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 the previous battle of gods and Amon’s infiltration, but it’s

blurted

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

Zoroast regained “His”

godhood. By relying on godhood to become a powerhouse,

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

characteristic, Leonard indeed had a deeper understanding of it than demigods at his level. However, he still had several

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

cleverly didn’t probe further. He changed the

Man, why is Klein

wake him up

Zoroast’s tone was somewhat

could an old and weak angel like me know about matters

Fool has no better

a moment. He picked up his coffee cup and

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

Pallez Zoroast scoffed.

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

to natural talent, there’s a

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

a smile, “If you can’t accept this method, then you can find a natural talent that you want of someone who’s very

a little like a deal with the devil…”

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

didn’t you say so

Pallez Zoroast scoffed.

manage to think of something

thought you had eliminated

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

a little guilty and uneasy, as if he was avoiding his

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

are you going?” Pallez Zoroast

firmly, “I’m going to the

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 him to chant

a single poem anthology book. He only remembered

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

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

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

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

the streets. He looked

“Yes.”

he was still a Midnight Poet. At that time, he had also walked along the bustling streets, preparing to buy a copy

…

at the Harvest Church south

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

already dim outside,

slightly different from

there was also the confidence that