My esoteric uncle Jules

Chapter 68 I'm Not Normally Perverted

Hearing Jules' voice, Carl's eyes floating on the "broth" twisted and looked at him.

"kill me……"

Jules just smiled:

"Do you know what I went through just to hear you beg for mercy?"

"I, I was wrong, please kill me... I'll give you whatever you want, please, kill me..."

As arrogant as Carl was in the past, he is as humble now.

To Jules, he was nothing more than a dog wagging its tail and begging for mercy.

Maybe he is not even as good as a dog - at least, a dog has a complete body, but he is just a pool of meat paste.

Jules turned his head and whispered to Boule de Suif:

"Next, some things may not be suitable for disclosure. Can you stay away for a while?"

After experiencing what happened before, Madame Bovary understood that Jules was no ordinary man and this was for her own good.

Soon, she walked to a distance and looked at Jules from afar with curiosity and awe.

Seeing Boule de Suif moving away, Jules looked at Karl and said coldly:
"Who is the senior executive in the Anti-Suppression Bureau who is colluding with the Wellington family?"

"It was Sir Vesti, he did it all!"

Sir Vesti... He stared at Carl's floating eyeballs and said lightly:
"What role did he play in the actions against me?"

"For example, assisting in the assassination at the manor and killing that police officer...your conviction was also arranged by them!" Carl's voice was almost crying.

I see… Jules’s lips curled slightly:
"I will personally verify the authenticity."

"Nothing false!"

"Then, second question, do you know the Earl of Wellington? Not the current one, but..."

Before he finished speaking, Karl said in shock:
"How do you know of his existence?!"

Jules raised his eyebrows, gently flicked out a drop of blood, and merged it into the broth that Carl had turned into.

The strong sharpness attached to it made Carl scream madly.

"I am asking you now, not you asking me."

Seeing that Carl shut up wisely, he couldn't help but recall the scene of interrogating Carl in the sixth historical fragment of Titanic.

It seems that he also said something like this at that time.

That time and that moment, just like this moment.

Two different histories are wonderfully connected in a way that may not be so decent.

"You are acquainted, then, with the old Earl of Wellington?"

Jules showed a harmless smile, but in Karl's eyes, this smile was more terrifying than the devil.

He subconsciously wanted to nod, but found that he no longer had a head or neck, so he could only say:
"I know him. In the past, we were both members of the Blood Cup Cult."

Hearing this familiar word, Yule narrowed his eyes and said:

"Does the Blood Cup Cult still exist now?"

"……I have no idea."

Carl's answer was somewhat unexpected.

"However, I suspect that there are high-ranking members of the Blood Cup Cult who escaped that year hiding in the Wellington family."

Jules nodded slightly, this was consistent with his and Matilda's speculation.

"So, the old Earl of Wellington is dead?"

"More than ten years ago, he was found by a thug, and both were injured. He still sleeps to this day."

"Sleeping?" Yule couldn't help but frowning and said:

"So, he's not dead yet?"

Carl said quickly:
"He's practically dead! He's practically a walking corpse. I came to Stonehenge to find a way to revive him!"

"Oh, it seems that the reason why the Wellington family is doing their best to protect you is because of this, right?"

Carl remained silent, obviously agreeing.

"What was the murderer's name?" "I don't know... I only know that he called himself the 'Ripper' and killed many members of the Blood Goblet Cult.

Because those people's identities were very respectable, it caused a sensation, and some people still imitate them today.

But after a bitter fight with the old earl, he disappeared, and no one knows whether he is still alive."

After learning this information, Jules began to think about it.

The two histories are obviously not the same, but they ultimately lead to similar results.

In the sixth historical fragment, he controlled the body of Edmond Dantes the Ripper to kill the Earl of Wellington.

And in this history, without his help, the Ripper still did similar things.

Then, it is likely that the Ripper himself is not the second level as he had previously guessed, but has at least the strength of the third level!

If the other party is missing, it is very likely that he is not dead - the life of an extraordinary person is always very tenacious.

Just as he was thinking, Carl's expectant voice came:
"But...can you kill me?"

Jules lowered his head and smiled sarcastically:

"Did I say that?"

Carl was stunned for a moment and said:
"Yes, but..."

"There's nothing wrong with that."

Jules staggered away, and before leaving, he did not forget to look back at Karl.

"Just stay here and spend the rest of your life."

After saying that, he turned around and walked towards Boule de Suif.

If the effect of the banquet ceremony was still there, he wouldn't mind drinking all of Carl's blood to help him get rid of it.

Unfortunately, due to the power of the red cup, this originally wonderful ceremony was destroyed, which made him feel deeply regretful.

Jules had only taken two steps when he heard Karl's slightly crazy roar coming from behind him:
"Don't be so proud! Let me tell you, the Wellington family had long guessed that the Anti-Suppression Bureau would send someone to protect your friend, so they specially invited a third-level being to take action!

In the Anti-Suppression Bureau, a Level 3 person is at least a detective, and it is impossible for him to be transferred to do this kind of protection mission, so the best he can do is Level 2!
You think you've won? When you leave, you'll find that you'll lose everything you cherish! Hahaha..."

Hearing Karl's words, Jules's face suddenly became extremely gloomy:
"If something really goes wrong, don't worry, I will retaliate a hundredfold. As for you, you will stay here forever."

He raised his finger and lightly scratched his wrist.

Under the influence of the sharp words, blood oozed out and formed a thin line.

With a flick of his arm, the blood line fell accurately into the broth that Carl had turned into, twisting irregularly like a maggot.

Every time this "blood maggot" twisted, Carl's screams became louder.

"I was wrong, please take it out..."

"It's too late." Yule's eyes were extremely cold. He didn't want to hear Carl's screams anymore, so he used his hand as a knife and slashed in the air.

The bloody maggot quickly crawled towards Carl's floating "mouth" and began to gnaw at him.

However, it does not bite with its mouth, but relies on its own "sharpness".

Carl's mouth was quickly torn into pieces, leaving him unable to utter a single word.

"It will torture you for two days, but unfortunately, your miserable future won't end even for two centuries..."

Hearing this, Carl's two remaining eyes rolled wildly, revealing unspeakable fear.

And Jules just gave a friendly smile.

"I am leaving, bye."

The influence dissipated? Unless someone came here specifically to help Carl escape, he would suffer this torture for the foreseeable future.

The influence left by the Red Cup is not so easy to eliminate...

Of course, he was not worried about the secret being leaked. When Si Chen arrived earlier, Carl had completely lost his mind and had no idea what was happening in the outside world.

As time goes by, the Code of the Cup will gradually distort his currently normal thinking and completely destroy his sanity.

After dealing with Karl, Jules turned his head and saw Boule de Suif looking at him with horror.

He was a little overwhelmed and had to scratch his head:
"Well, don't be afraid. I'm not usually this perverted."

(End of this chapter)