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.

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

Void, a result Klein suspected to be attributed to his insufficient level. In short, his projections could only engage in more mechanical and

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

if the historical fragments of the same matter had been mostly lit up, the

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 projection that could only act on instinct. His body suddenly vanished and

who weren’t full Scholars of 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 limit. In addition, if time

Klein’s body entered the grayish-white fog, his

outside of the

room, and under the crimson moonlight, he

coffee tables, and other furniture were evidently old. They seemed to come from

dark environment, in a gothic regal dress and a matching

evening,” this Puppet lady nodded slightly and

would be

white shirt

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

“Good evening, Miss Sharron.”

around and said to Marie,

the deepest impression Klein had of him was his

should play cards when we have the

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

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

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

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

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

However, it was useless.

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

be changed, the experiment

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

do

I imagined… Klein took out a glass

“One tube would suffice.”

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

lady’s right hand landed on her left wrist. Her nails

wrist. Blood seeped out, but it didn’t

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

as