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 the previous battle of gods and Amon’s infiltration, but

Leonard blurted out in

irreversible corruption can still be encountered by

“His” previous poignant

to become a powerhouse, one can never escape the shackles of

for The Fool. Heh, perhaps ‘He’ shouldn’t be called ‘The Fool’ anymore.

Beyonder characteristic, Leonard indeed had a deeper understanding of it than demigods at his level. However, he still had several holes in

present, he could confirm that Mr. Fool’s level had transcended Sequence 0 according to Mr. Fool’s words during the gathering, and what Old Man had just said, “His” strength was

He changed

is Klein

him up as soon

Zoroast’s tone

like me know

Fool has no better solution, much less

silent for a moment. He picked up his coffee cup and took

asked hesitantly, “Old Man, do you have

Pallez Zoroast scoffed.

vague with no clear categorization. There’s no

it to natural

do anything about “Stealing” the

natural talent that you want of someone who’s

a little like a deal with the devil…” Leonard

solution. That is to spend money to hire naturally talented people to help you resolve

you say so earlier?” Leonard instantly

Pallez Zoroast scoffed.

to think

eliminated this option

Man’s mockery. After some serious thought, he felt that this idea was indeed

a little guilty and uneasy, as if he was avoiding his

to write songs and poems, I have to write a little… With this in mind, Leonard suddenly stood up and walked

Pallez Zoroast asked

“I’m going to the nearby bookstore to buy some

he began to collect poem anthologies that were suitable for some spirits to read, allowing

didn’t bring a single poem anthology book. He only

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

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

answered

before saying, “Apart from writing poems, you have to pay

and entered the streets. He looked at the pedestrians

“Yes.”

the bookstore, he 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” and “Selected Poems of

…

Church south

regained his senses, he found himself standing

already dim outside, and the

slumber were slightly different

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