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,

enter a state of slumber is indeed related to the previous battle of gods and Amon’s infiltration, but it’s not because of injuries, but because of

Leonard blurted

irreversible corruption can still

Zoroast regained “His”

a powerhouse, one can

and me. Likewise for The Fool. Heh, perhaps ‘He’

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

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

didn’t probe further. He changed the

why is Klein sleeping as

him up

Zoroast’s tone

and weak angel like me know about matters at

awakening, even The Fool has no better solution, much less

moment. He picked

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

Pallez Zoroast scoffed.

definition of artistic flair is vague with no clear categorization. There’s

to natural talent,

about “Stealing” the natural talent of

find a natural talent that you want of someone who’s very poor. Make a deal with him and give him the money

like a deal with the

solution. That is to spend money to hire naturally talented people to

you say so earlier?” Leonard

Pallez Zoroast scoffed.

think of something

thought you had eliminated

After some serious thought, he felt that this idea was indeed

and uneasy,

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

Pallez Zoroast asked

“I’m going to

he advanced 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

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

becoming a high-ranking deacon, I would need to read poem anthologies

that Leonard’s next step would be to buy poem anthologies.

the corresponding legendary stories,” Leonard answered simply as

again before saying, “Apart from writing poems, you have to pay more

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

“Yes.”

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

…

Church south of

regained his senses, he found himself standing in

dim outside,

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

sadness, and confusion, there was also the