Something strange? Klein felt a headache coming on, but he maintained his composure.
"What is it?"
"A fish with human fingers growing out of its stomach!" Without waiting for German Sparrow's response, Frank rushed out of the restaurant. Before long, he ran back with a bluish-black strange fish in his hand.
The fish was ordinary in length, and it had eyelids like a human's. Its abdomen had been sliced open, and three bloody fingers could be seen stuffed inside.
"I didn't put them there. They were there to begin with! Look at its mouth. There's a high chance that it won't eat such things, so they can only be grown by itself! Of course, I'm unable to figure out what the long fingers do to it at the moment, "Frank quickly explained his judgment.
Klein glanced at the fish and deliberated before saying, "That's right.
"It might have been stuffed in by someone else."
"… That makes sense. Then, it wouldn't be the most unique fish." Frank was taken aback for a second, feeling a little disappointed. "Fingers are considered flesh and blood. I'll ask Heath. He's an expert in this field."
As he spoke, he surveyed the area and found Heath Doyle, who was eating in a corner.
Frank quickly approached and placed the bluish-black fish in front of Bloodless.
Heath Doyle reached out his hands and pressed down on the fish's body, just as he was about to stick his face to it.
When Frank saw this scene, he had a baffling feeling that something was amiss.
He quickly reacted and laughed.
"No, this isn't food for you. You've been eating fish all this time, and you're starting to smell fishy.
"What I mean is, do you recognize the fingers in the fish's stomach? Can you find its original owner? "
Heath Doyle stopped leaning down and seriously observed it for a few seconds.
"They belong to a Rose Bishop, or at least a Rose Bishop."
He took out the three fingers and stacked them together, dripping with blood.
After a brief moment of congealing, the fingers melted like candles, turning into a pool of sticky flesh and blood.
The flesh and blood squirmed, drawing a bright red word on the dining table:
"Help!"
A Rose Bishop's finger … "Help" … Upon seeing this scene, Klein, who was standing beside him, instantly made the connection.
He recalled the Saint of Darkness Leomaster in the World of Dreams!
This Aurora Order saint had been affected by the remnant powers of an angel or deity of the Spectator pathway in a certain ruin. He had split off a good personality and was trapped there.
His good and evil personalities were constantly fighting each other, often at the mental level. The dark personality gradually gained the upper hand, and the good personality could only hide in the Mind World and seek help.
Therefore, this is an attempt by Leomaster's good personality to seek help? As a saint of the Aurora Order, he might've advanced from a Shepherd. It's not strange for him to have the Beyonder powers of a Rose Bishop … Klein nodded in thought, feeling that his judgment was very close to the truth.
"Help? How? "Frank Lee tilted his head and looked at the German Sparrow blankly.
You should ask your captain, not me … Klein shook his head.
"Don't bother.
"There are too many oddities in these waters."
The basis of his opinion was that he could tell from the dream that Leomaster's main personality had the absolute advantage. If he really wanted to save him, he had to be prepared to deal with a demigod. Although the good personality would definitely interfere, it would at most reduce the Saint of Darkness's strength to a certain extent. However, he was still a demigod.
Of course, the Future had Queen Mystic backing him up. It wasn't impossible to make an attempt, but if it was that easy to save him, easily turning Leomaster into a good Saint of Darkness, Klein believed that Queen Mystic would've long done it. The reason why she didn't take action was definitely because there were obstacles in the real world.
For example, the place where Leomaster is, the power that causes a living being to have a split personality is something that even Queen Mystic doesn't dare challenge … Leomaster's dream only restored a tiny bit of it, but it nearly put me in a difficult situation. Finally, I used the Sea God Scepter to quickly resolve the problem. If I were to encounter him again in the real World, I would really have a split personality and become a member of a mental asylum. I have to think of a way to borrow the Mental Terror Candle from Father Utravsky to have any hope of being cured … Heh heh, I can also get Miss Justice to treat me, but her present strength is definitely insufficient … Klein recalled as he made a self-deprecating remark.
"Yes." Frank Lee trusted the German Sparrow a lot. "Perhaps the fellow who sought help is long dead …"
Having said that, his eyes suddenly lit up as he stared at Heath Doyle.
"Can you remove the original mental imprint of this flesh and blood?"
"Yes," Heath Doyle replied succinctly.
The corners of Frank Lee's mouth widened bit by bit as he smiled like a two-hundred-pound child.
"I've always been curious about the composition of a Rose Bishop's flesh and blood.
"I've always wondered what would happen if similar flesh and blood were used as a medium for hybridization."
One day, you'll die in your experiments. Thankfully, I'll be leaving this ship soon … For some baffling reason, Klein had the feeling that he was a brat who had entered an armory.
