Lord of Mysteries

Chapter 1393 Yesterday Is Gone (Seeking Monthly Tickets During Double Vote Period)

In a room next to a church in the dark of night, in the southern continent of East Byron, Leonard's consciousness returned to the real world.

He remained silent for a few seconds, then picked up the coffee in front of him, which had cooled considerably, and took a small sip.

The bitter taste quickly filled his mouth, gradually clearing his mind.

"Old man, what exactly happened today?" Leonard finally couldn't hold back and asked.

After a moment of silence, Palez Zoroaster replied with deep emotion:

"The 'error' has fallen."

"Error"... Leonard almost didn't realize which being the old man was referring to as the "error".

The next second, unable to hide his astonishment, he almost forgot to lower his voice and ask:

"Amon?"

This is a true god in the truest sense!

"Hmm." Pales Zoroaster's voice seemed a bit older than before. "To be precise, it was Amon's main body that perished."

Leonard, not bothering to discern the subtle nuances in the old man's words, spoke incredulously:

"How... how come there wasn't a single sign?"

He witnessed firsthand the anomalies before and after the God of War's fall, knowing that they were changes affecting the entire world and directly bringing many terrifying monsters and dangerous areas.

The only two anomalies just now were:

The doors and windows suddenly slammed shut; it seemed as if he had forgotten something.

The latter is a situation that most people encounter in daily life, and it is not surprising at all.

Palez Zoroaster's tone turned somber:

"He must have perished inside the 'Source Castle'."

Inside "Source Castle"? Leonard was startled.

The place where he just attended the party was inside "Yuanbao"!

A divine war had just broken out there? Amon had actually infiltrated the "Source Castle"? Leonard's thoughts raced, and his expression gradually turned serious:

"Old man, is this why Mr. 'The Fool' was injured and forced to enter a state of slumber?"

"Is He going to sleep?" Palez Zoroaster asked in return.

He didn't seem too surprised by this.

Leonard grunted in agreement.

"He summoned us here today for this very reason."

Palez Zoroaster paused for a few seconds before saying:

"His choice to slumber was indeed related to the previous divine war and Amun's infiltration, but not because of injury, but because of corruption."

"Pollution?" Leonard asked, quite surprised.

At the level of "The Fool," one will encounter contamination that is inherently difficult to eradicate.

Palez Zoroaster resumed his previous tone of reflection:

"All things possess divinity, and those who rely on divinity to become stronger can never escape the constraints of divinity."

"In this respect, you are like this, I am like this, and the 'Fool' is like this too. Ah, perhaps we should no longer call Him the 'Fool'; He is now half a 'Lord of Mysteries'."

"Lord of Mysteries"... Leonard does have a deeper understanding of the mental imprint within extraordinary traits than other demigods of the same level, but he still has many shortcomings in knowledge that may involve higher levels and could lead to corruption if he knows it. Even though he had heard the old man mention the term "Lord of Mysteries" before, he still did not understand what it meant.

However, based on Mr. Fool's words at the gathering and the old man's words just now, he can now confirm that Mr. Fool's status has surpassed Sequence 0 and his strength is enough to kill a true god.

Leonard wisely refrained from pressing the matter and changed the subject in a low voice:

"Old man, why did Klein also fall into a deep sleep?"

"Do you have any way to wake him up as soon as possible?"

Palez Zoroaster's tone took on a somewhat strange quality:

"How could I, an old and weak angel, possibly know about such things on a divine level?"

"As for awakening, even the 'Fool' has no better way, let alone me?"

Leonard paused briefly, picked up his coffee cup, and took another sip.

After a while, he hesitated and asked:

"Old man, do you have a way to 'steal' other people's talent?"

Palez Zoroaster scoffed:

"The word 'talent' is vaguely defined and unclearly categorized, so it cannot be 'stolen'."

"However, if we replace it with talent, then there is a way."

"...Never mind." Leonard ultimately couldn't bring himself to "steal" someone else's talent to help him solve his problems.

Palez Zoroaster added with a smile:

"If you can't accept this approach, you can find someone who has the talent you desire but is very poor and make a deal with them, giving them the money they crave in exchange for the corresponding talent."

"This is a bit like the devil..." Leonard commented aptly.

Palez Zoroaster chuckled:

"There's an even simpler way: pay someone with talent to help you solve the problem."

"...Old man, why didn't you say so sooner?" Leonard suddenly saw a glimmer of hope.

Palez Zoroaster let out a "ha":

"You didn't even think of something this simple?"

"I thought you had already ruled out this option before asking me."

Leonard ignored the old man's sarcasm, thought about it seriously, and felt that the method was indeed feasible.

However, he soon felt a pang of guilt and unease, as if he were shirking his responsibilities.

In this matter, I still have to do something myself... Besides asking someone to write poems, I also have to write some myself... Thinking of this, Leonard suddenly stood up and walked towards the door.

