My esoteric uncle Jules

Chapter 155 Leaving Blanker
Based on his previous experience, Jules believed that Lam was the most trustworthy person among those he could easily bring along.

That's why he came up with the idea of ​​taking him along as his "personal servant".

After all, a nobleman with a title and fiefdom who doesn't even have a servant by his side would likely arouse suspicion, even if the letter is genuine.

After hearing the request, Ram pondered for a long time, his eyebrows furrowing into a knot.

Jules didn't urge him, but simply grabbed a piece of bread and started eating it.

He had just explained the pros and cons to Ramu, and although he withheld some information, he told him the key details.

He made it very clear that this trip could cost him his head.

Forcing someone into this is useless; you have to let Ram make the decision herself.

Did the assessment of one's own safety and risks prevail, or did the desire to return to London and reunite with one's sister take precedence?

Finally, after a long silence, Ram spoke.

There were no superfluous words, only a single, concise and powerful word:
"it is good."

Jules nodded, swallowed the last bit of bread in his mouth, and said calmly:
"Meet me at the dock at the same time in three days."

After saying that, he didn't forget to add a word of advice:
"Remember, try not to attract the attention of outsiders, and don't reveal anything to the outside world."

Although he believed that Ram was intelligent, he was afraid that Ram would act recklessly when he was drunk.

Ram clearly understood what Jules was worried about, and grinned:

"Don't worry, sir, I won't drink for the next couple of days. I'll make it look like I'm on a sea adventure."

"You get into character quickly..."

Jules smiled and shook his head, saying:
"By the way, has Uriel already left?"

After returning the Soul-Repelling Lamp to Uriel, he stopped paying attention to him.

"He..."

Ram lowered his head and after a long while said:

"Before he left, I asked him if he could release my sister ahead of schedule, and he said that I had to be present in person."

His tone was very calm, yet it gave people the feeling that a volcano was hidden deep beneath ice and snow.

Upon hearing this, Jules patted Ram on the shoulder and said:

"Don't worry, they'll pay the price sooner or later."

He finally understood why Ram seemed so determined to agree.

If he didn't return to London for even a day, his sister would suffer for another day.

This was clearly unacceptable to Ram.

Ram nodded sullenly and said:

"By the way, when he left, I saw that he deliberately covered the lantern on his waist with fur, I don't know why."

"Sealed with fur?" Jules frowned, lost in thought.

Is this to block the light of the Soul-Driving Lamp?

What will the light attract, or what will it reveal?
"Or perhaps, he didn't want knowledgeable people to discover that the lantern at his waist was actually connected to the master he served..." Jules thought to himself.

He pondered for a moment, then finally shook his head:
"Never mind, we'll talk about these things when we get to London."

He stood up, brushed the breadcrumbs off his clothes, and said:
"Remember, don't be late for the dock three days from now."

After saying that, he turned and left, passing through the messy room and into the street shrouded in morning mist.

……

Time passes quickly.

Two days later, Jules arrived at the Baron’s mansion again as promised.

The baron had already sent men to wait there, and upon seeing Jules arrive, he immediately greeted them respectfully:
"The master has been waiting for a long time."

Jules nodded naturally and followed the servant inside.

Without realizing it, he had become accustomed to being respectfully greeted and served by his servants.

If it were in the past, he probably would have found it difficult to adapt.

However, in this context, it's actually a good thing—at least it helps him to pretend to be a nobleman when he enters the city.

It is said that in Europe, the way to tell whether a woman is a pampered noblewoman is very simple: just have her take off her clothes in front of everyone.

If she appears unnatural, then she is an imposter.

Because true nobles had servants attending to their daily needs, such as living and bathing, and they had no qualms about it. After all, to them, servants were just walking objects.

Soon, Jules met the Baron.

The baron no longer looked as haggard as before; in fact, he appeared quite radiant.

But he could still see a hint of unease and nervousness in the other person's expression.

Jules calmly dismissed the servants and smiled at the baron before him:

"Your Excellency, you look much better than I have seen you in the past two days."

The baron chuckled dryly:
"Seeing the child getting better made me feel a bit better too."

After speaking, he hesitated for a moment, then cautiously asked:
"Did that letter...help you, sir?"

Jules nodded slightly:

"It seems feasible at least for now—thank you very much."

