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,

slumber is indeed related to the previous battle of gods and Amon’s

Leonard blurted out

Fool’s level, irreversible corruption can still be

regained “His” previous

become a powerhouse, one

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

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 he had heard Old Man mention the term “Lord of the Mysteries,” he didn’t

Fool’s words during the

cleverly didn’t probe further. He changed the topic

Man, why is Klein sleeping as

him

Zoroast’s tone

like me know about matters at

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

remained silent for a moment. He picked up his coffee cup

a while, he asked hesitantly, “Old Man, do you have

Pallez Zoroast scoffed.

is vague with no clear categorization. There’s

it to natural talent, there’s a

“Stealing” the natural talent of others to help him

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 a deal with him and give him the money he wants to

a little like a deal with the devil…”

to spend money to hire naturally talented people to help you resolve the corresponding

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

Pallez Zoroast scoffed.

manage to think of something that

eliminated this

serious thought, he felt that this idea was indeed

a little guilty and

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

going?” Pallez Zoroast

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

became a Spirit Warlock, he began to collect poem anthologies that were

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

high-ranking deacon, I would need to read poem anthologies again… Leonard

Leonard’s next step would be to buy poem anthologies. After a while,

promoting the corresponding legendary stories,” Leonard answered simply as

have to pay more attention to the besiegement of the Rose School

the streets. He looked at the

“Yes.”

he was still a Midnight Poet. At that time, he had also walked along the bustling streets, preparing to buy

…

the Harvest Church

found

was already dim outside, and the flowers

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

was also the confidence that