My esoteric uncle Jules

Chapter 151 Treating Toxins
Frost and snow fall and gather, forming murals.

As the snow falls and melts, it creates a dynamic effect on the murals.

Jules was unfamiliar with many of the murals, but he was still instantly drawn to one unfamiliar painting.

The mural depicts a coastline.

For some reason, he felt that the mural was somewhat familiar.

The priest's voice rang out at just the right moment:
"When new prophecies appear, they will be reflected in these murals."

And the one you are looking at is the latest prophecy I have received.

Is this the latest one you've received...?

Upon hearing this, Jules's gaze flickered slightly, and he turned to stare intently at the mural.

The ice and snow covering it were constantly changing, and soon, the coastline in this scene welcomed its first visitor—

A cold, indistinct corpse.

Its chest cavity was opened, its organs were missing, and its flesh was twisted; its death was truly gruesome.

Carrion birds are naturally attracted to it and come to eat from time to time.

Seagulls, crows... Jules could vaguely make out some of the bird species.

However, as the birds ate, a strange thing happened—the wounds on the corpse were gradually healing on their own.

The birds ate only twisted and mutated flesh and blood.

The corpse sat up only after all the twisted flesh had been completely consumed.

The screen froze.

Jules remained silent, gazing at the mural for a long time, while the priest wisely refrained from making a sound to disturb him.

It seems the description depicts my "resurrection"...

So that's how it works?

"Thanks for clearing up the confusion."

Jules nodded, turned and left, leaving the priest alone to watch him depart in silence.

……

Does prophecy exist in this world?
Jules believed that such a thing should exist, at least the Principle of the Lamp could do something similar by using insights into knowledge.

Even one's own "secret history" can achieve a similar effect by exploiting the misalignment of history and time.

However, he never imagined that he would become part of the prophecy.

Behind this prophecy, could there be a high-ranking figure, perhaps even the God of War?
He recalled that the priest had prayed to him for a celestial being called "Bone Dove," which seemed to be the very being the priest served.

According to his understanding, this Sichen is in charge of the aspects of "commemoration, mourning, and remembrance" within the realm of "winter".

Descriptions of Him are largely associated with “pale white” and “memory”.

And memory, perhaps, shares some similarities with prophecy—who knows if prophecy isn't history that has already happened in another world?
Come to think of it, he hasn't seen a new fragment of the Sixth History since arriving in Blancco, and he wonders where he might find one again.

The first rays of morning sunlight entered Jules' eyes, calming his mind.

Regardless, the entity behind this prophecy has not yet shown him any obvious malice.

It's nothing more than soldiers coming to block it, and water coming and earth covering it up.

He quickly tidied himself up and went out to the tavern he had arranged to meet with Uriel.

If he could borrow the Soul-Driving Lamp from Uriel, he was confident he could deal with the evil spirit at the entrance of the Silent Residence.

After taking one last stroll through the Silenced House, he was about to return to London.

Otherwise, if it drags on for too long, Lolita will definitely get impatient.

Not long after, he arrived at that familiar tavern all alone.

"Hi, Mr. Jules!"

As soon as Jules stepped into the tavern, he was greeted with a warm welcome from a short distance away.

“Ram?” He turned his head and looked at the familiar face.

At this moment, Ram was like a completely different person compared to before—she was no longer the dejected person she had been before, but full of energy.

He even had a beautiful woman in his arms, gazing at him with affection.

Ram smiled and nodded, saying:
“Mr. Jules, since you’re here, how about a drink? It’s on me.”

Jules shook his head.
"No need. I'm here on business. Have you seen Uriel?"

“Mr. Uriel…”

Ram suppressed his impulse and managed to utter the word "sir".

"He seems to be planning how to leave here and go back to London. He happens to come here for drinks at a fairly fixed time every day. If you wait a little longer, you should be able to see him."

“Is that so?” Jules nodded and sat down opposite Ram. “Then let’s have a couple of drinks and wait for him.”

Because he had errands to run later, he only poured himself a small cup and sipped it slowly.

