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,

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

blurted out in

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

regained “His”

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

Likewise for The Fool. Heh, perhaps ‘He’ shouldn’t be

mental imprint 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

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

further. He changed the topic in

why is Klein

to wake him up as soon as

Zoroast’s tone was

me

the awakening, even The Fool has no

a moment. He picked up his coffee cup and

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

Pallez Zoroast scoffed.

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

if you change it to natural talent,

do anything about “Stealing” the natural talent of others to

want of someone who’s very poor. Make a deal with him and give him

like a deal

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

didn’t you say so earlier?”

Pallez Zoroast scoffed.

think of

eliminated this option before consulting

thought, he felt that

felt a little guilty and uneasy, as if he was

someone to write songs and poems, I have to write a little… With this in mind, Leonard suddenly stood up and

you going?” Pallez Zoroast asked in

frowned slightly as he said firmly, “I’m going to

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

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

high-ranking deacon, I would need to read poem anthologies again… Leonard sighed inwardly as his steps became

would be to buy poem anthologies. After a while, “He” probed, “Is this

stories,” Leonard answered

have to pay more

walked down the stairs and entered the streets. He looked at the pedestrians and nodded

“Yes.”

as he walked towards the bookstore, he felt 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

…

at the Harvest Church south

White regained his senses, he found himself

already dim outside,

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

and confusion, there was also the confidence that things