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.

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

his projections could only engage in more mechanical and instinctive battles. Something that was unknown to the

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 rest would very

that state will be

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 dragged on, the marionettes in the real world would definitely die. However, this was only changing the

Klein’s body entered the grayish-white fog, his consciousness suddenly came alive in the

and pressed down on his top hat. Wearing the face of Sherlock Moretti, he came outside of the house. Following

the room, and under the crimson moonlight, he quickly surveyed

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

environment, in a gothic regal dress and a matching

this Puppet lady nodded slightly and greeted

spoken, she would be a classic and

a white shirt and black

just 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.”

around and said to

Klein

play cards when we have the time… He

Yore, and he realized that if he were to encounter Zaratul, both sides would very likely end

card, I’ll throw an Emperor Roselle card. You throw a Bernadette card, I’ll throw a Benoit. If you throw The Half-Fool card, I’ll match it

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

and mix his blood into the porcelain jar. However, he didn’t know if it would be effective, nor could he divine it.

fact that a Scholar of Yore had many means at their disposal, he had even tried

However, it was useless.

believed that a logical contradiction on the timeline had happened, preventing him from success. That blood was formerly provided by Trissy of the past. The person Groselle’s Travels pulled in would undoubtedly be

couldn’t be changed,

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

do you

I imagined… Klein took

“One tube would suffice.”

hand slightly. The glass tube seemed to possess a life of its own as it left Klein’s palm and

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 down. Instead,

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

process, the pale-faced Sharron wore an impassive expression, as if she had suppressed