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

blurted out in

Mr. Fool’s level, irreversible corruption can still

“His”

godhood. By relying on godhood to become a powerhouse,

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

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

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

changed the topic in a deep

is Klein sleeping as

to wake him up as soon

tone was somewhat

like me know about matters at the level of

awakening, even The Fool has no better solution, much

picked up his coffee cup

asked hesitantly, “Old Man, do you have any way

Pallez Zoroast scoffed.

flair is vague with no clear categorization. There’s

change it to natural talent,

do anything about “Stealing” the natural

talent that you want of someone who’s

like a deal

is to spend money to hire naturally talented people to help

didn’t you say

Pallez Zoroast scoffed.

manage to think

thought you had eliminated this option before consulting

some serious thought, he felt

he soon felt a little guilty and uneasy, as if he

do something personally… Apart from inviting someone to write songs and poems, I have to

are you going?” Pallez Zoroast asked in

going

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 collect poem

he came to the Southern Continent, he didn’t bring a single poem anthology book. He only

I would need to read poem anthologies again… Leonard sighed inwardly

be to buy poem anthologies. After

promoting the corresponding legendary stories,” Leonard answered simply as he

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

down the stairs and entered the streets.

“Yes.”

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

…

Harvest Church south of the

his senses, he found

was already dim outside, and the

slumber were slightly different from the other Tarot Club

there was also the confidence that things