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,

choice to enter a state of slumber is indeed related to the previous battle of gods and Amon’s infiltration, but it’s not because of injuries, but because

blurted out

irreversible corruption

“His” previous poignant

a powerhouse, one

the same for you and me. Likewise for The Fool. Heh, perhaps ‘He’ shouldn’t be called ‘The Fool’ anymore. ‘He’ is equivalent to half a

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

according to Mr. Fool’s words during the gathering,

didn’t probe further. He changed the topic in

is Klein

to wake him up

tone was

old and weak angel like me know about matters at the

the awakening, even The Fool has no better solution, much less

He picked up his coffee

hesitantly, “Old Man, do you have any way of

Pallez Zoroast scoffed.

definition of artistic flair is vague with no clear categorization. There’s no way

it to natural talent, there’s

about “Stealing” the natural

can find a natural talent that you want of someone who’s very poor.

deal

“There’s another simple solution. That is to spend money to hire naturally talented people to help you resolve the

why didn’t you say so earlier?” Leonard instantly

Pallez Zoroast scoffed.

manage to think of something that

thought you had eliminated

some serious thought, he felt that this idea was indeed

a little guilty and uneasy, as if he was

something personally… Apart from inviting someone to write songs and poems, I have to write a little… With this in mind, Leonard suddenly stood up and walked

Pallez Zoroast asked

firmly, “I’m going

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

Continent, he didn’t bring a single poem anthology book. He

need to read poem

be to buy poem anthologies. After a while, “He” probed, “Is this an order from The

promoting the corresponding legendary stories,” Leonard answered

poems, you have to pay more attention to the besiegement of the Rose School of

the streets. He looked at the

“Yes.”

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

…

at the Harvest Church

regained his senses, he found himself standing in front of

was already dim outside, and the flowers

were slightly different

confusion, there was also the confidence that things would