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,

slumber is indeed related to the previous battle of gods

blurted out in

irreversible corruption can still be

“His” previous

a powerhouse, one

for The Fool. Heh, perhaps ‘He’ shouldn’t be called ‘The Fool’ anymore. ‘He’ is equivalent to half a ‘Lord of the

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 the term “Lord of the

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

He changed the topic in a deep

Man, why is Klein sleeping as

wake him up as soon as

tone was somewhat

an old and weak angel like me know about matters

Fool has

silent for a moment. He picked up his coffee cup and

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

Pallez Zoroast scoffed.

no

it to natural talent, there’s a

the natural

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

deal

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

you say so

Pallez Zoroast scoffed.

didn’t manage to think

had eliminated this

After some serious thought,

little guilty and uneasy, as

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

you going?” Pallez

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 spirits to read, allowing him

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

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

poem anthologies. After a while,

stories,” Leonard answered simply as

writing poems, you have to pay more attention to the

down the stairs and entered the streets. He looked at the

“Yes.”

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

…

at the Harvest Church south of

found himself standing

already dim outside, and the flowers were

Fool’s slumber were slightly different from the

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

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