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,

to the previous battle of gods and Amon’s infiltration, but it’s not because of injuries, but because

blurted

corruption can still be

Zoroast regained “His” previous

a

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

of the mental imprint in 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 understand

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

changed the topic in

Man, why is Klein sleeping

to wake him up as

Zoroast’s tone was somewhat

and weak angel like me

the awakening, even The Fool has no better

picked up his coffee cup

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

Pallez Zoroast scoffed.

with no clear categorization. There’s

it to natural talent,

couldn’t do anything about “Stealing” the natural talent of others to

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.

little like a deal with the

to spend money to hire

you say so earlier?” Leonard instantly saw

Pallez Zoroast scoffed.

think

eliminated this

Man’s mockery. After some serious thought, he felt that this idea was

felt a little guilty and uneasy, as if he was avoiding

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 asked

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

became a Spirit Warlock, he began to collect poem anthologies

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

becoming a high-ranking deacon, I would need to read poem anthologies again… Leonard sighed inwardly as his steps became

poem anthologies.

for promoting the corresponding legendary stories,” Leonard answered

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

entered the streets. He looked at the

“Yes.”

as though he had returned to Tingen, back to the time when he was still a Midnight Poet.

…

at the Harvest Church south

regained his senses, he found himself

already dim outside, and

slightly different from the other

confusion, there was also the confidence that things would end