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,

battle of gods and Amon’s infiltration, but

blurted

corruption

“His” previous

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

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

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

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

cleverly didn’t probe further. He changed the topic

Man, why is Klein sleeping as

able to wake him

Zoroast’s tone was somewhat

me

the awakening, even The Fool has no better solution,

silent for a moment. He picked up his

asked hesitantly, “Old Man, do you

Pallez Zoroast scoffed.

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

it to natural talent,

Leonard ultimately couldn’t do anything about “Stealing” the natural talent of others to

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

like a deal with the devil…” Leonard commented

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

didn’t you say so

Pallez Zoroast scoffed.

to think of something that

thought you had eliminated this option

some serious thought, he felt

guilty and uneasy, as if

have to do something personally… Apart from inviting someone to write songs and poems, I have to write

are you going?” Pallez Zoroast asked in

“I’m going to the nearby

When he became a Spirit Warlock, he began to collect poem anthologies that

anthology book. He only remembered a few of those that he often

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

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

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

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

the streets.

“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

…

Harvest Church south of

Emlyn White regained his senses, he found himself standing in front of a

dim outside, and the flowers

were slightly different from the other Tarot Club

than heaviness, poignancy, sadness, and confusion, there was also the confidence that