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,

slumber is indeed related to the previous battle of gods

Leonard blurted

level, irreversible corruption

Zoroast regained “His” previous

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

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 a ‘Lord of

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

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

cleverly didn’t probe further. He changed the topic in a

is Klein

able to wake him up

tone

weak angel like me know about matters at the

awakening, even The Fool has no better solution, much

for a moment. He picked up his coffee cup and

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

Pallez Zoroast scoffed.

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

to natural talent, there’s a

about “Stealing” the natural talent of

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

little like a deal with

spend

say so earlier?”

Pallez Zoroast scoffed.

didn’t manage to think of something that

had eliminated this option before

Old Man’s mockery. After some serious thought, he felt

and uneasy, as

something personally… Apart from inviting someone to write songs and poems,

going?” Pallez Zoroast

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

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

need to read poem anthologies again…

poem anthologies. After a while, “He” probed, “Is

the corresponding legendary stories,” Leonard answered simply as

fell silent once again before saying, “Apart from writing poems, you have to pay more attention to the besiegement of the Rose

the streets. He looked at the pedestrians

“Yes.”

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

…

at the Harvest Church south of

White regained his senses, he found himself standing in front of a

already dim outside, and the flowers were

slumber were slightly different from the other Tarot Club

was also