My esoteric uncle Jules

Chapter 161 The Prince of Wales

Windsor Royal Estate, a simply furnished reception room.

“My dear friend, I never expected you to actually find a way and get here so quickly.”

Uriel blew on the scalding hot tea and looked at Jules with a slightly curious gaze.

He had assumed that the other party would have to wait until London was unblocked, or at the very least, for quite some time before they could arrive in London.

Unexpectedly, we arrived in London almost at the same time—although there was a difference of a few days, it was still quite surprising.

Jules did not drink the tea, but simply smiled and said:
"After all, there are people here whom I need to see, don't you think?"

Uriel chuckled and said:
"Then you'll be disappointed, Master—oh, here's the thing, His Highness the Prince is busy with something and may not be available for the time being, and the wedding won't be held immediately."

"No, no, I'm not the one who wants to see you the most this time."

After saying that, Jules looked at Ram beside him.

Ram remained remarkably silent from the beginning, staring intently at Uriel with his eyes wide open.

Uriel shrugged and smiled:
"I know why you came to see me, but well, there's a little surprise."

He put down his teacup, his smile unchanged, and his gaze swept over Ram:
"The unexpected thing is that your sister is no longer with me."

Ram's expression changed drastically; she stood up abruptly, her voice trembling:

"What do you mean?! You promised me that you would release her if I helped you find that thing!"

Uriel leaned back in his chair, his tone calm:
"I'm not lying to you. I'm very satisfied with the goods, and I was originally planning to release the person."

But a few days ago, a nobleman took a fancy to her and offered a high price to buy her. I couldn't refuse, but considering my agreement with you, I let him rent her for a month.

"Well, what can I do? You guys came back so quickly."

Hearing these self-righteous words, even Jules, who was not involved, felt a sudden urge to kill.

At this moment, Ram's eyes were bloodshot.

"You sold her?!"

Ram suddenly stood up and charged at Uriel, his fists clenched:

"You bastard! Where is she?!"

Jules, quick as a flash, grabbed Ram and whispered:

"calm!"

Although he also disliked Uriel, it would be unwise to have a direct confrontation.

After all, Uriel is a superhuman; if Ram were to be "accidentally" injured, he wouldn't even be able to say anything.

Uriel maintained his smug smile, hands outstretched, seemingly unconcerned about Ram's anger.

Ram realized the rashness of his actions and tried to calm his anger, but he still glared fiercely at Uriel and said:
Where did you sell my sister?

At this moment, rescuing his sister is the most important thing!

If anything were to happen, he would be filled with remorse!
Uriel glanced at Jules and said indifferently:
"Telling you won't hurt. The Cavendish family is a famous noble family in London. If you're capable, go there and find someone."

Yule narrowed his eyes and said:

"Specific address?"

"The West End of London, you've heard a lot about that place. If you ask around, you should know where the Cavendish family is."

Uriel pulled out a piece of paper, quickly wrote down an address and a request to return Ram's sister, and tossed it over.

He said with a smile:

"After that, it's none of my business—if they ask me to write it for them, I don't know if they'll even listen."

After all, she'd only been rented there for a few days; I had no right to demand they take her back before the lease expired.

Jules said with a forced smile:
"Understood, understood."

Uriel could certainly see through Jules and Lamb's true attitude, but he just laughed nonchalantly, pulled an invitation from his pocket, and handed it to Jules.

"This is His Highness's official wedding invitation. Keep it safe; you'll need it to enter the wedding venue."

Furthermore, I estimate that His Highness the Prince should be free in three days, at which time you can meet him at Windsor Manor.”

Jules gave Uriel a deep look and said:
"Thank you."

He paused and said:

Can I meet someone I know?

“An acquaintance?” Uriel paused for a moment, but he immediately realized that Jules was referring to Lolita, the “bride” of the wedding.

He shook his head, a playful smile appearing on his face:
"You must understand that nothing can be done without His Highness's permission. Even our meeting was conducted with His Highness's permission, understand?"

His implication was that Jules's meeting with Lolita was not permitted.

Upon hearing this, Jules didn't press the matter further and smiled faintly:

"See you in three days then."

After saying that, he got up and left with Ram.

……

"Damn it!"

