Lord of the Mysteries

1392 Yesterday No More

In a room beside the Evernight cathedral in the Southern Continent, East Balam, Leonard’s consciousness returned to the real world.

After a few seconds of silence, he picked up the cup of coffee that had turned cold and took a sip.

The bitter taste filled his mouth, gradually waking his mind up.

“Old Man, what happened today?” Finally, Leonard couldn’t help but ask.

After a moment of silence, Pallez Zoroast replied wistfully, “Error has perished.”

Error… Leonard almost didn’t realize which existence Old Man was referring to.

In the next second, he couldn’t hide his astonishment as he nearly forgot to whisper, “Amon?”

This was a standard true god!

“Yes.” Pallez Zoroast’s voice sounded like “He” had aged considerably. “To be precise, Amon’s main body perished.”

Leonard wasn’t in the mood to distinguish the subtle meaning behind Old Man’s words. He asked in disbelief, “W-why was there no sign of it?”

He had witnessed the phenomena before and after the God of Combat died. He knew that it was a change that would affect the entire world and bring about many terrifying monsters and dangerous regions.

And just now, the only two abnormalities were:

The doors and windows suddenly closing, and him seemingly forgetting something.

In reality, the latter wasn’t strange at all. Most people would encounter something similar during their daily lives.

Pallez Zoroast’s tone sank.

“‘He’ should’ve perished in Sefirah Castle.”

Sefirah Castle? Leonard was shocked.

The venue of the gathering he had just attended was inside Sefirah Castle!

A war between gods has just erupted there? Amon actually infiltrated Sefirah Castle? Amidst Leonard’s thoughts, his expression gradually turned solemn.

“Old Man, Mr. Fool was injured because of this and had no choice but to enter a state of slumber?”

“Is ‘He’ about to enter a state of slumber?” Pallez Zoroast asked in return.

“He” didn’t seem to be too surprised about this.

Leonard tersely acknowledged.

“The reason ‘He’ summoned us today was because of this matter.”

Pallez Zoroast fell silent for a few seconds before saying,

to enter a state of slumber is indeed related to the previous battle of gods and

Leonard blurted out in

level, irreversible corruption can

regained “His” previous

on godhood to become a powerhouse, one can never

the same for you and me. Likewise for The Fool. Heh, perhaps ‘He’ shouldn’t be called

the Mysteries… Regarding the problem of the mental imprint in a Beyonder characteristic, Leonard indeed had a deeper understanding of it than demigods at his level. However, he still had several holes in the knowledge on this matter. Even though he had heard Old Man mention the term “Lord of the Mysteries,” he didn’t understand

to Mr. Fool’s words during the gathering, and what Old Man had just said, “His”

probe further. He changed the topic in a deep

Man, why is Klein sleeping as

him

Zoroast’s tone was somewhat

angel like me know about matters

Fool has no better solution,

for a moment. He picked up his coffee cup

a while, he asked hesitantly, “Old Man, do you have any way of ‘Stealing’ the artistic flair of

Pallez Zoroast scoffed.

vague with no clear categorization. There’s no way to

it to natural

the natural talent of others to help him

method, then you can find a natural talent that you want of

a little like a deal

simple solution. That is to spend money to hire naturally talented people to

say so earlier?” Leonard instantly

Pallez Zoroast scoffed.

didn’t manage to think of something that

eliminated this

Man’s mockery. After some serious thought, he felt that

little guilty and uneasy, as if he was avoiding his

to write songs and poems, I have to write

Pallez

“I’m going to the

in the past, making most of them nothing but decorations. When he became a Spirit Warlock, he began to collect poem anthologies that were suitable for some spirits to read, allowing

he came to the Southern Continent, he didn’t bring a single poem anthology book. He

a high-ranking deacon, I would need to read poem

imagined that Leonard’s next step would be to buy poem anthologies. After a while, “He” probed, “Is this an

the corresponding legendary stories,” Leonard answered simply as he opened the

have to pay more attention

walked down the stairs and entered the streets. He looked at the pedestrians

“Yes.”

felt as though he had returned to Tingen, back to the time when he was still a Midnight Poet. At that time, he had also walked along the bustling streets, preparing to buy a copy of “Classical Poems Anthology of the Loen Kingdom”

…

at the Harvest Church

regained his senses, he found himself standing in front of

sun was already dim outside, and the flowers

slumber were slightly different from the

heaviness, poignancy, sadness, and confusion, there was also the confidence that things would end