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 the mind world

by Leomaster’s good 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

his head at Gehrman Sparrow with a blank

captain, not me…

don’t have to

many oddities with

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

impossible. But if Leomaster 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 take action had

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 to find a way to borrow the Mental Terror Candle from Father Utravsky to have a chance of being treated…

lot. “Perhaps the fellow who’s asking for

suddenly lit up as he stared

the mental imprint

Heath Doyle

Frank Lee’s mouth cracked open bit by bit as he smiled like a two-hundred-pound

about the flesh and blood structure of

outcome of using similar flesh and blood as the medium

day, you will die amidst your experiments. Thankfully, I’ll be leaving this ship soon… Klein had the baffling impression of a brattish child entering

was nearly translucent from the paleness, was taken aback for two

Frank Lee scratched his head, looking

as the experimental subject. You are a partner worth trusting…

…

In

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

is the huge

“Who tempted Sasrir?”

the ground. He repeated his

Derrick looked in that

out his right hand, inching his silver sword towards

reaching the back of his head, the

silver sword as he surveyed the area with dark

walked diagonally to the altar ahead as he cast his gaze onto

seconds of silence, he reached out his left

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

head. It was a gloomy green,

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

prepared for it. He took a step diagonally forward with his right foot, turned his body halfway, and swept backward with the

spots of light soared, instantly forming a gigantic

surroundings, leaving the ecclesiastic frozen in midair before he

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

“Who are the Kings?