Lord of the Mysteries

Chapter 1392

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,

slumber is indeed related to the previous battle

Leonard blurted out

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

“His” previous

relying on godhood to become a powerhouse, one can never

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

demigods at his level. However, he still had

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

further. He changed the

is Klein

able to wake him up as soon

Zoroast’s tone was

me know about matters at the level of

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

for a moment. He picked up his coffee cup

do you have any way of ‘Stealing’

Pallez Zoroast scoffed.

vague with no clear categorization. There’s no way

it to natural talent, there’s

the natural

with 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

like a deal with the devil…”

and said, “There’s another simple solution. That is to spend money to hire naturally talented people

you say so

Pallez Zoroast scoffed.

manage to think of something that

you had eliminated

mockery. After some serious thought, he felt

felt a little guilty and uneasy,

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 stood up and

Pallez Zoroast

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

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

single poem anthology book. He only remembered a few of those that he often

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

be to buy poem

Leonard answered simply

“Apart from writing poems, you have

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

“Yes.”

when he was still a Midnight Poet. At that time, he had also

…

Harvest Church south of

senses, he found himself standing in front

sun was already dim outside,

Mr. Fool’s slumber were slightly different

than heaviness, poignancy, sadness, and confusion, there was also the confidence

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