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,

previous battle of gods and Amon’s infiltration, but it’s not because of injuries, but

Leonard blurted

level, irreversible corruption can still

Zoroast regained “His” previous poignant

to become a powerhouse,

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

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

words

changed the

Man, why is

you able to wake him up as soon

tone was somewhat

like me know about matters at the

awakening, even The Fool has no better solution, much

for a moment. He picked

while, he asked hesitantly, “Old Man, do you have

Pallez Zoroast scoffed.

flair is vague with no clear

to natural

do anything about “Stealing” the natural talent of others to help him resolve his

can’t accept this method, then you can find a natural talent that you want of someone who’s very poor. Make a deal with him and give him the money he wants to exchange for the

like a deal with the devil…”

chuckled and said, “There’s another simple solution. That is to spend money to hire naturally talented people to help you

didn’t you say

Pallez Zoroast scoffed.

didn’t manage to think of

eliminated

serious thought, he felt that this idea was

guilty and

from inviting someone to write songs and poems, I have to write a little… With this in

Pallez Zoroast asked in

he said firmly, “I’m going to the

bought in the past, making most of them nothing but decorations. When he became a Spirit Warlock, he began to collect poem anthologies that

single poem anthology book. He only remembered a few of those

after becoming a high-ranking deacon, I would need to read poem anthologies again…

to buy poem

stories,” Leonard answered

saying, “Apart from writing poems, you have to pay more attention to the besiegement

the streets. He

“Yes.”

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” and

Church south of

his senses, he found himself

outside, and the flowers were

towards Mr. Fool’s slumber were slightly different from the other

heaviness, poignancy, sadness, and confusion, there was

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