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,

a state of slumber is indeed related to the previous battle of gods and Amon’s infiltration, but it’s

Leonard blurted out in

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

Zoroast regained “His” previous

By relying on godhood to become a powerhouse, one can never escape

Fool. Heh, perhaps ‘He’ shouldn’t be called ‘The Fool’ anymore. ‘He’ is

mental imprint in a Beyonder characteristic, Leonard indeed had a deeper understanding of it than demigods at his level. However, he

present, he could confirm that Mr. Fool’s level had transcended Sequence 0 according to Mr. Fool’s words during the gathering, and what Old Man

further. He changed the topic

Man, why is

to wake him

Zoroast’s tone was

angel like me know about matters at

Fool has

remained silent for a moment. He picked up his coffee

Man, do you have any way of ‘Stealing’

Pallez Zoroast scoffed.

flair is vague with no clear

you change it to

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

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

like a deal with the devil…” Leonard commented

simple solution. That is to spend money to hire

you say

Pallez Zoroast scoffed.

manage to think of something

you had eliminated this

After some serious thought, he felt

felt a little guilty and uneasy,

I still have to do something personally… Apart from inviting someone to write songs and poems, I have to write a little… With this in mind, Leonard suddenly stood up and

Pallez Zoroast

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

since 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

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

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

poem anthologies. After a while, “He” probed, “Is this an order

answered simply

from writing poems, you have to pay more attention to the besiegement of the Rose School

entered the streets. He

“Yes.”

moment, 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

…

at the Harvest Church south of

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

dim outside, and the flowers were

slumber were slightly

confusion, there was also the confidence