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.

attributed 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

historical fog was something he had learned in real life and had studied. Simply put, the fog needed a Scholar of Yore to light it up, bit

matter had been mostly lit up, the rest would very likely

don’t understand it well enough. As long as there’s a projection in the Historical Void, that state will be a complete snapshot… That’s enough… Klein looked at the projection that could only act on instinct. His

problem was that there was a time limit. In addition, if time dragged on, the marionettes in the

fog, his consciousness suddenly

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

under the crimson moonlight, he quickly surveyed his

other furniture were evidently old. They seemed to come

gothic regal dress and a matching

evening,” this Puppet lady nodded slightly and greeted

spoken, she would be

white shirt and black vest, also

this? Ah right, you’re “dead,” one who isn’t afraid of the cold… After lampooning inwardly, Klein took off his hat and bowed at

“Good evening, Miss Sharron.”

and said

Klein had of him was his

should play cards when we have the time…

cards was because he had previously analyzed the combat styles of Scholar of Yore, and

Consul Roselle card, I’ll throw an Emperor Roselle card. You throw a Bernadette

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

nor could he divine it. After all, this

the fact that a Scholar of Yore had many means at their disposal, he had even tried to summon the former Witch Trissy. He

However, it was useless.

had happened, preventing him from success. That blood was formerly provided by Trissy of the past.

history couldn’t be

Sharron said without any change

do

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

“One tube would suffice.”

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

of that, the doll-like lady’s right hand landed on her left wrist. Her nails suddenly grew long

seeped out, but it didn’t

the tube was filled, Sharron’s wound had healed instantly, leaving no scar behind. The stopper jumped into

the pale-faced Sharron wore an impassive expression, as if