My esoteric uncle Jules

Chapter 141 Assassination
That evil spirit, possessing the strength of a third-tier being, ended its life in an almost absurd way.

Jules felt a great deal of mixed emotions.

He had originally planned how to deal with the evil spirit, but now it was completely useless.

The purest rational power of the lamp's principle contained within that lantern is enough to tear these irrational things to shreds.

While there are certainly reasons for this being restrained and targeted, the power inherent in the lantern itself should not be ignored.

Logically, he should be happy to have dealt with the evil spirit so easily.

But this also means one thing—the person behind the scenes is far more terrifying than one imagines.

He sighed and walked toward the coffin in the center.

However, halfway there, he was stopped by Uriel.

"I've dealt with the evil spirit, but what about the mirror?" he asked eagerly.

Before Jules could speak, Father Crescent Moon gently said:

"You can take out the frame and check it yourself."

Uriel was slightly taken aback, then immediately took out the framed glasses from his pocket.

Upon seeing the changes on the glasses frame, his eyes lit up immediately.

Although the other half of the broken frame is still empty, one half has been filled with a mirror made of orogen, radiating a cold metallic luster.

"Finally got it..."

As he stroked the half of the bronze mirror, Uriel's eyes were filled with excitement.

Finally, I can turn in the quest!

He glanced at the other half of the empty frame, frowned, and casually tossed it to the ground.

According to the owner, this thing was originally only half a frame, meaning that half of the frame was useless.

Having obtained the bronze mirror, Uriel didn't bother to linger there for even half a minute longer, and said directly:

"It's been a pleasure working with you. If you have time later, you can come find me at the tavern. I'll be staying here until London is unsealed."

Jules nodded with a smile and watched Uriel leave.

After he left, he turned around and saw that the gentle-smiling Father Arc had become much dimmer and more transparent.

"The evil spirits have been exorcised, and I can now atone for the sins I committed..."

Father Arc Moon smiled and sighed, his figure gradually dissolving into nothingness, leaving only one sentence:

“The curse will be lifted if the midnight moonlight shines on my corpse’s face.”

Looking at the spot where the priest had completely disappeared, Jules became more solemn and bowed.

"Thank you."

This gesture is not only a way of thanking the other person for their help, but also a way of expressing admiration for their noble ideal of self-sacrifice.

With the complete demise of the Arc Moon Priest, the "transformation between reality and illusion" that he had previously maintained with ritual power could no longer be sustained.

The mirror, made of mithril, silently repaired the broken frame, its broken surface shimmering with a breathtaking luster.

Jules gently picked it up, held it in his arms, and walked toward the central coffin.

The stone coffin is covered with cracks, indicating that it has existed for a very long time.

When Jules reached out to touch it, a chill ran up his spine from his fingertips, but it was instantly extinguished by the vigorous life force within him.

It seems that because the remains of Father Arc Moon have been stored there for hundreds of years, even the coffin has been imbued with a trace of the curse of the ghouls.

With a creak, the already half-open coffin lid was easily pushed open, revealing the remains of Father Arcmoon—though hundreds of years had passed, it still retained its original integrity.

His skin was shriveled, and the hole on his forehead still retained traces of dried blood; his death was undeniably gruesome.

However, the expression on the body remained extremely peaceful.

Jules stared at the body and felt an evil force surging within it, desperately trying to break free.

However, they are firmly confined by a boundary called "life and death," unable to make any progress.

"Is this part of the curse that was 'locked' by Father Arcmoon...?"

He took a deep breath and bent down to carry Father Arcmoon's body on his back.

The body was surprisingly light, like an empty shell, yet it made his steps feel unusually heavy.

He adjusted his posture to make it less strenuous and slowly walked outside.

Our monastery visit has now come to an end.

……

Dusk is approaching.

Ram sat calmly at the entrance of the monastery, but his body language betrayed his inner anxiety.

"Can they succeed...?"

He prayed silently.

Although he felt that it was almost certain that Mr. Jules and Uriel would be together, he was still afraid that something unexpected might happen.

Just then, Uriel's familiar, irritating voice rang out:
"Oh, isn't this Ram? What's this, squatting here to greet me?" he said with a half-smile.

