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

side to call for help? As a saint of the Aurora Order, he might very well have advanced from a Shepherd, so it’s nothing strange to have the Beyonder powers of a Rose Bishop… Klein nodded in thought,

How?” Frank Lee turned his head at Gehrman Sparrow with a blank

ask your captain, not

don’t have

too many oddities

to deal with a demigod. Although the good side would definitely interfere with it, all it could do was lower the

were so easily rescued and have him become a completely good Saint of Darkness, Klein believed that the queen would’ve long done so. The reason why she didn’t

that Queen Mystic doesn’t even dare challenge it… Leomaster’s dream was only partially restored. It nearly made me face a situation I couldn’t deal with. Finally, I resolved the problem quickly with the Sea God Scepter. If I were to meet him in the real world, I’d really suffer a dissociation in personality, becoming a member of an asylum. I would have

“Perhaps the fellow

his eyes suddenly lit up as

imprint left on this

Heath Doyle

open bit by bit as he smiled like

always been very curious about the flesh and blood structure of a

of using similar

this ship soon… Klein had the baffling impression of a

paleness, was

thank me?” Frank Lee scratched

experimental subject. You are a partner worth trusting… The corners of Klein’s mouth twitched a bit in an attempt to interpret

…

Town. In the half-collapsed

of the ecclesiastic in white and softly asked, “Who are the

the huge

“Who tempted Sasrir?”

as he continued prostrating to the ground. He repeated his words

Derrick looked in that direction, feeling somewhat

from the ecclesiastic, Colin reached out his right hand,

blade tip reaching the back of his head, the ecclesiastic remained in penitence, as though nothing had

as he surveyed the area with dark green

the altar ahead as he cast his gaze onto the

reached out his left hand and extinguished the entirety

middle of the altar suddenly turned dim as the prostrating white-robed

his head. It was a gloomy green,

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

took a step diagonally forward with his right foot,

sword, spots of light

of light swept the surroundings,

as Colin looked at the ecclesiastic whose body had been infused with

“Who are the Kings?