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

Leonard blurted

Mr. Fool’s level, irreversible corruption

regained “His” previous

By relying on godhood to become a powerhouse, one can

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

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

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

probe further. He changed the topic in a deep

why is

you able to wake him up as soon

Zoroast’s tone was

and weak angel like me know about matters at the level of

Fool has no

picked up his coffee cup and took another

you have

Pallez Zoroast scoffed.

with no clear categorization.

if you change it to natural

Leonard ultimately couldn’t do anything about “Stealing” the natural talent of others to help him

you want of someone who’s very poor. Make a

a little like a deal with the devil…” Leonard

to spend

you say so earlier?” Leonard instantly saw

Pallez Zoroast scoffed.

to think of

had eliminated this

thought, he felt that this idea

soon felt a little guilty and uneasy, as

write songs and poems, I have to write a little…

Pallez

he said firmly, “I’m going to the

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 the appropriate parts in a battle to create Beyonder effects that worked in

anthology book. He only remembered a few of those that

a high-ranking deacon, I would need to read

never imagined that Leonard’s next step would be to buy poem anthologies. After a while,

answered simply as he opened the

again before saying, “Apart from writing poems, you have to pay more attention to the besiegement of the Rose School of

entered the streets. He looked

“Yes.”

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 the Loen Kingdom” and “Selected

…

Church south of

regained his senses, he found himself standing in front of

already dim outside, and

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

there was also the confidence that