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,

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

blurted out

at Mr. Fool’s level, irreversible corruption

“His” previous

become a powerhouse, one can

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

the Mysteries… Regarding the problem of the mental imprint in a Beyonder characteristic, Leonard indeed had a deeper understanding of it than demigods at his level. However, he still

0 according to Mr. Fool’s words during the gathering, and what Old

He changed the topic in

why is Klein sleeping as

to wake him up as soon

tone was

weak angel like me know about matters at the level

Fool has no better solution,

moment. He picked up his coffee

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

Pallez Zoroast scoffed.

flair is vague with no clear categorization.

change it to natural talent, there’s a

couldn’t do anything about “Stealing” the natural talent of

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

a little like a deal with the devil…” Leonard commented

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

you say so earlier?” Leonard

Pallez Zoroast scoffed.

think of something that

eliminated this option

After some serious thought, he felt

guilty and uneasy, as if he was avoiding

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

Pallez

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

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

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

I would need to read poem anthologies again… Leonard sighed inwardly as

that Leonard’s next step would be to buy poem anthologies. After a while,

legendary stories,” Leonard answered simply

fell silent once again before saying, “Apart from writing poems, you have to pay more attention to the besiegement of the

walked down the stairs and entered the streets. He looked at the pedestrians and nodded

“Yes.”

Poet. At that time, he had also walked along the bustling streets, preparing

…

Harvest Church south of the

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

outside, and the flowers

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

sadness, and confusion, there was also the confidence that things