Lord of the Mysteries

Chapter 1392

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 of injuries,

blurted out in

corruption can still be encountered

regained “His” previous

become a powerhouse, one can never escape the

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

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

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

He changed the topic

is

him up

tone was somewhat

like me know

even The Fool has no better solution, much less

picked

do you have any

Pallez Zoroast scoffed.

vague with no

it to

about “Stealing” the natural talent of others to help

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

a little like a deal with the devil…”

spend money to

why didn’t you say so earlier?” Leonard instantly

Pallez Zoroast scoffed.

to think of something

thought you had eliminated this option

thought,

a little guilty and

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

are you going?” Pallez Zoroast

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

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

a single poem anthology book. He only remembered a few of

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

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

stories,” Leonard answered

have to pay more attention to the besiegement of the Rose

the stairs and entered the streets. He looked at

“Yes.”

that moment, 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 bustling streets, preparing to buy a copy of “Classical

…

Harvest Church south

found himself

was already dim outside, and the

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

there was also the confidence that things would

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