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,

slumber is indeed related to the previous battle of gods and Amon’s infiltration, but

blurted

at Mr. Fool’s level, irreversible corruption can

regained “His” previous

godhood to become a powerhouse, one can never escape the

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

problem of the mental imprint in a Beyonder characteristic, Leonard indeed had a deeper 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 Mysteries,” he didn’t understand what it

present, he could 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 kill

changed

why is Klein sleeping as

able to wake him up

tone was somewhat

old and weak angel like me

Fool has no better solution,

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

you have any

Pallez Zoroast scoffed.

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

to natural talent,

about “Stealing” the natural talent of

of someone who’s very poor. Make a deal with him and give him the money he wants to exchange for the corresponding

deal with the devil…” Leonard commented

chuckled and said, “There’s another simple solution. That is to spend money to

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

Pallez Zoroast scoffed.

didn’t manage to think of

you had eliminated this option before

serious thought, he felt that

and uneasy,

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

going?” Pallez Zoroast

going to

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

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

expected that, after becoming a high-ranking deacon, I would need to read poem anthologies again…

be to buy poem anthologies.

stories,” Leonard answered simply as

“Apart from writing poems, you have to pay more

down the stairs and entered the streets. He

“Yes.”

had returned to Tingen, back to the time when he was still a Midnight Poet.

…

the Harvest Church south of the

his senses, he found himself standing in front of a

sun was already dim outside,

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

sadness, and confusion, there was also the confidence that