Lord of the Mysteries

Chapter 671: The Fourth Name

Strange item? Klein instantly felt a headache, but he asked with an unperturbed expression, “What is it?”

“Fish with human fingers growing in them!” Without waiting for Gehrman Sparrow’s reply, Frank ran into the dining hall. Before long, he ran back and held a strange bluish-black fish in his hand.

The fish was of normal length. In the space where its eyes were, it had a face resembling a human. Its belly had been dissected, and three bloody fingers could be seen stuffed inside.

“It wasn’t inserted by me. It was originally like that! Look at its teeth. It’s very unlikely that it will eat something like that, so it can only be the case of the fingers producing themselves! Of course, I’m currently unable to determine what the fingers will do to its body,” Frank hurriedly explained his judgment.

Klein glanced at the fish and said after some deliberation, “It might also be stuffed inside by someone.”

“… Makes sense. Then it’s not the most unique fish.” Frank was stunned for a second as he appeared somewhat disappointed. “Fingers are considered flesh and blood. I’ll ask Heath. He’s an expert on such matters.”

As he spoke, he surveyed the area and found Heath Doyle who was huddled in a corner eating.

Frank quickly went over and placed the bluish-black fish before Bloodless.

Heath Doyle extended his hands and pressed his face to the fish.

Upon seeing this scene, Frank had a baffling feeling that something was amiss.

He soon reacted and laughed.

“No, this isn’t food for you. You’ve been eating fish all this time to the point that even your body smells of fish.

“What I meant was to ask if you know the fingers inside the fish’s stomach? Can you find its original owner?”

Heath Doyle stopped his leaning actions and carefully studied it for a few seconds.

“They belong to a Rose Bishop’s, at least a Rose Bishop’s.”

He took out the three bloody fingers and stacked them together.

After a brief moment, the fingers melted like wax, turning into a puddle of sticky flesh and blood.

The flesh and blood squirmed as they drew a word in blood-red: “Help!”

Fingers from a Rose Bishop… “Help”… Upon seeing this scene, Klein instantly made some connections.

He recalled the Saint of Darkness and Leomaster from the dream world!

This Aurora Order saint was in a particular ruin, and he was affected by the remnant powers of an angel or deity of the Spectator pathway, causing him to dissociate and transform into a kind character. This resulted in him being trapped there.

towards the darkness, gradually held the advantage as the good personality hid everywhere in

he might very well have advanced from a Shepherd, so it’s nothing strange to have the Beyonder powers of a Rose Bishop…

Frank Lee turned his head at Gehrman Sparrow with a

ask your captain, not

have

are too many oddities with

this opinion was that, from the dream, Leomaster’s main persona held the absolute advantage. To really rescue him, he needed to make preparations to deal with a demigod. Although the good side would definitely interfere with it, all it could

impossible. But if Leomaster were so easily rescued and have him become a completely good Saint of Darkness,

Sea God Scepter. If I were to meet him in the real world, I’d really suffer

lot. “Perhaps the fellow who’s asking for help is long

his eyes suddenly lit up

wipe out the mental imprint left on this flesh

Heath Doyle replied

cracked open bit by bit

been very curious about the flesh

thought of the outcome of using similar flesh and blood as the medium

Thankfully, I’ll be leaving this ship soon… Klein had

was taken aback for two seconds before sincerely saying, “Thank

thank me?” Frank Lee scratched his head,

probably thanking you for being able to hold back your curiosity and not using his flesh and blood as the experimental subject. You are a partner worth trusting… The corners of Klein’s mouth twitched a bit in an attempt to interpret the reason.

…

In

of the ecclesiastic in

the huge

“Who tempted Sasrir?”

he continued prostrating to the ground. He repeated his words of penitence as though he was

specter, or an evil spirit? Derrick looked in that direction, feeling

Colin reached out his right

blade tip reaching the back of his

silver sword as he surveyed

to the altar ahead as he cast his gaze onto the candle

reached out his left hand and extinguished the entirety of

collapsed deity statue in the middle of the altar suddenly turned dim as the prostrating white-robed man finally stopped his

lifted his head. It was a gloomy green, and his gaze was filled

time, the devout ecclesiastic had pounced forward with an exceedingly fast

his right foot, turned his body halfway, and

sword, spots of light soared, instantly forming a

the surroundings, leaving the ecclesiastic frozen in midair before

quickly came to an end as Colin looked at the ecclesiastic whose body had been infused

“Who are the Kings?