Lord of the Mysteries

Chapter 1140 Plans

Backlund, East Borough, 7 Pinster Street-

After a busy day, Leonard finally had the chance to ask his questions:

“Old man, what is Sefirah Castle?”

The slightly-aged voice in his mind fell silent for a few seconds. He chuckled and said, “The place where you meet every Monday is most likely Sefirah Castle.”

Leonard never expected to hear such an answer. His mind went blank for a moment. He was surprised, shocked, and confused, mixed together with the thoughts of it being impossible for to pop out of nowhere and the poignant feelings of how complicated things were.

After a while, he pressed in a low voice, “What kind of place is Sefirah Castle?”

As though sighing and laughing self-deprecatingly, Pallez Zoroast said, “Actually, I’m not too sure. I’ve only heard some rumors.

“It’s different from the creation myth you know. Rumor has it that the original Creator left behind nine different entities. They were kingdoms, cities, rivers, oceans, and keys. Sefirah Castle was one of them.

“It might not actually be a castle, but something else. As for what its exact form is, you might know it better than me.

“The reason why I’m certain of its existence is because I sensed it when I became an angel, but I was unable to see it and establish a connection with it.

“My great-grandfather mentioned a theory that the nine entities might have something to do with the sefirot of the second Blasphemy slate. Unfortunately, because of various reasons, ‘He’ was unable to decipher the details related to the sefirot.”

Leonard calmed down. Leaning back against the sofa, he asked thoughtfully, “Old Man, do you suspect that Mr. Fool is the embodiment of sefirot?”

Based on what he had seen and heard from the Tarot Club and Old Man’s occasional lecture, he had a certain understanding of matters regarding the deities.

After a long silence, Pallez Zoroast replied, “Perhaps…”

Under the strict curfew at night, there were almost no pedestrians on the streets of Backlund. Occasionally, there would be carriages passing by, carrying people of status.

After arriving at the agreed-upon house, Klein wasn’t in a hurry to enter. He half-closed his eyes, raised his right hand, and grabbed at something in front of him. He pulled out another Sherlock Moriarty wearing a black double-breasted frock coat and a silk half top hat while holding a gold-inlaid cane.

This was the image of him from the Historical Void when he left his residence earlier.

As Klein was right in front of him, this image appeared stiff, like a prop on-stage.

Klein knew that this was the mysticism principle of “a unique shared consciousness in time.” To

his insufficient level. In short, his projections could only engage in more mechanical and instinctive battles. Something that was unknown to the Scholars of Yore had prevented them

was something he had learned in real life and had studied.

that if the historical fragments of the same matter had been mostly lit

I don’t understand it well enough. As long as there’s a projection in the Historical Void, that state will

was no reason that a true Scholar of Yore couldn’t. The only problem was that there was a time

Klein’s body entered the grayish-white fog, his consciousness suddenly came

outside of the house. Following their agreement, he took out

room, and under the crimson moonlight, he

coffee tables, and other furniture were evidently old. They seemed to come from the previous

dark environment, in a gothic regal dress and a matching bonnet, Sharron suddenly appeared on a

Puppet lady nodded

she hadn’t spoken, she would be a classic and most

white shirt and black vest, also phased into

of the cold… After lampooning inwardly, Klein took

“Good evening, Miss Sharron.”

around and said to Marie, “Good

was formerly a Zombie, the deepest impression Klein had of

we have the time…

why he suddenly thought of playing cards was because he had previously analyzed the combat styles of Scholar of Yore, and he realized that if he were

card. You throw a Bernadette card, I’ll throw

is a Sequence 1 angel, and he wouldn’t give me a chance to play cards. Besides, my success rate at summoning the important figures in the Historical Void is rather low… Klein retracted his gaze and took the initiative to say to Sharron, “I’ve recently needed to do something. It’s rather difficult and dangerous. One of the steps is to collect Beyonder blood from the twenty-two different pathways. As for the Wraith pathway, the

if it would be effective, nor could he divine it. After all, this involved a level that exceeded Sequence 1, and he lacked information. The only thing he could confirm was that drawing that symbol didn’t bring him and the suppliers

he had even tried to

However, it was useless.

timeline had happened, preventing him from success. That blood was formerly provided by Trissy of the past. The person Groselle’s Travels pulled in would undoubtedly be the former Trissy, so it

couldn’t be

request quietly, Sharron said

much do you

exactly as I imagined… Klein took out a

“One tube would suffice.”

right hand slightly. The glass tube seemed to possess

lady’s right hand landed on her

up at her wrist. Blood seeped out, but it didn’t drip down. Instead, it floated up

no scar behind. The stopper jumped into the tube and spun a few times to automatically seal the

impassive expression, as if she had suppressed all the feelings