“It’s good that it works,” the baron breathed a sigh of relief, his expression visibly relaxing. “It seems that the priest really did have some Blue Silver Ink in stock that he hadn’t used yet…”

Jules' eyes flickered slightly, and he asked casually:
"Speaking of which, what exactly is the use of this Blue Silver Ink? Why is that prince so eager to get it?"

He still hasn't figured out what this thing does.

Even the information about this blue silver ink doesn't clearly explain its function—but it's obviously not as weak as it appears on paper.

Otherwise, how could it be worthy of being a fourth-tier item, and how could so many people want to obtain it?
The baron pondered for a moment, then finally shook his head helplessly:

"I'm sorry, I only know that this thing is very valuable, but I don't know what they intend to use it for."

He paused and then said:
"However, you might ask the priest; he may know something about it."

Jules stared at the Baron, as if trying to discern the latter's true thoughts.

But he didn't look at it for long before smiling faintly:

"It's getting late, let's get treatment done quickly—have you made arrangements for the boat tomorrow morning?"

“It’s all arranged,” the Baron nodded, a hint of regret in his eyes. “Wouldn’t you like to stay in Blancco a little longer?”

"No, I'm in a hurry."

……

Standing once again before the bed where the Baron's son lay, Jules felt a tranquility he had never known before.

In recent days, he has killed too many people, but saved too few.

He gets a peculiar feeling every time he saves a life.

Following his almost instinctive ability to manipulate blood, he carefully separated the toxins that had re-deposited from the baron's child's blood.

The remaining toxins were the last malevolent echoes left behind by the sorceress.

As a result, with the elimination of the toxins, the baron's child's complexion visibly improved.

The baron stood by, nervously serving like a servant, his eyes fixed on his child.

The boy on the bed gradually regained his rosy complexion. As black mud oozed from his body, the bluish-black veins slowly faded, and his breathing became steady.

The stench in the air grew increasingly foul, but the Baron's expression grew more and more excited.

This means that the toxins in your child's body are being expelled!
“Alright,” Jules finished the last step and smiled. “He should wake up soon.”

As soon as he finished speaking, the boy lying on the bed suddenly twitched his fingers.

The baron rushed to the boy's side, excitedly wanting to pick him up to celebrate, but hesitated when he reached out his hand.

"Um, Mr. Jules, if I touch these toxins, will I also be poisoned?" Jules smiled and shook his head:

"Don't worry, they've lost their activity."

The baron nodded, and as soon as he turned his head, he saw that the boy on the bed had somehow sat up.

At this moment, he was looking around with his large, somewhat bewildered eyes.

Finally, their gazes fell on the Baron, and they met his eyes.

His Adam's apple bobbed, as if he were still getting used to speaking after being in a coma for several years. He struggled several times before finally managing to utter a single sentence:

"Dad, how come your hair turned so white overnight?"

Upon hearing the only words the boy had uttered in all these years, the Baron's eyes instantly welled up with tears.

He rushed to the bedside, hugged the boy tightly, his voice choked with emotion:
“Silly boy, I’m alright! You’re finally awake… You’ve been in a coma for the past two years, and I thought you’d never wake up…”

He patted the boy on the back, so moved he could barely speak, tears streaming down his face.

The boy was a little dazed by the hug, scratched his head, and gave a shy smile:
"Dad, don't cry, I'm alright now."

He looked at Jules, his eyes clear and bright, and said earnestly:

"Thank you, sir. I feel much better. Before, it felt like I was in a dream from which I couldn't wake up, both comfortable and uncomfortable."

Jules nodded and said calmly:
"The toxins have been cleared; just rest for a few more days."

The baron released the boy's hand, wiped his eyes, stood up, and bowed solemnly to Jules:
"Sir, you saved my only son's life. The Bennett family will never forget you! From now on, if you ever need my help, I will do my utmost!"

Jules waved his hand and said:

"Send me to London tomorrow, and that will be my way of thanking you."

The Baron hurriedly said:

"The boat is ready. Tonight I will host a banquet to bid you farewell!"

"No need, I don't want too many people to know."

The baron dared not insist, his emotions still not calmed:
"Then I will personally see you off at the dock tomorrow!"

Jules smiled and nodded, and after exchanging pleasantries with the Baron for a while, he leisurely left, leaving the father and son to "reminisce".

