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,

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

blurted out in

at Mr. Fool’s level, irreversible corruption

regained “His” previous

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

perhaps ‘He’ shouldn’t be called ‘The Fool’ anymore. ‘He’ is equivalent to

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

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

didn’t probe further. He changed the topic

is Klein

to wake him up as soon

Zoroast’s tone was

me know about matters at the level

Fool has no

for a moment. He picked up

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

Pallez Zoroast scoffed.

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

to natural talent, there’s a

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

“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 him the money he wants to exchange for the

like a deal with

is to spend money to hire naturally talented people to help you resolve the corresponding

you say so earlier?” Leonard instantly

Pallez Zoroast scoffed.

to think of

eliminated this option before

some serious thought, he felt that

a little guilty and uneasy, as if he

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

Pallez Zoroast

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

nothing but decorations. When he became a Spirit Warlock, he began to collect poem anthologies that were suitable for some spirits

Continent, he didn’t bring a single poem anthology book. He only remembered a few of those that he often used

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

had never imagined that Leonard’s next step would be to buy poem anthologies. After a while, “He” probed,

corresponding legendary stories,” Leonard answered simply as he

poems, you have to pay more attention

the streets.

“Yes.”

Poet. At that time,

…

the Harvest Church south of

he found himself

dim outside, and

slightly different from

was also the confidence that things