As soon as she left Windsor Royal Estate, Ram could no longer control her expression; pain and anger were almost overflowing.

He simply couldn't imagine what kind of inhuman treatment his sister would suffer!
If you bought it, you might feel more protective of it as if it were your own property, but Uriel is "renting" it.

Renting means it belongs to someone else, and you don't feel bad if someone else's things get damaged!
The thought of the dark side of human nature he had witnessed in the past almost made him faint.

"Mr. Jules, what do we do?" Ram was almost in despair.

Jules glanced at Ram and said calmly:

"If you call me Mr. Jules, there may be no way to change things, but if you call me sir, there might be a chance."

Lam was taken aback, thinking he had misheard. Why would Jules suddenly nitpick over such a trivial detail about address?
But he immediately realized what he was doing and whispered:

"I'm sorry, sir, I lost my composure."

Even if Uriel knew his true identity, to others at least, their apparent identities were still those of a noble master and servant from Blanccourt.

If they had this identity, they could get in touch with the Prince of Wales, and perhaps things would take a turn for the better!
Seeing that Ram had quieted down, Jules smiled and said:

“I’ve never heard of the Cavendish family, but they must be quite powerful to be able to buy ‘slaves’ directly from the prince’s men. The simplest way is to introduce another ‘power’ to pressure them into making a compromise.”

Ram nodded knowingly and said:

"Understood, sir."

……

Some time later, at the entrance of the Royal Manor of Loren.

Jules held the letter that had been sent by the Prince of Wales, his expression utterly calm.

Ram, on the other hand, clearly showed some tension and apprehension on her face.

Seeing this, Jules whispered in Ram's ear:
"Don't worry, even if my identity is exposed, nothing will happen."

Perhaps it was his composure that gave Ram confidence, because Ram soon stopped trembling and calmed down a lot.

"Hey! Unauthorized personnel are not allowed to linger near the Royal Manor of Loren, and are prohibited from approaching within a radius of fifty meters!"

Suddenly, a loud shout rang out.

From the nearby woods, a squad of fully equipped, armored guards emerged and approached Jules and Lahm step by step. The captain of the guards watched the two men nervously—especially Jules.

For some reason, Jules always gave him a dangerous feeling.

Seeing the guards approach, Jules instantly switched to "aristocratic mode," smiled politely, and said:
“I am Baron Blancco, and I have come here at the invitation of His Highness the Prince.”

The head guard looked at Jules with suspicion, and after a long while, said:
"Then you've gone to the wrong place. The wedding is at the Windsor Royal Estate next door."

Jules' face twitched subtly as he said:
"It was His Highness the Prince of Wales who invited me."

The moment the Prince of Wales' name was mentioned, the previously noisy scene quieted down considerably.

"Do you have an invitation?"

The head guard frowned, remaining vigilant.

He recalled that His Highness the Prince hadn't been holding any banquets or balls lately, so how could someone have received an invitation?
Jules smiled faintly, took out the letter from the Baron earlier, and handed it over.

"It wasn't an invitation, but an invitation was indeed sent to me."

At this moment, the royal crest even shone brightly in the sunlight.

"It doesn't look fake..." The head guard raised an eyebrow, somewhat unsure of what to do, and wanted to open it up to take a look.

Seeing the head guard trying to open it, Ram and Jules exchanged a glance and said in a deep voice:
“This involves important matters discussed between the master and His Highness the Prince. If unrelated people like you find out, things will get complicated.”

The guards looked at each other, and finally, the chief guard made a decision:

"I'll go ask for instructions. Please wait a moment."

Clutching the envelope, he jogged straight into the manor, drawing sidelong glances.

Inside the manor, the butler was leisurely drinking tea and reading the newspaper while reclining in a chair when suddenly there was a loud knocking on the door.

"My lord! My lord! Someone said he came at the invitation of His Highness the Prince and is a complete stranger, but he gave me evidence. Could you help me verify it?"

The butler slowly put down the newspaper, adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses, and said:

"Oh? Let me take a look."

The butler took the envelope, his gaze falling on the royal insignia. After confirming its authenticity, he opened the envelope without any change in expression and took out the letter.

Others might be surprised by this royal emblem, but he was used to it.

