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,

choice 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, but

Leonard blurted

Mr. Fool’s level, irreversible corruption can

“His”

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

you and me. Likewise for The Fool. Heh, perhaps ‘He’ shouldn’t be called ‘The Fool’ anymore. ‘He’ is equivalent to

of it than demigods at his level. However, he still had several holes in the knowledge on this matter. Even though he

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

cleverly didn’t probe further. He changed

why is

to wake him up as soon as

Zoroast’s tone was

me know about matters at the level

The Fool has no

moment. He picked up his coffee cup

a while, he asked hesitantly, “Old Man, do you have any way of

Pallez Zoroast scoffed.

no clear categorization. There’s no way

it to natural

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

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

like a deal with the devil…”

to spend money to hire naturally talented people to

Man, why didn’t you say so earlier?” Leonard

Pallez Zoroast scoffed.

manage to think of something

eliminated this option before consulting

ignored Old Man’s mockery. After some serious thought, he felt that this idea was

guilty and uneasy, as if

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

are you going?” Pallez Zoroast asked

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

he had bought in the past, making most of them nothing but decorations. When he became a 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 to create Beyonder effects that

he didn’t bring a single poem anthology book. He

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

step would be to buy poem anthologies. After a while, “He” probed, “Is this

stories,” Leonard answered simply as

have to pay more attention to the besiegement of the Rose

stairs and entered the streets. He looked at the pedestrians

“Yes.”

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

…

the Harvest Church south of

he found himself standing in front of

already dim outside, and the flowers were

slumber were slightly

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