Thump!
The old man's withered body fell heavily, and in the blink of an eye, his blood was completely drained by Edward, who looked at him with some surprise, quite unexpectedly.
He bent down to pick up the two golden rings the old man had been wearing on his hand and examined them before he suddenly realized.
"It's also Main God Magic...but it's different from Bishop Fowler's..."
"He worships the Sinful Goddess Tilda."
Turey Crowly said to Edward, "The only ones who can use healing magic are followers of the Goddess of Health Wilde, and unfortunately, that bishop is currently on another ship and can't get here anytime soon."
"He would be of no use even if he were here."
Edward put away the two golden rings and ignored the death messenger that drifted out from the mist to reap the old man's soul. His golden eyes glanced at the shivering executive officer beside him.
