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.

principle of “a unique shared consciousness in time.” To put it simply, everyone was essentially unique. If one’s true body remained sentient, the projection wouldn’t remain

only engage in more mechanical and instinctive battles. Something that was unknown to the Scholars of Yore had prevented them from

fragments a Scholar of Yore could see in the historical fog was something he had learned in real life

same matter had been mostly lit up,

corresponding ability won’t be lost just because I don’t understand it well enough. As long as there’s a projection in the Historical Void, that state

Yore, could live in the Historical Void, there was no reason that a true Scholar of Yore couldn’t. The only problem was that there was a time

the grayish-white fog, his consciousness suddenly

of Sherlock Moretti, he came outside of the house. Following their agreement, he

the room, and under

sofas, cupboards, high-back chairs, coffee tables, and other furniture were evidently old.

dress and a matching bonnet, Sharron

this Puppet lady nodded slightly and

would be a classic and most

wearing a white shirt and black vest,

winter. Aren’t you cold wearing just this? Ah right, you’re “dead,” one who isn’t afraid of the

“Good evening, Miss Sharron.”

and said to Marie, “Good

Zombie, the deepest impression Klein had of him was his card game

play cards when we have

Yore, and he realized that if he were to encounter Zaratul, both

card. You throw a Bernadette card, I’ll throw a Benoit. If you throw The Half-Fool card, I’ll match it

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

be effective, nor could he divine it. After all, this involved a level that exceeded Sequence 1, and he lacked information. The

at their disposal, he had even tried to summon the former Witch Trissy.

However, it was useless.

by Trissy of the past. The person Groselle’s Travels pulled in

history couldn’t be changed, the experiment

to Sherlock Moriarty’s request quietly, Sharron said without any change in expression,

much do

Sharron’s reaction is exactly as I imagined… Klein took out a

“One tube would suffice.”

The glass tube seemed to possess a life of its own as it left Klein’s palm and

the heels of that, the doll-like lady’s right hand landed on her

at her wrist. Blood seeped out, but

the tube was filled, Sharron’s wound had healed instantly, leaving no scar behind. The stopper jumped into the tube and spun a few times to

wore an impassive expression, as if she had suppressed all the feelings