He carefully unfolded the letter, glanced at its contents, and his expression changed drastically.

"A letter from Baron Blancco... His Highness the Prince?"

The butler muttered to himself, his brow furrowed, then looked up at the head guard, his tone urgent:

Where is that person now?

The head guard was taken aback, then pointed outside the door:
“I told them to wait right at the manor gate.”

The butler abruptly stood up, a hint of nervousness flashing in his eyes:
"Wait? Hurry! Come with me to greet them!"

The head guard was a little confused. The lord was usually as steady as a rock. How could he lose his composure for a stranger?
It seemed that the contents of that letter were indeed very important—thankfully he hadn't read it, and he couldn't help but feel a surge of relief.

He didn't dare ask any more questions and quickly followed the butler's pace.

At the entrance to the manor, Jules and Lamb stood still, the guards around them still watching them warily.

"Master, do you think we'll be able to see His Highness the Prince?" Ram asked with some worry.

Yule said leisurely:
"I can't say for sure, but I think it should be fine."

No sooner had he finished speaking than the manor gate creaked open.

A butler in a black tuxedo stepped out, his steps quick yet elegant, his gaze precisely fixed on Jules.

"Mr. Baron?"

The butler stopped, bowed slightly, and spoke respectfully:

"I am His Highness the Prince's steward. I have long admired the Baron's name, and it is an honor to meet you today."

Jules nodded slightly, feigning the composure of a nobleman:

"You're too kind, sir. I've come at the invitation of His Highness the Prince to discuss important matters. May I ask if he's available at the moment?"

The butler nodded repeatedly, his gaze sweeping over the envelope, his tone becoming even more solemn:

"His Highness is in the manor. Please follow me."

He turned to the side and gestured for them to enter, seemingly wanting to lead the way himself.

The guards looked at each other, then stepped aside to make way for Jules and Ram.

The steward walked ahead with steady steps, and the servants along the way bowed their heads and gave way when they saw him leading the group in person, creating a solemn atmosphere.

Ram followed behind Jules with his head down, secretly surprised.

The butler's attitude was even more serious than he had imagined!

Seeing this, the flame of hope in his heart burned even brighter.

The more the Prince of Wales values ​​this, the more likely they are to receive help from the other side!

After walking through a long corridor, the butler pushed open a carved wooden door and whispered:
"Baron, His Highness the Prince is inside. Please."

Jules nodded and led Ram into the room.

The room was softly lit, the fireplace flickered, and a man stood with his back to the door, holding a glass of red wine, his posture upright.

"You did a good job. Go now." The man didn't turn around; he simply issued the order calmly.

The butler bowed gracefully.

"Yes, Your Highness."

After saying that, he left the room.

After the butler left, the Prince of Wales turned around, revealing a sharply defined face with a scrutinizing gaze.

After a long pause, he suddenly spoke:
“You are not the Baron Blancco.”

His words were so firm, so swift.

Upon hearing this, Ram's mind went completely blank, but Jules simply smiled faintly and said:
"But the ink I brought is genuine."

With a flick of his wrist, he revealed the half-bottle of ink, its bluish-silver hue shimmering under the light.

“Ah, interesting,” the Prince of Wales said, looking at Jules with interest. “Tell me, where did you get this letter?”

Yule smiled and said:
"Does it matter?"

The Prince of Wales gave him a meaningful look and said:
"Indeed, it's not that important, but as one of the people directly involved in this matter, I still have some right to know, right?"

After all, this letter was sent half a year ago.

Jules smiled slightly and informed the Prince of Wales of the direction of the pre-prepared, censored version.

After listening, the Prince of Wales nodded thoughtfully.

"I see, no wonder I haven't received a reply in half a year, they were out of stock..."

"So, you wouldn't tell me that your purpose in impersonating that baron was simply to return to London, would you?"

“Of course not,” Jules said with a faint smile, pulling out the wedding invitation that Uriel had given him not long ago. “Your Highness should recognize this, shouldn’t you?”

The Prince of Wales' eyes narrowed slightly:
"I recognize you. What, are you one of Dor's men?"

“No, quite the opposite,” Jules said through a smile tinged with a hint of gritted teeth, “I am the one who will destroy him.”

(End of this chapter)