"Where are you going?" Palez Zoroaster asked, slightly surprised.

Leonard frowned slightly, but said with a firm expression:

"Go to the nearby bookstore and buy some poetry collections."

Since advancing to "Nightmare," he abandoned the poetry collections he had bought in the past, letting them exist more as decorations; after becoming a "Spirit Wizard," he began to have the collected spirits with suitable abilities read the poetry collections so that they could recite them in battle to create extraordinary effects and complement him.

Therefore, when he came to the Southern Continent, he did not bring a book of poems with him, and of those he had come from, he only remembered a few of the ones he used often.

Unexpectedly, after becoming a senior deacon, he still had to revisit the poetry collection... Leonard sighed inwardly, his steps becoming more determined.

Palez Zoroaster had no idea that Leonard's next plan was to buy a book of poetry, and after a while, he tentatively asked:

"Is this the Fool's order?"

"Yes, to promote the relevant legendary stories," Leonard replied simply as he opened the door and left.

Palez Zoroaster fell silent again before speaking:

"Besides writing poetry, you also need to pay more attention to the suppression of the Rose School."

Leonard climbed the stairs, entered the street, and, watching the passersby, nodded slightly.

"Um."

At that moment, as he walked toward the bookstore, he seemed to return to Tingen, back to the days when he was still the "Midnight Poet." Back then, he also walked down the bustling street, intending to buy a copy of "Early Classical Poems of Ruhnn" and a copy of "Selected Poems of Russell."

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Backlund, South of the Bridge, Harvest Church.

When Emlyn White regained consciousness, he found himself standing in front of a window.

The sunlight outside had dimmed, but the flowers and plants were lush and vibrant.

His feelings about Mr. Fool's slumber were slightly different from those of the other members of the Tarot Club.

That is, amidst the heaviness, sighs, sadness, and confusion, there is also a certainty that there will probably be a good outcome.

Within the vampire clan, some marquises and earls are already quite old. Even though their lifespan is much longer than that of most demigods of the same level, they have reached the twilight of their lives. At this time, they often choose to go into hibernation, using a similar method to prolong their lifespan, and the effect is quite good.

Therefore, Emlyn had long been accustomed to and had heard of such things as slumber, knowing that it was not the same as death or demise, and believed that if the right method was found, Mr. Fool had a good chance of waking up.

He gazed at the scenery outside the window and murmured to himself:

"Mr. 'The Fool' has fallen into slumber, and the ancestral oracles are frequently disturbed, clearly unable to provide assistance regularly..."

After a brief silence, Emlyn sighed silently:

"Indeed, in the end, I had to face it and bear it myself."

"This is the destiny of the savior."

Emlyn smiled noticeably when he mentioned the word "savior," with a hint of self-deprecation.

He immediately repeated it to himself again:

"I can only rely on myself now."

The thought had barely crossed his mind when Father Utravsky's voice rang out behind Emlin:

"It's time to go."

Emlyn turned around and saw a priest in a brown robe carrying a greatsword on his back.

The greatsword was longer than Emlyn's height and nearly as wide as his waist.

Combined with Father Utravsky's mountain-like body, the terrifying sense of oppression felt almost tangible.

As a vampire count, Emlyn recovered quickly from a slight bout of suffocation and nodded slightly.

"it is good."

Today, they will set off for the Southern Continent to participate in the operation to annihilate the Rose School.

Having just given his answer, Emlyn suddenly remembered something and quickly added:

"Wait another half day."

He wanted to gather most of the vampires in Backlund to have a preliminary discussion about the pharmaceutical company.

Bishop Utravsky didn't ask anything, just nodded and said:

"Come find me when you're ready."

After watching Father Utravsky disappear into the depths of the church, Emlyn turned to the vampires who would be following him to the southern continent and said:

"Notify all vampires in Backlund to come here; there is something we need to discuss."

"Yes, Your Excellency," the vampires replied respectfully.

As they split up to begin their work, Emlyn looked back at the altar and the emblem of life in front of the church—a simple baby surrounded by symbols such as ears of wheat, flowers, and springs.

This made Emlyn suddenly feel disoriented.

He could hardly remember when it started, but he began to spend less and less time in his bedroom, less and less time with his dolls, and even his hobby of studying history became more purposeful and utilitarian.

Such changes don't happen overnight, but rather slowly and imperceptibly occur day by day and month by month. By the time Emlyn notices it, he has already adapted to his new life.

Emlyn withdrew his gaze, slightly raised his chin, and shook his head with a smile:

"This is the destiny of a savior..."

PS1: Requesting monthly votes during the double vote period!

PS2: I recommend a book, Lin Hai's new book. I grew up reading his books, really, haha. Title: *The Fox of the Forbidden Zone*

He was a natural striker and never forgot the direction of the goal.

He fights against his enemies on the field, and he fights against the world.

"I know, the goal is right there."

Coming soon, time to go and buy it!

(End of this chapter)