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,

of slumber is indeed related to the previous battle

blurted out

Mr. Fool’s level, irreversible corruption can

regained “His”

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

it’s the same for you and me. Likewise for The Fool. Heh, perhaps ‘He’ shouldn’t be called ‘The Fool’ anymore. ‘He’ is equivalent to half

the problem 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

0 according to Mr. Fool’s words during the gathering, and what

He changed the topic

Man, why is

to wake him

Zoroast’s tone

an old and weak angel like me

for the awakening, even The Fool has no better

for a moment. He picked up his coffee cup

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

Pallez Zoroast scoffed.

artistic flair is vague with no clear categorization. There’s no way to ‘Steal’

you change it to

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

added with a smile, “If you can’t accept this method, then you can find a natural talent that you want of someone who’s

little like a deal with the devil…” Leonard

to spend money to hire naturally talented people to help you resolve

you say so earlier?” Leonard instantly

Pallez Zoroast scoffed.

to think of something

had eliminated this option

serious thought,

and uneasy, as if

do something personally… Apart from inviting someone to write songs and poems, I have to write a little… With this in mind,

are you going?” Pallez Zoroast

“I’m going to the nearby bookstore to

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 in

Southern Continent, he didn’t bring a single poem anthology book. He only remembered a few of those that he

high-ranking deacon, I would need to read poem anthologies again…

had never imagined that Leonard’s next step would be to buy poem anthologies. After

corresponding legendary stories,” Leonard answered simply

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

streets. He looked at the

“Yes.”

he 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 streets, preparing to buy a copy of “Classical Poems Anthology of the Loen Kingdom” and “Selected Poems of

…

the Harvest Church south

he found himself standing in front of a

outside, and the flowers were

Fool’s slumber were slightly different from the other Tarot Club

there was also the confidence that