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,

to enter a state of slumber is indeed related to the previous battle of gods

blurted

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

regained “His”

godhood. By relying on godhood to become a

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

However, he still had several holes in the knowledge on

Fool’s level had transcended Sequence 0 according to Mr. Fool’s words during the gathering, and what Old Man had just said, “His”

changed the topic in

Man, why is Klein

him up as soon

tone was somewhat

weak angel like me know about

awakening, even The Fool has no better

He picked up his coffee cup and took

hesitantly, “Old Man, do you have

Pallez Zoroast scoffed.

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

to

“Stealing” the natural talent

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

like a deal with the devil…”

another simple solution. That is to spend

didn’t you say so earlier?” Leonard instantly saw

Pallez Zoroast scoffed.

manage to think of something that

thought you had eliminated this option

Old Man’s mockery. After some serious thought, he felt

and uneasy, as if he was avoiding

this matter, 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

Pallez Zoroast

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

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 concert with

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

never expected that, after becoming a high-ranking deacon, I would need to read poem anthologies again… Leonard sighed inwardly as his steps became

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

promoting the corresponding legendary stories,” Leonard answered simply as he opened the door and walked

fell silent once again before saying, “Apart from writing poems, you have

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

“Yes.”

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

…

at the Harvest Church

White regained his senses, he found himself

sun was already dim outside, and the flowers

Mr. Fool’s slumber were slightly different

confusion, there was also the confidence that