Lord of the Mysteries

Chapter 1381 Authority

Inside the white tower, the headquarters of the God of Knowledge and Wisdom.

After Lucca Brewster, who was trapped underground, completed his prayer, he focused his attention back on the seal autonomously strengthening itself.

He wanted to find out exactly what was going on, to see if he could decipher the secrets hidden within and use them to invent some mystical techniques.

As he proceeded down each level, checking each and every Sealed Artifact, Lucca was taken aback and stopped in his tracks.

His expression became rather confused. He was lost on whether to take his next step with his left foot or right foot.

This seemed to be a very profound, esoteric question to comprehend.

In the Southern Continent, beside a cathedral belonging to the Evernight Goddess.

Leonard picked up the cup of coffee made from local ground beans and wanted to take a sip.

During this process, his thoughts wandered to the closed windows and the bright sky, trying to figure out the anomaly.

However, he was unable to leave the room and was sealed here. As for Old Man, Pallez Zoroast, “He” had fallen into a strange state of silence without answering his questions.

Thankfully, there wasn’t any additional danger. Therefore, Leonard could still sit in peace, using thoughts to replace action.

After an unknown period of time, he looked down at the cup of coffee that had been placed back on the table. He frowned slightly and muttered to himself in puzzlement, “What did I want to do just now?”

The Rorsted Archipelago, in the concealed Bayam City.

Having not noticed the changes in the environment, Danitz carefully fiddled with the telegraph device in his room.

The Golden Dream had recently come to the Sonia Sea and stopped at a port with a telegraph office. Danitz wanted to invite them over to Bayam as guests to take in the grandeur of a Lord’s Oracle.

If possible, he wished that the Golden Dream could use Bayam as its primary harbor. This way, he could return to the ship at any time to participate in adventures and seek out treasures. At the same time, he could choose to listen to the captain’s lectures.

As an all-rounder, Danitz had no doubt mastered all the knowledge and techniques needed to send a telegram. At that moment, he sat in front of the machine and quickly tapped his fingers, sending out the words he had constructed.

At the very beginning, his thoughts were clear and his words were proper. This left him somewhat smug.

Gradually, his eyes stared straight and his hands didn’t stop moving, as if he was doing it on instinct.

After the telegram was sent out, Danitz exhaled, picked up a cup, and gulped down a mouthful of beer.

It was quicker than I expected. Even if I lose my job in the future, I can still go to the telegraph office to get a job with a good salary, Danitz thought proudly and worriedly.

He casually picked up the telegram draft and recalled the process of how he sent it out. His expression gradually turned odd.

I send in the

likely mocked the first mate, second mate, Iron Skin, and Barrel towards the latter half of

turned pale as he suspected that he had been controlled by the potion. The content he had written

to indicate that the content from before had nothing to do with him. It was all a

outside. The sky was gray and there wasn’t

…

the existences and objects that had been concealed by the Evernight

body, looking somewhat dazed without making any immediate

addition, the Evernight Goddess also paused in midair in confusion, as though “She” hadn’t thought about “Her” subsequent actions. However, “Her”

restricted by the thick prism-like spots of light in “Their” own kingdoms, also experienced certain changes. The intensity of their counterattacks was clearly lower, giving people a sense of self-doubt, unsure if

the Magic Wishing Lamp. “He” seemed to have fought to “His” limits and had no choice but to retreat into the seal. He also seemed to recall something as he

and lucidity, was

I? Where am I? What am I doing? What is happening around

the Forsaken Land of the Gods, the ancient sun god’s giant

stabbed into the “eyes” of Amon’s true body,

“Their” senses and made use

dispersed and fused with the various symbols around it,

python-like tentacles with an eyeball on their ends retracted rapidly. No one knew where they

gave up the chance to exert “His” influence while

into multiple seemingly

existences like the Evernight Goddess from knowing where Amon’s true body

true body left, “His” avatars faded and disappeared

the act of “Amon’s true body leaving” to being equivalent

ancient sun god had, expanded only to shrink and transform back into Adam, who carried a thick shadow

sea that contained all colors instantly dissipated

world, Adam returned to the back of that shadow screen

The attempt to raise “Himself” to the level of half a Great Old

war subsided, the natural barrier formed by plants and the portraits of

spots of light outside “Their” divine kingdoms. Then, “They” calmed down and returned to

pitch-black coffin; the Twilight

cloak produced the mask, it transformed into Klein’s

against the almost invisible mask on his face, and he placed the other at his abdomen. His

looked at the Evernight Goddess’s face that was covered with a thin black veil, a

Worthy of Heaven and Earth for Blessings in

tearing through his mind, letting him know that this was going to be his

Lord of the Mysteries. Even if “His” will was slowly worn down by time, “His” consciousness would remain forever. “He” could snatch Klein’s body at

what Klein expected, Klein

Evernight Goddess’s help to give him a drop of the River of Eternal Darkness’s river water. However, this wasn’t a long-term solution. He

Klein stabilized

this moment, he was unable to

gently and said, “What you need