Ram lowered his head, staring at the bronze mirror that was faintly visible in Uriel's arms, and sighed with a smile:

"I'm just here to congratulate you on getting what you wanted."

Upon hearing this, Uriel's smile immediately brightened.

"Hehe, don't worry. Now that we've obtained this mirror with your help, we won't make things difficult for you anymore."

Once I return to London and return the items to their owner, your sister will naturally be able to return to you.

Ram was speechless, and simply bowed and said:

Thank you for your reply.

Uriel also left, leaving only Ram at the entrance of the monastery.

He cast a slightly worried glance into the monastery, hoping with anticipation that the person he was waiting for would appear.

“And Mr. Jules…” he couldn’t help but mutter.

Although he had only known Mr. Jules for a short time, he considered himself to have hit it off immediately.

Moreover, the other party is clearly extraordinary. If we don't take this opportunity to make friends with them, we may not be able to build a relationship with them in the future.

The worry didn't last long; soon, Jules slowly walked out of the monastery.

When Ram saw him, there was blood still trickling from the corner of his mouth, and part of his clothes were torn to shreds.

“Mr. Jules, what’s wrong with you…” Ram asked with concern.

Yule smiled and said:
"Without the threat of that evil spirit, the wandering spirits in the monastery have simply become active again; they are nothing to fear."

Next, I have some things to take care of in Blankocough. I might come to see you again when London is unblocked or when I find another way to get back to London.

"Okay, let me double-check. You've been staying at this tavern lately, right?"

Ram nodded heavily, then suddenly knelt down with a thud, saying in a choked voice:

"Thank you for your help, sir!"

Jules gently helped him up and said with a faint smile:

"You're welcome. I might need to use your connection to get in touch with the people behind Uriel."

The thought of Mr. Jules potentially facing off against the terrifying man behind the scenes filled Lam with apprehension.

Finally, he pursed his lips and said:
"Don't worry, I will do my best."

Jules didn't say much, patted him on the shoulder, and turned to leave with Father Crescent's body on his back.

……

Soon, he arrived again at the abandoned monastery where the priests lived.

"Please inform them that Jules is visiting." The guard didn't go in to announce his arrival, but simply nodded.

"Mr. Jules, is it? The High Priest has been waiting for you for a long time. Please come in quickly."

After saying that, they didn't check, but just cast curious glances at the corpse on Jules' back.

But their hands didn't stop; the two men tacitly stepped back, making way for Jules.

"Thank you."

Jules gave a casual thank you and then slowly carried the body inside.

Not long after, when he knocked on the door again, the figure wearing a bird bone mask appeared before him as expected.

“Mr. Jules, I have been quite worried about you these past few days.”

The priest's voice was somewhat hoarse and tired.

Jules chuckled:

"Thank you for your help, but I've run into some trouble."

The priest glanced at the corpse Jules was carrying on his back, chuckled faintly, but didn't elaborate further, instead asking:
"It seems the reality inside that monastery is more dangerous than I thought?"

“I suppose so,” Jules shrugged. “To be honest, the reality is rather complicated.”

He recounted the secrets of the monastery to the priest in detail, omitting key details as usual, but leaving the priest almost breathless.

But what surprised Jules the most was that he thought the priests would react the most when they learned that the ritual was destined to be irreparable and would only slowly crumble.

However, the priest downplayed this point, even appearing nonchalant about it:

"Sure enough, I guessed right. Every time I use rituals to suppress ghouls, I have a similar feeling, as if this graveyard is just a rotten and swollen corpse, and all we can do is try to remove the maggots from its body."

Jules smiled:
“Even so, Father Arcmoon has offered another solution that can temporarily suppress the curse permeating the ghoul graveyard.”

The priest asked in confusion:
"Oh? What do you mean?" His tone was somewhat agitated.

Although he had accepted the reality that the ritual could not be maintained, he was still quite willing to do it if there was a way to prevent the ritual from collapsing so quickly.

“If the midnight moonlight shines on this mirror and projects it onto the priest’s corpse that I am carrying, the curse can be partially extinguished.”

To Jules' surprise, the priest's reaction was far more intense than he had imagined:
"What? You're carrying the body of that priest from back then?!"

