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

blurted

at Mr. Fool’s level, irreversible corruption can still

Zoroast regained “His”

has godhood. By relying on godhood to become a powerhouse, one can never escape the shackles

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

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

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

further. He changed

is Klein

him up as soon as

tone was somewhat

like me know about matters at the level of

awakening, even The Fool has no better solution, much

for a moment. He picked up his coffee

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

Pallez Zoroast scoffed.

artistic flair is vague with no clear categorization.

change it to natural talent, there’s

about “Stealing” the natural talent of others to

smile, “If you can’t accept this method, then you can find a natural talent that you want of someone who’s very poor. Make a

a deal with the devil…”

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

say

Pallez Zoroast scoffed.

manage to think

eliminated this option

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

guilty and uneasy, as

inviting someone to write songs and poems, I have to write a little… With this

are you going?” Pallez Zoroast asked

firmly, “I’m going to

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 were suitable for some spirits to read, allowing him to chant the appropriate parts in a battle to create Beyonder effects that worked

a single poem anthology book. He only remembered a

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

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

promoting the corresponding legendary stories,” Leonard answered

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

the streets. He looked at the pedestrians and

“Yes.”

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

…

Church south of

senses, he found himself standing

was already dim outside, and the flowers were

Mr. Fool’s slumber were slightly different

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