Chapter 747: Letter from Jules
On the gorgeous star ebony long table, there is an exquisite typewriter.
Next to him, there was another scribe holding a quill, ready to write down the text at any time.
Yule looked at the respectful people in the room, his brows tightened a little, and he waved his hand, signaling them all to go out.
After the door was closed, Jules pulled out a chair and sat at the long table. He put his hands on the typewriter and moved his fingers a few times, but he still felt uncomfortable and inexplicably awkward.
After thinking for a while, he took off the triple crown that symbolized the Pope on his head and put it aside. Only then did he look a little more relaxed.
Putting the parchment into the typewriter's slot, Jules habitually hit the backspace key a few times to check the typewriter's status.
Then, the metal button lever began to click.
"Beatrice, I'm so sorry I haven't written to you until now."
"These past few years in the church must have been very difficult. The triple crown was very heavy, but you had to wear it."
"But it doesn't matter. I killed them all."
"It's funny. They are obviously extraordinary beings with great powers and can bend reality with their will alone. But even when I put a knife to their necks, they couldn't believe I would do it."
"Now I am both the Pope and the entire Council of Keepers."
"It's quite fitting. After all, I'm also a Secret Keeper."
Jules smiled softly as if he had thought of something.
"I wonder how you're doing in Castel? Actually, I'm a little surprised you made it there alive. The ritual I designed should have completely destroyed your body."
"Maybe they're good at healing? Or maybe you've finally let go of something important?"
"Anyway, I can feel that you are still alive. Your heartbeat is ringing softly in my ears, which makes me regret it so much."
"My niece, you can hate me and blame me as much as you want. You are the one who survived, so you have the right to do so."
"But you have to remember that you made mistakes too."
"Beatrice, you didn't listen to me."
"I wrote to you before, telling you to be careful of inhuman beings, but you didn't do it at all."
"I'm very disappointed."
"In this world, only humans are trustworthy. Everything else is untrustworthy."
Jules pulled the parchment down and tapped it again with his fingers, saying, "None of this is believable!"
"You've never seen the reality of this world, so I understand why you're harboring such hope."
"But you can't make the same mistake over and over again. Hughes is not trustworthy. I know I can't convince you now, but you should be able to figure it out."
"Hughes, he is not human."
"I've watched him for a long time, longer than you can imagine, and I still don't know what he is."
Having written this, Jules' fingers paused.
He pushed open the lever, picked up the parchment, and held it before his eyes.
"Should I tell her?"
"This letter will definitely be seen by Hughes. If I write it down, he will know it."
"Bruno has lost his way, the [Named Ones] have taken the wrong path, and nothing can be undone."
"Hughes, will you be the last hope?"
Metal fingers tapped on the table, and the sound echoed in the empty palace.
The afterglow of the setting sun fell on Yule, and his shadow became longer and longer.
Pop.
The candles in the room lit up.
Jules stared at the candlelight, his eyes flickering.
"never mind."
"If I've done something wrong, let him walk over my dead body."
"I can't throw away this last chance."
After muttering to himself for a while, Jules' expression suddenly relaxed.
He took the cup, tasted the oil in it, and stretched. The two machines on the table immediately came over to wipe the circuits and apply grease for him.
From the mechanical arm to the steel ribs, and then along the metal spine all the way up, when the machines on both sides were ready to separate his mechanical skull, he suddenly raised his hand.
"That's enough, today's maintenance is here."
The indicator lights on the machines on both sides flashed, skipping the subsequent maintenance process, stepping aside, and returning to silence.
And Jules also lowered his head and put his hands back on the typewriter.
"Beatrice, I asked you to read some teachings before. I wonder if you did it."
"Not only the Candlelight Society's, but also the teachings of several other major churches are acceptable."
“The Church will conceal things, but it will not lie about doctrine.”
"Forget it, I'll just give you some hints."
"If you had been paying attention, you would have noticed it."
"None of the teachings of the four major churches mentions gods."
"The Candlelight Society worships the eternal candlelight, the Silent Temple worships the remains of the bone dove, the Sleepless Temple worships the eternal dream, and the Mechanical Society worships the craft itself."
"Only the Church of Poseidon worships Poseidon."
"So the Church of Poseidon perished."
"Yes, you are smart enough to have guessed why the four major churches do not worship gods."
"If not, I'll give you some more hints."
"Everyone who studies esoteric history knows that each of the four major churches has two sects."
"The Unquenchable Candles and Flame-Chasing Moths of the Candlelight Society, the Buried and Forgotten of the Silent Temple, the Shrouded and Night Watchmen of the Sleepless Temple, the Deep Divers and Banshees of the Poseidon Church, and the Mechanic Society... let's not mention them."
“Like light and shadow, they coexist and exist together.”
"The Candlelight Society's light and darkness split, the Silent Temple's light overwhelmed its shadow, the Sons of the Unsleeping had light and darkness coexisting, and the Church of Poseidon's shadow overwhelmed its light. Oh, and so they perished."
"Beatrice, you're a smart child. If it weren't for bad luck, you wouldn't have been dragged into this vortex."
"But my advice is, whatever you guessed, forget it, and as for the reason—"
Jules shook his head and did not continue writing. Instead, he simply pulled the letter paper and signed it from the bottom.
"Pope of the Candlelight Society, Chief of the Council of Secret Keepers, Mechanical Temple"
His fingers paused, then he pulled the compression spring of the typewriter, took out the parchment stuck in the slot, crossed out the long signature, then put it back and typed the signature again.
"Your Uncle Jules."
Jules took out the parchment, stuffed it into an envelope, and sealed it with wax. Looking at the candlelight emblem printed on the wax, he pursed his lips.
"Send this letter to Castres."
He spoke softly, and the door opened. Someone respectfully took the envelope and was about to leave when a voice came from behind the long table:
"Do you know how to send it?"
Seeing the priest's confused expression, Jules chuckled and said, "Put it in a beautiful box, go to the Lower Rhine, find a hole, and throw it into the ground."
(End of this chapter)
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