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.

“a unique shared consciousness in time.” To put it simply, everyone was essentially unique. If one’s true body remained sentient,

short, his projections could only engage

historical fog was something he had learned in

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

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 body suddenly

Scholar of Yore couldn’t. The only problem was that there was a time limit. In addition, if time dragged on, the marionettes in the real world would definitely die. However, this was only changing

entered the grayish-white fog, his consciousness suddenly came alive in

came outside of the house.

under the crimson moonlight, he

sofas, cupboards, high-back chairs, coffee tables, and other furniture were evidently old. They seemed to come from the

dark environment, in a gothic regal dress and a matching bonnet,

Puppet lady nodded

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

wearing a white shirt

one who isn’t afraid of the cold… After lampooning inwardly, Klein took off his hat and bowed at the

“Good evening, Miss Sharron.”

around and said to Marie, “Good

Klein had of him was his card game with the

when we have the time… He sighed

of Yore, and he realized that if he were to encounter Zaratul, both sides would very likely end up playing a card

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

expect that the battle between a Seer would one day become “playing cards.” It’s a realistic, abnormally harrowing “game of cards”… Sigh, but Zaratul 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 only

to summon Admiral of Blood Senor on the spot and mix his blood into the porcelain jar. However, he didn’t know 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

their disposal, he had even tried

However, it was useless.

was formerly provided by Trissy of the past. The person Groselle’s Travels pulled in would undoubtedly be the former Trissy, so it was equivalent

be changed,

to Sherlock Moriarty’s request quietly, Sharron said

do you

I imagined… Klein took out a

“One tube would suffice.”

raised her right hand slightly. The glass tube seemed to possess a life

landed on her left wrist. Her nails suddenly grew long and became

wound opened up at her wrist. Blood seeped out, but it didn’t drip

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

the pale-faced Sharron wore an impassive expression, as if she had suppressed all the feelings in her