During this process, many other people tried to get close to Ram or talk about cooperation, but Ram rejected most of them outright.

After Ram sent another person away, Jules laughed:
"As expected of a legendary adventurer, his network of connections is indeed extensive."

"Hey, don't even mention it!"

Ram shook his head and whispered:
"Don't I know what these people are thinking? They're just after what I have. Bah! I didn't see them when I was poor, but now that I'm rich, they're all swarming around me like flies."

Jules smiled but said nothing.

Just as he had taken a sip of his drink, the person he was waiting for arrived.

"One bottle of ale, everything else the usual," Uriel ordered in a loud voice, then sat down in a spot that everyone else was deliberately avoiding.

Clearly, that was his private domain, and he wouldn't allow anyone else to touch it.

Jules slowly got up and walked over to Uriel.

"How are you?"

Uriel raised his eyelids and glanced at Jules, then raised an eyebrow.

"Fortunately."

The atmosphere between the two was somewhat delicate—after all, both of them could be described as having ulterior motives, and it was questionable how much trust was actually in their so-called cooperation.

Jules simply smiled:
"I would like to ask you for a favor, and I will reward you when I return to London."

Meanwhile, Uriel's ale arrived.

The servant, with his head bowed and eyes lowered, placed the beer flat on Uriel's table and scurried away.

At this moment, only Uriel and Jules remained in this corner.

Uriel stared at Jules, frowned, and said:

"What's the deal?"

He really didn't want to help, but in his view, Jules' power was terrifying, and he absolutely didn't want to offend him.

“I need to borrow something,” Jules said, pointing to the lantern hanging at his waist. “I need it to deal with an evil spirit.”

He saw that Uriel clearly looked troubled.

“It’s not that it’s impossible, it’s just…” He fell into a deep thought.

"Rest assured, once we reach London, I will naturally repay you accordingly." Jules nodded slightly, his tone firm.

Of course, he himself didn't quite believe that.

After a long pause, Uriel finally relented:

"Alright, you can borrow the lamp. But you'll have to put in a good word for me with the master."

He untied the lantern from his waist and handed it to Jules. Jules took the lantern and said with interest:
"May I ask who your master is?"

Uriel seemed about to speak, but then, as if remembering something, his expression changed, and he shook his head, saying:
You'll find out when the time comes.

Seeing that Uriel seemed unwilling to say more, Jules did not press the matter further, but simply said:
How much longer do you intend to stay here?

Upon hearing this, Uriel frowned again.

"It's uncertain. We're currently in communication with merchant shipping fleets to see if we can sneak in."

"Even your master behind the scenes can't do anything?" Jules deliberately feigned surprise.

Uriel snorted unhappily:
“Of course the master has a way. In fact, you could say that the decision to blockade London was partly his responsibility! It’s just that he can’t offer help because of his status, so I have to figure it out myself.”

"Of course, the main reason is that the host is not in a hurry for the wedding, so I can stay here."

Jules smiled and said casually:
"When was the wedding originally scheduled for?"

Uriel shrugged and said:

"At least I have to return the mirror first—it was a gift for someone, and without that person's approval, the wedding can't even begin."

While speaking, he appeared indifferent, but secretly he kept observing Jules's reaction.

He still remembered Jules' attitude when they first met, and the enigmatic tone in which his master gave orders.

Jules simply nodded, his expression unchanged.
"We'll have to wait until we get back to London to discuss everything."

Uriel pursed his lips, his eyes flickering:

"Yes... Also, this is how the light works..."

……

After briefly learning from Uriel how to operate the lamp and when it should be returned, Jules went back.

However, the direction he returned to was the place where the priests lived.

By now, his wounds had mostly healed, but he discovered that the "epidemic" had not subsided, clinging to his flesh like a leech.

Upon learning that Jules had a way to get rid of the evil spirit at the door, the priest's excitement was palpable.

"This...this...thank you so much."

He was so excited that he could hardly speak.

After calming down, the priest said softly:
"I have some good news to tell you."

"Good news?" Jules asked, somewhat surprised, half-jokingly.

"Could there be some bad news to come?"

