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 and

blurted out

Mr. Fool’s level, irreversible corruption can still

Zoroast regained “His” previous poignant

godhood to become a powerhouse, one can

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

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,”

words during the gathering, and what Old Man

probe further. He changed the topic

is Klein sleeping as

you able to wake him

tone was

weak angel like me know about matters

awakening, even The Fool has

picked up his coffee cup and took another

do you have any way of ‘Stealing’ the artistic

Pallez Zoroast scoffed.

of artistic flair is vague with no clear categorization. There’s no way to ‘Steal’

you change it to natural talent, there’s a

the natural talent of others to

a smile, “If you can’t accept this method, then you can find a natural talent that you want of someone who’s very poor. Make a deal with him and give him

like a deal with the devil…” Leonard

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

didn’t you say so earlier?” Leonard instantly

Pallez Zoroast scoffed.

didn’t manage to think of something

you had eliminated this option before

After some serious thought, he felt

little guilty and uneasy, as if he was avoiding

someone to write songs and poems, I have to write a little… With

Pallez Zoroast asked

slightly as he said firmly, “I’m going to the nearby bookstore to buy

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

when he came to the Southern Continent, he didn’t bring a single poem anthology book. He only remembered a few

expected that, after becoming a high-ranking deacon, I would need to read poem anthologies again… Leonard sighed inwardly as his

poem anthologies. After

Leonard answered simply as he opened

from writing poems, you have to pay more

the streets.

“Yes.”

as he walked towards 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

…

Church south

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

dim outside, and

were slightly different

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