Lord of the Mysteries

Chapter 1392

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,

indeed related to the previous battle of gods and Amon’s infiltration, but it’s not because of injuries, but

Leonard blurted

Mr. Fool’s level, irreversible corruption can still be encountered

regained “His”

has godhood. By relying on godhood to become a powerhouse, one can never escape the shackles of

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 ‘Lord of the

he

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

changed the topic

Man, why is Klein sleeping

to wake him up as

Zoroast’s tone was

me know

The Fool has

a moment. He picked up

a while, he asked hesitantly, “Old Man, do you have any way of ‘Stealing’ the artistic

Pallez Zoroast scoffed.

flair is vague with no clear categorization.

it to

anything about “Stealing” the natural talent of others

you can find a natural talent that you want of someone

little like a deal with

That is to spend money to hire naturally talented people to help

didn’t you say

Pallez Zoroast scoffed.

to think of something that

had eliminated

serious thought,

a little guilty and

to write songs and poems, I have to write a little… With this in mind,

going?” Pallez

said firmly, “I’m going to the nearby bookstore to buy some poem

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 effects that worked in

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

high-ranking deacon, I would need to read poem anthologies again… Leonard sighed

step would be to buy poem anthologies. After a while, “He” probed,

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

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

stairs and entered the streets. He

“Yes.”

time when he was still a Midnight Poet. At that time, he

…

at the Harvest Church south of the

found himself standing in front of

outside, and

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

than heaviness, poignancy, sadness, and confusion, there was also

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