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,

state of slumber is indeed related to the previous battle of gods

Leonard blurted out in

Fool’s level, irreversible corruption can still be

regained “His” previous

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

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

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 the term “Lord of the Mysteries,” he didn’t understand what it

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 kill a

didn’t probe further. He changed

is Klein

able to wake him up

Zoroast’s tone

weak angel like me know about matters

awakening, even The Fool has

silent for a moment. He picked up his coffee

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

Pallez Zoroast scoffed.

no clear

you change it to natural talent, there’s a

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

accept this method, then you can find a natural talent that you want of someone who’s very poor. Make a deal

deal with the devil…” Leonard commented

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

Man, why didn’t you say so

Pallez Zoroast scoffed.

think of

had eliminated this option

some serious thought, he

he soon felt a little guilty and uneasy, as if he was avoiding

do something personally… Apart from inviting someone to write songs and poems, I have to write

you going?” Pallez Zoroast asked

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

Spirit Warlock, he began to collect poem anthologies that were suitable for some spirits to read, allowing him

Southern Continent, he didn’t bring a single poem anthology book. He only remembered a few of

I would need to read poem anthologies

never imagined that Leonard’s next step would be to buy poem anthologies. After a while,

answered simply as he opened the

have

entered the streets. He

“Yes.”

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 Poems Anthology of

…

the Harvest Church

found himself standing in front of

already dim outside, and the flowers were

were slightly different from the other Tarot Club

there was also the confidence that things would