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.

often clashing at the psyche level. The main persona, which was more inclined towards the darkness, gradually held the advantage as the good

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, believing that his judgment was likely close

Frank Lee turned his head at Gehrman Sparrow with a

ask your captain, not me…

don’t have

many

him, he needed to make preparations to deal with a demigod. Although the good side would definitely interfere with it, all it could do was lower the Saint of Darkness’s strength to a certain extent. It would still remain a

and have him become a completely good Saint of Darkness, Klein believed that the queen would’ve long done so.

I were to meet him in the real world, I’d really suffer a

a lot. “Perhaps the fellow who’s asking

eyes suddenly lit up as he stared

mental imprint left on this flesh and

Doyle

ends of Frank Lee’s mouth cracked open bit by bit as

very curious about the flesh and blood structure of

using similar flesh and blood

leaving this ship soon… Klein had the baffling impression of a brattish

the paleness, was taken aback for two

scratched

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…

…

Town. In the half-collapsed

ecclesiastic in

is the huge

“Who tempted Sasrir?”

repeated his words of penitence as though

spirit? Derrick looked in that direction,

reached out his right hand, inching his silver

the sharp blade tip reaching the back of his head, the

retracted his silver sword as he surveyed the area with dark green symbols in

he walked diagonally to the altar ahead as he cast his gaze onto the candle emitting a yellow

seconds of silence, he reached out his left hand

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

head. It was a gloomy

in time, the devout ecclesiastic had pounced forward with an

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

sword, spots of light soared, instantly

storm that was formed purely out of light swept the surroundings, leaving the ecclesiastic

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

“Who are the Kings?