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,

enter a state of slumber is indeed related to the previous battle of gods and Amon’s infiltration, but it’s not because of injuries, but because of

blurted out

irreversible corruption can still be

regained “His”

godhood. By relying on godhood to become a powerhouse,

same for you and me. Likewise for The Fool. Heh, perhaps ‘He’

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 Mysteries,” he didn’t

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

cleverly didn’t probe further. He changed the

Man, why is

able to wake him up

tone was

and weak angel like me know about matters at the level of

the awakening, even The Fool has

for a moment. He picked up his coffee cup and took

he asked hesitantly, “Old Man, do you have any way of ‘Stealing’ the artistic flair

Pallez Zoroast scoffed.

is vague with no

change it to natural talent, there’s a

it.” Leonard ultimately couldn’t do anything about “Stealing” the natural talent of

Zoroast 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 very poor. Make a deal with him and give him the money he wants to exchange for

deal with the devil…”

simple solution. That is to spend money to hire naturally talented people to help you

say

Pallez Zoroast scoffed.

manage to think of something that

thought you had eliminated

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

little guilty and uneasy, as if

write songs and poems, I have to

you going?” Pallez Zoroast asked in

he said firmly, “I’m going to the nearby

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

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

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

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

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

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

entered the streets. He looked at

“Yes.”

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

…

the Harvest Church south of

Emlyn White regained his senses, he found himself

dim outside, and the flowers

Fool’s slumber were slightly

poignancy, sadness, and confusion, there was