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,

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

Leonard blurted

irreversible corruption can still be encountered by

“His”

relying on godhood to become a powerhouse, one can never escape the

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

of it than demigods at his level. However, he still had several holes in the knowledge on this

Mr. Fool’s level had transcended Sequence 0 according to Mr. Fool’s words during the gathering, and what Old Man had just

He changed the

is Klein

to wake him up

tone

an old and weak angel like me know

for the awakening, even The Fool has no better solution,

a moment. He picked up his coffee cup and

you have any

Pallez Zoroast scoffed.

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

it to

ultimately couldn’t do anything about “Stealing” the natural talent of others to help him resolve

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

a little like a deal with

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

say so earlier?”

Pallez Zoroast scoffed.

think of

you had eliminated this option before consulting

Man’s mockery. After some serious thought,

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

this 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

going?” Pallez Zoroast

frowned slightly as he said firmly, “I’m going to the nearby bookstore to

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 collect poem anthologies that

Continent, he didn’t bring a single poem anthology book. He only

that, after becoming a high-ranking deacon, I would need to read poem

step would be to buy poem anthologies.

answered simply as he

poems, you have to pay more attention to the besiegement of the

streets. He looked at the pedestrians

“Yes.”

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

…

at the Harvest Church south

his senses, he found himself standing in front of

outside, and

were slightly different

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