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 of gods and Amon’s

blurted

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

regained “His” previous

By relying on godhood to become a

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 the

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

according to Mr. Fool’s words during the gathering, and what Old Man had

changed the topic in

is

you able to wake him up

tone was somewhat

old and weak angel like me know about matters at the

the awakening, even The Fool has no better

remained silent for a moment. He picked

“Old Man, do you have

Pallez Zoroast scoffed.

of artistic flair is vague with no clear categorization.

to

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

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 the corresponding

deal with the devil…”

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

didn’t you say

Pallez Zoroast scoffed.

to think of something that

you had eliminated this option before

mockery. After some serious thought, he felt that

soon felt a little guilty and

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

are you going?” Pallez Zoroast

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

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

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

after becoming a high-ranking deacon, I would need to read poem

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

answered simply as he opened

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

and entered the streets.

“Yes.”

as though 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

…

at the Harvest Church south

Emlyn White regained his senses, he found himself standing in front

sun was already dim outside, and the flowers were

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

than heaviness, poignancy, sadness, and confusion, there was also