitate the action of drinking up the waves from a red cup in order to gain strength!
Previously, Carl told the Wellington family the secret of the current earl, which was none other than this ceremony.

But he knew that he had actually lied.

In a sense, he didn't tell false news, he just didn't finish it -

He told the current earl that he had a way to resurrect the old earl.

As the son of the old earl, the other party was naturally very excited. After showing some of the "entrustment" secret codes of that year, the other party was completely convinced by him.

In the eyes of the Wellington family, the old earl, who was all-powerful and only one step away from entering the fourth level, would surely have led the family to a new revival if he had not encountered an accident!

However, Carl actually had other plans.

If such a powerful cup ritual were used for one's own advancement, what a tremendous force would it be?
Resurrecting the old earl and the like can be put aside for now - as long as he reaches the third level, even the Wellington family will have to protect him with all their might!
By then, he will become a person who can really have a say, and even the anti-suppression bureau agent who is hunting him down will only need a little effort to do it.

Wait, why do I think so much...

Carl shook his head to sober himself up.

"As expected of a product of the Cup Ritual... it's able to so arouse my inner desires."

Although he knew that his random thoughts were caused by what he saw in front of him, his eyes were still burning.

However, beneath this scorching heat, there is also a hint of regret.

"If the symbol of the wave still existed in this world, the ritual could be completed, instead of becoming such a broken and degraded version... What a pity."

During this banquet, as the main priest, he will drink the boiling hot oil refined by seven people.

As long as you can endure the pain, you will be reborn.

However, the true feasting ritual was to drink the blood of the waves, and its impact far exceeded that of today.

After shaking the hot oil in the cup, Carl drank it down without any hesitation!

In an instant, the scalding hot oil burned his intestines and stomach, and terrible pain filled his whole body!
He screamed miserably, and blisters began to form on his skin, which was originally covered with blood.

However, in this extreme pain, some strange changes are also happening.

The wound caused by the Law of the Blade, which had been unable to heal for a long time, miraculously began to stop bleeding and new granulation tissue grew at a speed visible to the naked eye.

He twisted and struggled on the ground, his expression repeatedly switching between extreme pleasure and pain, but his eyes were always flashing with a terrifying light:

"Quick, give me a second cup..."

……

At this moment, Jules had just arrived at the outskirts of the "banquet ceremony" scene.

Wearing a moth cloak, he walked silently in the fog, following the firelight shining through the gaps, and vaguely saw the scenery inside.

"What kind of ceremony is this?"

Jules unfolded the map of Stonehenge in his hand and confirmed it - yes, it was this place.

Hearing the faint cries and frantic roars from inside, he felt relieved.

It seems we were right. This is our destination and also where they hold the ceremony.

Just as he was about to sneak around and look for an opportunity, suddenly, the Heart of the Wave beat violently.

Soon, the earth-shaking sound of the tide began to surge.

The information that made him tremble slowly emerged before his eyes:

The Secret of Banquets