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 put it simply, everyone was essentially

was the same when summoning projections of the deceased from the Historical Void, a result Klein suspected to be attributed to his insufficient level. In short, his projections could only engage in more mechanical and instinctive battles. Something

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,

of the same matter had been mostly lit up,

be lost just because I 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

was a time limit. In addition, if time dragged on, the marionettes in the real world would

his consciousness

Moretti, he came outside of the house. Following their agreement, he took out the Master Key and

room, and under

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

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

this Puppet lady nodded slightly

she hadn’t spoken, she would be

a white shirt and black vest, also

afraid of the cold… After lampooning inwardly, Klein took off his hat

“Good evening, Miss Sharron.”

then turned around and

Zombie, the deepest impression Klein had

play cards when we

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

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

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

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

at their disposal, he had even tried to summon the former Witch Trissy. He easily subdued her and smeared her blood onto Groselle’s

However, it was useless.

provided by

be changed, the experiment

quietly, Sharron said without

much do

is exactly as I imagined… Klein took out a glass

“One tube would suffice.”

in a gothic regal dress, Sharron raised her right hand slightly. The glass tube 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

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

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

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