Chapter 169 Mental Illness (3300 more)

In the church.

Under the incandescent light of a gas lamp, Resno bit into a piece of gauze, took off his coat, and used the tip of a dagger to stab into his own flesh, pulling out a deformed pitch-black bullet.

Clang!

The blood-stained bullet fell onto the metal plate, emitting a low-pitched sound.

More gloomy than the sound was Resno's pale face.

Drops of sweat rolled down his forehead, he barely dressed his wound, his whole body was soaked as if he had just been pulled out of the water, panting heavily without pause.

Although there were professional doctors in the church, Resno could no longer trust them.

"I never expected... Nicholas Inam has been in contact with the Mysterious World for a long time... he hid it so well... I have to notify the cathedral as soon as possible..."

Resno irritably scratched his hair.