“Not at all,” the priest chuckled. “It’s just that the search party that Baron Bennet sent into the ghoul cemetery has made some discoveries.”

Jules nodded, signaling the priest to continue.

But the priest didn't speak; instead, he took a small bottle from his robes and handed it to Jules.

Does this thing look familiar to you?

Jules fiddled with the small bottle in his hand and exclaimed in surprise:
"Isn't this the antidote bottle from before, Ellen's?"

He almost thought he was seeing things—how could this thing be in the priest's possession?

"The search team found the ghoul that her corpse had turned into, and after a battle, they found this thing on her body."

The priest no longer smiled, but sighed and said:
"She has such great power, yet she doesn't use it for good. It's tragic..."

Jules, however, was not thinking about this at all. His brow furrowed, he asked:
"Besides this antidote bottle, what else did you find during the search?"

“There’s nothing there,” the priest shook his head. “In fact, the antidote bottle only stayed in place because it was hanging on her clothes. Everything else is long gone.”

There are no fragments of the gravedigger's page... Could it be that they were left deep within the ghoul graveyard?
The priest, unaware of Jules's thoughts, asked curiously when he saw him lost in thought:

"What are you thinking about?"

"It's nothing, I was just thinking about something else," Jules waved his hand and laughed. "In that case, there's a way to cure the remaining toxins in your body."

"Yes..." the priest couldn't help but sigh.

He never imagined that the toxins that were tormenting him could be completely eradicated.

Jules shook the antidote in his hand and said:
"Since the antidote was found by the Baron's men, has it been tested on the Baron's children?"

The priest shook his head:

"I tried it, but it didn't work. It's probably not the same toxin, just that the symptoms are similar."

“I see…” Jules nodded. “Let’s not delay, let’s get rid of the poison in your body now.”

……

The process of removing the remaining toxins is not complicated; in fact, it can be said to be so smooth as to be somewhat tedious.

Although Jules was unaware of the sorceress's ritual for taking the antidote, he had his own method.

If the antidote can alleviate the priest's symptoms even slightly, he can use his ability to manipulate blood to separate the toxins from his blood.

The priest's complexion visibly improved, and his aura gradually returned to its proper level.

"Is this what it feels like to have power again...?"

The priest stretched his limbs, and his eyes regained their light.

Jules, meanwhile, fiddled with the remaining half-bottle of antidote, wondering what else he could do with it.

"By the way, those lingering plague lesions in my body..."

He remembered that the reason his wounds hadn't healed was because the remaining disease had twisted his flesh.

Although it doesn't have much of an impact, it's still annoying.

Thinking of this, he dripped a few drops of the antidote onto the wound.

He had no hope that the antidote would work, but to his surprise, it was more potent than he had imagined.

Without even using ritual aids to enhance its effectiveness, the twisting of his wound was restored to its original state in the blink of an eye.

Upon seeing this, Jules couldn't help but smile.
"interesting……"

Next, he did the same thing, healing all the remaining wounds on his body and completely removing all the twisting of flesh.

The priest was busy on the other side—he couldn't do many things these days because of his lack of strength.

Now that he has regained his strength, all the things that had been piling up are coming at him, so he is naturally very busy.

Jules didn't bother waiting for the priest to finish his work, and simply picked up the soul-driving lamp and headed alone towards the Silent Abode.

According to Uriel, the wedding would take place once the mirror was brought back to London and handed over to someone, and he couldn't delay it.

……

Soon, the familiar cliff came into Jules' view.

As he passed the lighthouse, he pondered for a moment before knocking on the door to inform the priest that his injuries had healed.

"Really?" Upon hearing this news, the lighthouse keeper was overjoyed, grasping Jules' hand and thanking him profusely.

“Of course it’s true,” Jules laughed. “I’m off now, I have something to do at the Silent House.”

"Oh, please take care..."

Only after closing the gate did the lighthouse keeper realize—

Need to go to the Silenced Housing Complex?

He rushed to the door and stared blankly as Jules walked into the grand monastery.

Under the shadows, Jules' figure appeared so small.

(End of this chapter)