Lord of the Mysteries

Chapter 1392

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 of gods and Amon’s infiltration, but it’s not because

Leonard blurted out in

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

Zoroast regained “His”

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

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

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

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

He changed the

why is Klein

to wake him up as soon

Zoroast’s tone was

angel like me know

awakening, even The Fool has no better solution, much

picked up his coffee cup and took another

“Old Man, do you have any

Pallez Zoroast scoffed.

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

if you change it to natural talent,

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

can’t accept this method, then you can find a natural talent that you want of someone

deal with the devil…” Leonard

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

Man, why didn’t you say so earlier?” Leonard

Pallez Zoroast scoffed.

didn’t manage to think of something that

thought you had eliminated this option before

Man’s mockery. After some serious thought, he

little guilty and uneasy,

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

Pallez

said firmly, “I’m going to

Spirit Warlock, he began to

anthology book. He only

I would need to read

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

stories,” Leonard answered simply as he opened the

poems, you have to pay more

and entered the streets. He looked at the

“Yes.”

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

…

the Harvest Church

he found himself

dim outside,

towards Mr. Fool’s slumber were slightly

sadness, and confusion, there was also the confidence that

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