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

Leonard blurted

level, irreversible corruption can

Zoroast regained “His” previous poignant

become a powerhouse, one can never escape the

this point, it’s the same for you and me. Likewise for The Fool. Heh, perhaps ‘He’ shouldn’t be called

indeed had a deeper understanding of it than demigods at his level. However, he still had several holes in the knowledge on this

at present, he could confirm that Mr. Fool’s level had transcended Sequence 0 according to Mr. Fool’s words during the gathering, and what Old Man had just said, “His” strength was enough to

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

is

him up as soon as

tone

old and weak angel like me know about matters at the

even The Fool

remained silent for a moment. He picked up

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

Pallez Zoroast scoffed.

is vague with no clear categorization. There’s no way to

if you change it to

about “Stealing” the natural talent of

“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

like a deal with the devil…” Leonard

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

you say so earlier?”

Pallez Zoroast scoffed.

manage to think

you had eliminated

some serious thought, he

soon felt a little guilty and uneasy, as if he

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

you going?” Pallez

said firmly, “I’m going to the nearby bookstore to buy

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

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

expected that, after becoming a high-ranking deacon, I would need to read poem anthologies again… Leonard sighed inwardly as his steps

imagined that Leonard’s next step would be to buy poem anthologies. After a while, “He” probed, “Is this an order

promoting the corresponding legendary stories,” Leonard answered simply

poems, you have to pay more attention to the besiegement of the

streets. He looked at the

“Yes.”

Poet. At that time,

…

the Harvest Church south

regained his senses, he found himself standing

sun was already dim outside, and the flowers

feelings towards Mr. Fool’s slumber were slightly different from the other Tarot

heaviness, poignancy, sadness, and confusion, there was also the confidence