Heath Doyle, whose face was so pale that it was nearly translucent, was taken aback for two seconds.
Following that, he sincerely said, "Thank you."
"What do you mean?" Frank Lee scratched his head with a blank look.
He's probably thanking you for restraining your curiosity and not using his flesh and blood as an experimental subject. He's a trustworthy companion … The corners of Klein's mouth twitched as he attempted to interpret it. He increasingly felt that the first mate and second mate of the Future had extremely odd brain circuits.
…
Afternoon Town, inside a half-collapsed cathedral.
Demon Hunter Colin stood beside an ecclesiastic dressed in a simple white robe and asked softly, "Who are the Kings?
"What do you mean by a huge calamity?
"Who tempted Sasrir?"
"Who tempted Sasrir?"
The ecclesiastic didn't seem to hear him as he continued prostrating there, repeating his repentance over and over again. It was as though he was an illusory image left behind by the environment.
Wraith, specter, or evil spirit? Derrick looked in that direction nervously.
Seeing that the ecclesiastic didn't respond at all, Colin extended his right hand, allowing the silver sword smeared with light gray ointment to approach him inch by inch.
But even with the sharp tip of the sword pressed against the back of his head, the ecclesiastic continued his repentance without any changes.
Colin Iliad retracted his silver sword as his eyes suffused dark green symbols as he surveyed the area.
Then, he walked to the altar diagonally ahead as his gaze landed on the candles that emitted a faint yellow glow.
After a few seconds of silence, he extended his left palm and extinguished all the candles.
The collapsed statue in the middle of the altar instantly dimmed as the white-robed man prostrating on the ground finally stopped his repentance.
He slowly raised his head, his face dark green as his eyes were filled with hatred.
Before Derrick, Haim, and company could react, the devout ecclesiastic had already pounced forward. He was so fast that he left behind an obvious afterimage.
Demon Hunter Colin seemed to be prepared as he took a diagonal step with his right foot and turned his body halfway. The silver sword in his hand whistled as it swept backwards.
Above the sword, spots of light soared, instantly forming a huge storm.
This storm formed purely from light swept the surroundings, causing the ecclesiastic to freeze in midair before he was completely engulfed.
The storm quickly ended. Demon Hunter Colin looked at the ecclesiastic whose body had been infused by the light of dawn and repeated his question.
"Who are the Kings?
"What is the Kings referring to?
"Who tempted Sasrir?"
The ecclesiastic, whose figure was already extremely blurry, replied in a daze,
"The Kings are Sasrir, Ouroboros, Medici …"
Just as he was about to say the fourth name, a transparent flame suddenly burst out from his body!
The flame instantly engulfed him, burning him into a black gas.
So "King" refers to the King of Angels … Who's the fourth name? Why did he self-destruct just as he was about to say it? Is it the one who tempted Sasrir, or is it someone else? Derrick felt his mind filled with questions.
With the death of the ecclesiastic, the streets outside and all of Afternoon Town suddenly sounded one roar after another that sounded like that of a wild beast.
Derrick subconsciously looked to the window and saw a huge face.
It was stuck to the spot that was originally glass. It had a unique single eye, and its face was covered in dense black short fur. Tap!
Tap! Tap! A similar monster rushed out of the cathedral. Its height was that of a normal human's, and it had two eyes. However, its body was also covered in short black fur that resembled a wild beast's.
"A fallen town that has been completely corrupted …" Demon Hunter Colin sighed as he faced one of the monsters.
Derrick, Haim, and Joshua also formed a battle formation in an attempt to fend off the remaining monster.
…
The Future cruised peacefully as it once again welcomed a short period of night.
After Klein arrived in the World of Dreams, he realized that he had returned to his previous spot — beside Admiral of Stars Cattleya.
He was just about to look at the projection of the Giant King's Court on the opposite mountain to search for possible clues when he suddenly heard Cattleya, who was hugging her knees, ask in a muffled voice,
"Did you meet her?"
Klein tersely acknowledged and didn't hide the truth.
Cattleya pursed her lips.
"She's on the ship?"
"Yes." Klein turned his head to look at Admiral of Stars and casually said, "You seem to have deep feelings for her."
Cattleya's expression was no longer lost and sluggish. She bit her lips and laughed in a self-deprecating manner.
"That's right.
"I was by her side before I was three. Heh heh, that's what they said. I no longer have any concrete impressions of her.
"She taught me knowledge, held my hand, and took risks. She watched me grow up bit by bit. To me, she's both a captain, a teacher, and a — a mother …"
As Cattleya spoke, she suddenly fell silent.
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