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.

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

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 from giving a corresponding answer even

historical fog was something he had learned in real life and had studied. Simply put, the fog

that if the historical fragments of the same matter had been mostly lit up, the rest would very likely be presented

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 body suddenly vanished and entered the grayish-white

of Yore couldn’t. The only problem was that there was a time limit. In

his consciousness suddenly came alive in the

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

under

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

a gothic regal dress and a matching bonnet,

Puppet lady nodded slightly and

spoken, she would be a classic

was wearing a white shirt and black vest, also phased into existence on the

isn’t afraid of

“Good evening, Miss Sharron.”

around and said to Marie, “Good

who was formerly a Zombie, the deepest impression Klein had of him was his card game with the zombies

we have the time…

analyzed the combat styles of Scholar of Yore, and he realized that

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

to say to Sharron, “I’ve recently

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

Yore had many means at their disposal, he had even tried to summon the former Witch Trissy. He easily subdued her and smeared her

However, it was useless.

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

be

Moriarty’s request quietly, Sharron said without any

do you

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

“One tube would suffice.”

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

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

Blood seeped out,

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

as if she had suppressed all the