My esoteric uncle Jules

Chapter 45 Lolita's Blood
"Do you know how much trouble this has caused?"

In the lobby, the top leaders of the Wellington family were gathered together, a rare occasion, and in the center was kneeling a disheveled figure.

It was Carl.

He raised his head and said with difficulty, "I know."

The elderly gentleman who initially warned Carl slowly walked out of the crowd and stared at Carl:

"It would have been fine if you had killed those two detectives, but you actually let them escape, right under our noses!"

His tone became heavier, even tinged with anger:

"Your behavior brings shame to the Wellington family!"

Carl hung his head and said nothing.

"Everything originated from you. The family, in recognition of your contributions, has done so much for you. We have done our utmost."

The old gentleman turned around and said coldly, "This incident caused by you has become increasingly serious. From now on, you will have to find a way to end it yourself, even if it means sacrificing your own life."

Hearing this, Karl's already pale face turned even paler.

He gritted his teeth and suddenly said:
"Can you please listen to me? I promise that after hearing this, you will definitely feel that the benefits of keeping me are greater than abandoning me!"

The old gentleman paused and slowly turned his head.

"Go ahead."

He waited for a while, but Karl didn't speak.

Karl just stood there and said in a deep voice:
"I'm sorry, this is a very important secret. I can only tell the Earl."

A group of senior officials suddenly became dissatisfied:
"We are not outsiders!"

“Karl, your family gave you a name, but what secrets are you still hiding?”

The old gentleman—or rather the old earl—fluttered his eyes, slammed his cane on the ground, and said in a low voice:
"Silence! Noise is allowed in the auditorium!"

After that, he slowly approached Karl and cast a deep gaze at him.

"Go ahead."

Carl leaned sideways and whispered something to the old count.

The old earl's expression was calm at first, but soon, his expression turned into shock and disbelief.

"Is everything you said true?"

"Absolutely true," Carl nodded solemnly. "If you don't believe me, you can verify it yourself with the ritual."

The old earl closed his eyes, as if he was in some kind of inner struggle.

The discussions around him grew louder and louder until the old earl suddenly opened his eyes.

"Silence! I have made my decision!"

He looked around, and one could even see something called "determination" on his old face.

"Next, the family will send Carl to the Giant Stone Islands for protection. At the same time, we will mobilize all our connections to forcibly terminate the Anti-Suppression Bureau's investigation into this incident!"

He did not explain why, but turned and left the lobby, leaving everyone looking at each other in confusion.

After a while, several of his confidants, unable to contain their curiosity, approached the old earl and asked:

"What exactly did Karl say to you?"

The old earl was silent for a moment, his eyes shining with a strange light.
"The secret message of the 'Red Cup' is enough to revitalize the Wellington family..."

……

in the apartment.

"Uncle Jules, and Uncle Holmes, what happened to you two..."

Lolita looked at the two injured people in front of her and was extremely anxious.

Yule raised his eyelids and comforted her:

"It's okay. He had some stomach bleeding and I fell. They're nothing serious."

Although both he and Holmes managed to escape, they could not be said to have escaped unscathed, as both suffered injuries of varying degrees.

Lolita bit her lip and complained:

"Don't think I don't know! Uncle Jules always goes out to do something extremely dangerous... What if he dies?"

Her eyes were full of resentment.

Jules smiled helplessly:
"Uncle just went out to make money, don't worry." "Then why didn't uncle take me with him!"

"...You are too weak to help."

Holmes just watched Jules and Lolita bickering with a calm face, thinking about something from time to time.

Lolita's childish eyes swept over the two of them, and suddenly, she seemed to have made up her mind.

Her pale blue eyes seemed to be filled with the depths of the ocean. After a moment, she spoke softly:
"Uncle Jules, I can already help you, you see."

She suddenly picked up a fruit knife from the table next to her and cut her wrist without hesitation.

"What are you doing!" Jules was frightened and snatched the fruit knife from Lolita's hand.

Lolita just raised her stubborn little face and said seriously:
"Drink my blood and your uncle will get better."

After listening to what Lolita said, Jules' eyes narrowed slightly.

Only then did he realize that as the blood flowed out, Lolita's originally vague breath gradually became clearer.

Moreover, there has been a qualitative change compared to the original!
"You... have been promoted to the next level?" Yule was a little surprised.

He thought it would take a long time, but he didn't expect Lolita to progress so quickly.

"Yeah!" Seeing Jules's surprised look, Lolita felt quite proud:
"You didn't expect that! If I said I could help my uncle, I would definitely help him... Ouch!"

As soon as she finished speaking, she was hit on the head by Yule.

"You're so young, but you're always thinking about dangerous things!"

Jules wanted to scold her, but he couldn't say anything when the words came to his lips. He could only sigh:

"I know you're doing this for my own good, but..."

"Okay, I get it. I'll be careful next time." Lolita pouted and tried to raise her arms to show them to Jules.

"Really? Uncle, you'll know if you try it! My blood is very effective!"

Jules glanced at Holmes beside him and said thoughtfully:

"My injury is not serious. Give it to Uncle Holmes. He is more seriously injured."

After what happened not long ago, his trust in Holmes has increased a lot, and the two can be regarded as friends who have shared life and death.

"To Uncle Holmes?"

Lolita looked at Holmes and asked:
"Uncle, do you want to drink my blood? It's very effective!"

Holmes's facial expression was somewhat moved. After a while, he slowly said:

"You have the heart of an angel."

……

A few drops of blood dripped onto the spoon and were put into Holmes' mouth.

Lolita looked at Holmes expectantly:

"Uncle, how do you feel?"

Holmes's expression gradually changed from calm to surprise:

"The improvement is surprisingly fast... I really want to know how this is done."

I have learned about the abilities of the Feaster himself. A first-level person definitely does not have this kind of authority. It may be the power of the descendants of the wave... Yule thought so.

Suddenly, he discovered that Holmes was looking at Lolita with a strange look.

The corners of Yule's mouth twitched, and he couldn't help but stand between the two of them.

"Let me make it clear first, she won't give it to you for research!"

Knowing Holmes' character well, he already understood what the other party was thinking.

Holmes's mouth curled up slightly:

"Who do you think I am? What you should worry about more is that her specialness will be discovered by others."

"...I will do my best to protect her." Yule glanced at Lolita and sighed helplessly.

As the descendant of the wave, it was normal for her to have some peculiarities, but these peculiarities could very likely bring about fatal disasters.

He was worrying about Lolita's future when Holmes' hand gently fell on his shoulder:
"Don't worry, my dear Jules. If one day you are gone, let her come to me. As long as I am alive, she will not suffer."

The force of this slap was clearly very light, but to Jules it felt as heavy as a mountain.

(End of this chapter)