Chapter 189: The Fourth Name

Chapter 189: The Fourth Name

Something strange? Klein felt a headache coming on, though his expression remained perfectly unchanged.

“What is it?” he asked.

“A fish with human fingers growing in its belly!” Without waiting for Gehrman Sparrow to respond, Frank Lee thumped out of the dining room. Before long, he came running back at high speed, now carrying a strange blue-black fish in his hand.

The fish was of ordinary length, but where its eyes were, it had eyelids like a human. Its belly had already been cut open, revealing three bloody fingers stuffed inside.

“I didn’t put these in! They were already there! Look at its mouth. It probably couldn’t eat this kind of thing, so they could only have grown out of it! Of course, I still can’t figure out what purpose growing fingers would serve for the fish itself.” Frank spoke rapidly, laying out his judgment.

Klein glanced at the fish and, after some consideration, said, “It’s also possible someone else stuffed them inside.”

“…That makes sense. Then it isn’t the most unique fish after all.” Frank froze for a second, faintly disappointed. “Fingers are flesh and blood. I’ll ask Heath. He’s the expert in this field.”

As he spoke, he looked around and found Heath Doyle, who was curled up in a corner eating.

Frank quickly walked over and placed the blue-black strange fish before “Bloodless.”

Heath Doyle extended both hands and pressed down on the fish body. He was just about to lower his face toward it.

Watching the scene, Frank suddenly felt that something was wrong.

He quickly realized what it was and laughed.

“No, this isn’t food for you. You’ve been eating fish all this time, and your body is starting to smell fishy.

“What I mean is: do you recognize the fingers inside the fish’s belly? Can you find their original owner?”

Heath Doyle stopped lowering his body and studied them seriously for a few seconds.

“They belong to a Rose Bishop. At the very least, a Rose Bishop.”

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

After a brief moment of stillness, the fingers melted like candles, becoming a lump of viscous flesh and blood.

That flesh and blood wriggled, writing a crimson word upon the dining table:

“Help!”

The fingers of a Rose Bishop… Help… Seeing the scene, Klein, standing nearby, instantly formed an association.

He thought of the Black Saint Leomaster in the dream world!

That Saint of the Aurora Order had been affected by the residual power of an angel or god of the Spectator pathway inside some ruin or relic, splitting off a good personality and becoming trapped there as a result.

His good and evil personalities constantly confronted one another, often clashing on the mental level. The darker-leaning main personality had gradually gained the upper hand, while the good personality could only hide throughout the inner world, seeking help.

So this is an attempt by Leomaster’s good personality to ask for help? As a Saint of the Aurora Order, he was most likely promoted from Shepherd. It wouldn’t be strange for him to possess a Rose Bishop’s Beyonder abilities… Klein nodded thoughtfully, feeling that his judgment should be close to the truth.

“Help? How?” Frank Lee looked at Gehrman Sparrow in confusion.

You should be asking your captain, not me… Klein shook his head.

“Leave it alone.

“This sea has too many strange things.”

The basis for his suggestion was that the previous dream had made it clear Leomaster’s main personality held an absolute advantage. If one truly wanted to save him, one would have to be prepared to deal with a demigod. Although the good personality would certainly interfere, at most it would weaken the Black Saint’s strength to a certain extent. He would still remain a demigod.

Of course, the Future had the Queen of Mysteries as insurance. If they truly wanted to attempt it, it was not impossible. But if saving Leomaster were that easy—if he could be made thoroughly and simply into a benevolent Black…