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 not

Leonard blurted out in

at Mr. Fool’s level, irreversible corruption can

“His”

a

perhaps ‘He’ shouldn’t be called ‘The Fool’ anymore. ‘He’ is equivalent to half a ‘Lord of

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

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

probe further. He changed the topic in a deep

Man, why is Klein

able to wake him up as soon as

tone was somewhat

weak angel like me know about matters at the

the awakening, even The Fool has no better

silent for a moment. He picked up his coffee

do you have any way of

Pallez Zoroast scoffed.

vague with no clear categorization.

if you change it to natural talent, there’s a

the natural talent of others

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

little like a deal

another simple solution. That is to spend

you say so earlier?” Leonard

Pallez Zoroast scoffed.

didn’t manage to think

thought you had eliminated this option before

mockery. After some serious thought, he felt

guilty and uneasy,

inviting someone to write songs and poems, I have to write a little… With

Pallez Zoroast

going

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

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

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

would be to buy poem anthologies. After a while,

corresponding legendary stories,” Leonard answered simply

“Apart from writing poems, you have to pay

down the stairs and entered the streets. He looked

“Yes.”

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

the Harvest Church south of

found himself

sun was already dim outside,

Fool’s slumber were slightly different from the

there was

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