……

"Are you leaving?"

These days, the priest seems to have aged more than ten years, and his every move is like that of an old man in his twilight years.

Upon hearing the news that Jules was leaving, he was only slightly surprised for a moment before regaining his composure.

Jules smiled helplessly:
"After all, I don't belong here."

The priest closed his eyes and sighed:
"Yes, you don't belong here..."

He was clearly somewhat lost and disappointed.

However, he quickly adjusted his mindset and said softly:
"I may not be able to see you off; I have a lot of things to take care of here."

"It's okay, I don't care."

Jules chuckled, then changed the subject:
"Besides saying goodbye, I also have a question to ask you on this trip."

"please say."

"What exactly can Blue Silver Ink be used for?"

As he spoke, he stared directly into the gap in the priest's bird bone mask, as if trying to pierce through the darkness and see the priest's face beneath.

After a moment of silence, the priest said:
"It can communicate with the gods."

The words were brief, yet they sent a chill down one's spine.

Yule narrowed his eyes and said:

"What is the specific mechanism by which it works?"

“I don’t know,” the priest shook his head. “They were passed down from our ancestors. It is said that if you write your prayers on them, they are more likely to be seen by the gods, so they are often used in rituals.”

"I see... Thank you."

Jules nodded slightly and turned to leave.

……

The next day, early in the morning.

The fog at the dock was thicker than usual; to put it bluntly, "you couldn't tell people from animals from five meters away."

The baron stood on the dock with his recovered son, who looked much better than before.

Upon Jules' arrival, the Baron waved to him with the children, his face full of smiles.

Lam was already waiting at the dock, dressed in simple servant's clothes, carrying a small bag, and grinning at Jules:
"This time, I arrived earlier than you."

Jules smiled and nodded, then turned to the Baron and asked:
Which ship was it?

The baron pointed to a spot not far away and said:

"That one."

Jules looked in the direction the Baron was pointing and saw a wooden sailing merchant ship moored at the dock, its silhouette faintly visible in the thick fog.

Although the ship was somewhat old, the mast stood tall, and several sailors were busy checking the ropes on the deck.

The Baron stepped forward and solemnly said:
"Sir, this ship will go directly to London. The captain is someone I trust, and he will ensure your safety on the journey."

"You saved my child's life, and I can never repay this kindness. If you need anything when you get to London, please send me a message!"

The boy also came closer and waved shyly at Jules:
"Thank you, sir! Take care on your journey!"

Jules nodded and smiled:
"Looks like he's recovering well."

The baron smiled and nodded repeatedly, then stepped back a few paces and, with his son, watched Jules and Rams board the ship.

Lamu, carrying a small bag, was the first to jump onto the deck and asked in a low voice:
"Sir, this ship doesn't look new. Is it any good?"

Jules glanced at him, knowing the other had already gotten into character, and then continued:
"Getting to London is fine, stop talking nonsense."

Ram chuckled and followed behind Jules.

The captain, a middle-aged man with a thick beard, bowed respectfully upon seeing Jules board the ship.

"Sir, the cabin is ready and we can depart at any time."

Jules followed the captain into the cabin and looked around.

The cabin was simple, with a wooden bed, a small table, and an oil lamp on the table.

Although the environment was so-so, it was still countless times better than what I had experienced on the Titanic.

After tidying up briefly, he sat on the edge of the bed and closed his eyes to rest.

The ship set sail soon.

The merchant ship sailed away from Blancco without making a sound, only the fish knew that someone had left.

As he watched Blancco disappear into the mist behind him, Jules let out a long sigh, his eyes still somewhat solemn.

There are still many secrets about Blancco that have not been fully revealed.

He always felt that he would be back here soon.

……

The initial days of the voyage were mostly calm and peaceful, with only a few occasional waves causing the ship to rock slightly.

Jules also faithfully played the role of "Baron," honing his skills to prevent future mistakes.

However, during an ordinary meal one day, the deck suddenly became noisy.

Jules hadn't paid much attention at first, but seeing Lamb also rush in, he asked in surprise:
"Has something happened outside?"

“Something terrible has happened…” Ram gritted his teeth, his brows furrowed with worry. “A pirate ship has its eyes on us.”

(End of this chapter)