After saying this, the priest remained silent for a moment, his tone unconsciously taking on a reverent quality, and said:

"Maybe it will work, let's give it a try."

He paused and said:

"Why don't you stay here tonight? It will make it easier to set up the ceremony. After all, it will take some effort to bring the moonlight underground."

“Okay.” Jules was too lazy to go back to town anyway, so he decided to just sleep here.

He's been a bit tired these past few days.

Soon, led by one of the priest's trusted confidants, Jules successfully found a clean and tidy room to stay in.

"Where do you plan to put this body?" the confidant asked as he left.

Jules hesitated for a moment, then said:
"Just leave it here."

Not far from his bed, the withered corpse of Father Crescent Moon lay with its eyes closed, its appearance terrifying like a demon, yet its expression was serene.

The man stared at Father Arcmoon's corpse several times before finally taking his leave.

Watching the man's departing figure, Jules couldn't help but frown.

"Something's strange..."

……

Baron Blancco Estate, the most luxurious mansion.

The baron lay back in the wooden chair, listening to the report from the person in front of him.

"...After some verification, the corpse undoubtedly belongs to the priest of the Holy Protection Monastery from hundreds of years ago!"

Upon hearing this, the baron nodded and ordered the men in front of him to step back.

After he left, he sat up and solemnly addressed the air beside him:
"Madam, you were absolutely right, the opportunity has arrived."

Moonlight streamed into the room through the carved window lattice.

Suddenly, a woman dressed as a sorcerer and wearing a black cloak appeared out of nowhere.

Her hood was pulled down, revealing her face, which was grayish-blue and even covered in livid spots.

Most horrifyingly, there was a hollow hole in her right eye, with wriggling maggots crawling in and out of the depression.

His left eye was perfectly normal, except that the pupil had shrunk to the size of a pinhead and was staring intently at the Baron.

"The time has come. If the ghoul graveyard is suppressed, our plan will have no chance of turning around."

Her voice was extremely harsh, like fingernails scratching a stone slab, each word uttered with a teeth-grinding hoarseness.

The baron swallowed hard, suppressing the fear in his heart:

"I'll send someone to invite them right away..."

“No,” the sorceress suddenly approached, her stench washing over the baron’s face, “we must act tonight. I will provide assistance.”

Her withered fingers gripped the Baron's wrist, the icy touch sending a shiver down his spine.

"If this isn't handled properly, I think your child's illness, as well as your reputation and wealth, will be affected..."

Upon hearing this, the baron's expression shifted, and finally, with a steely resolve, he gritted his teeth and said:

"Alright, let's do it tonight!"

"very good."

Seeing that the baron was cooperating with her, the sorceress smiled from the bottom of her heart.

She gently raised her hand, and her sleeve slipped down, revealing a swollen arm.

Beneath the skin, a dense network of dark blood vessels is faintly visible, some even twisting and wriggling like earthworms.

She pinched her fingertips hard, forcing out two drops of foul-smelling black blood.

“I think you should still remember how to use it,” the sorceress said hoarsely.

The baron carefully took the two drops of black blood, pinching his nose and not daring to even smell them, but quickly said:
"Don't worry, I'll arrange it right away."

……

Tonight, Jules felt very tired.

But he tossed and turned in bed, unable to fall asleep.

He kept recalling the image of the priest's confidant, which made him feel uneasy.

The other party's behavior inexplicably made him a little wary.

The night grew deeper, and the moonlight outside the window was obscured by dark clouds at some point, with only a very thin glimmer of light shining through.

Jules lay on the bed, staring at the corpse of Father Crescent beside him. The room was so quiet that only his own breathing could be heard.

Suddenly, a very faint sound came from outside the door.

Along with this commotion, the sound of blood tides gradually became clearer.

"It's almost dawn, who would come to my door so late?"

He stared intently at the gate, his body already poised for battle.

"Knock knock." To everyone's surprise, the person outside the door only knocked lightly.

"Mr. Jules, run...!" A weak voice rang out, making it seem as if he would die at any moment.

However, Jules was stunned when he heard the voice.

"Priest?! What's wrong with you?!"

(End of this chapter)