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,

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

blurted out in

corruption can still be

regained “His” previous poignant

godhood. By relying on godhood to become a

it’s the same for you and me. Likewise 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 several holes in the knowledge on

had transcended Sequence 0 according to Mr. Fool’s words during the gathering, and

cleverly didn’t probe further. He changed

Man, why is Klein sleeping

able to wake him up as soon

Zoroast’s tone was

me know about matters at the level of

The Fool has no better solution,

moment. He picked up his coffee cup and took

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

Pallez Zoroast scoffed.

is vague with no clear

you change it to

do anything about “Stealing” the natural talent of

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

a deal with the devil…” Leonard

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

say

Pallez Zoroast scoffed.

to think of something that

eliminated this

mockery. After some serious thought, he felt

little guilty and uneasy, as

to write songs and poems, I

Pallez Zoroast asked in

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

he advanced to Nightmare, he had given up the collection of poems he had bought in the past, making most of them nothing but decorations. When he became a Spirit Warlock, he began to

poem anthology book.

to read poem anthologies again… Leonard sighed inwardly as

Zoroast had never imagined that Leonard’s next step would be to buy poem anthologies. After a while, “He” probed, “Is this an

corresponding legendary stories,” Leonard answered simply

fell silent once again before saying, “Apart from writing poems, you have to pay more attention to the besiegement

down the stairs and entered the streets. He looked

“Yes.”

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 a copy of “Classical Poems Anthology of the Loen Kingdom” and “Selected Poems of

…

Church south

found himself standing in

outside,

Mr. Fool’s slumber were slightly different from the

heaviness, poignancy, sadness, and confusion, there was also