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,

the previous battle of gods and Amon’s infiltration, but it’s not

Leonard blurted out

irreversible corruption

regained “His”

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

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

he still had several holes in the knowledge on this matter. Even though he had heard Old Man mention the term “Lord of the Mysteries,” he

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

probe further. He changed the

why is Klein sleeping

able to wake him up as soon

tone was

and weak angel like me know about matters at the

awakening, even The Fool has no better

moment. He picked up his coffee cup

you have any way of ‘Stealing’ the artistic flair

Pallez Zoroast scoffed.

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

you change it to

the natural talent of others to help

you can’t accept this method, then you can find a natural talent that you want of someone who’s very poor. Make a

little like a deal with the devil…” Leonard commented

to spend money

say so earlier?” Leonard instantly saw

Pallez Zoroast scoffed.

think of something that

you had eliminated this

some serious thought, he

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

still have to do something personally… Apart from inviting someone to write songs and poems, I have to write a little… With this in mind, Leonard suddenly stood up and walked to

going?” Pallez

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

he became a Spirit Warlock, he began to collect poem anthologies that were suitable for some

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

never expected that, after becoming a high-ranking deacon, I would need to read poem anthologies again… Leonard sighed inwardly as his

poem anthologies. After

stories,” Leonard answered simply as he opened the door

poems, you have to pay more attention to the

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

“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

…

the Harvest Church

his senses, he found himself standing in front of

sun was already dim outside, and the flowers were

Fool’s slumber were slightly different

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