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,

the previous battle of gods

blurted out in

at Mr. Fool’s level, irreversible corruption can still

regained “His”

to become a powerhouse, one

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

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

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 enough to kill a true

probe further. He changed the

is Klein

you able to wake him

tone was

could an old and weak angel like me know about matters

even The Fool has

a moment. He picked

“Old Man, do you have

Pallez Zoroast scoffed.

with no clear categorization. There’s no way to ‘Steal’

if you change it to natural talent,

do anything about “Stealing” the

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

little like a deal with

That is to spend money

didn’t you say so

Pallez Zoroast scoffed.

to think

had eliminated this option before consulting

thought, he felt that

guilty and uneasy, as if he

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

you going?” Pallez Zoroast asked

firmly, “I’m going to

to Nightmare, he had given up the 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 anthologies that were suitable for some spirits to read, allowing him to chant the appropriate parts in a battle to create Beyonder

Southern Continent, he didn’t bring a single poem anthology book. He only remembered a few of those that he often used in

to read poem anthologies again… Leonard sighed

step would be to buy poem anthologies.

stories,” Leonard answered simply as he opened the

have to pay more attention to the

and entered the streets. He looked at the pedestrians and nodded

“Yes.”

was still a Midnight Poet. At that time, he had also walked along the bustling streets, preparing to buy a copy

…

Harvest Church south

Emlyn White regained his senses, he found

dim outside, and the flowers were

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

sadness, and confusion, there was also