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,

choice to enter a state of slumber is indeed related to the previous battle of gods and Amon’s infiltration, but it’s not because of injuries,

Leonard blurted out

Fool’s level, irreversible corruption

regained “His” previous poignant

relying on godhood to become a powerhouse, one can never

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

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 what

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

probe further. He changed the topic in a

why is Klein sleeping as

you able to wake him up as soon as

tone

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

awakening, even The Fool has no better

for a moment. He picked up his coffee cup and

while, he asked hesitantly, “Old Man, do you have any way of ‘Stealing’ the artistic flair

Pallez Zoroast scoffed.

artistic flair is vague with no clear categorization. There’s no

to

“Stealing” the natural talent of others to

accept this method, then you can find a natural talent that you want of someone who’s very poor.

a little like a deal with the

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

say

Pallez Zoroast scoffed.

manage to think

you had eliminated

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

soon felt a little guilty and uneasy,

inviting someone to write songs and poems, I have to write a little… With this in mind, Leonard suddenly

you going?” Pallez Zoroast

he said firmly, “I’m going to

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

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

never expected that, after becoming a high-ranking deacon, I would need to

step would be to buy poem anthologies. After a

legendary stories,” Leonard answered simply as he opened

writing poems, you have to pay more attention to the besiegement of the Rose School

the streets. He looked at the

“Yes.”

a Midnight Poet. At that time, he had also walked along the bustling streets, preparing to buy a copy of “Classical Poems Anthology

…

at the Harvest Church south of the

Emlyn White regained his senses, he found himself standing in front

was already dim outside, and the flowers

were slightly

sadness, and confusion, there was also the confidence that things