In a room beside an 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 coffee that had turned much colder and took a sip.
The bitter taste immediately filled his mouth, causing his mind to gradually clear up.
"Old Man, what happened today?" Finally, Leonard couldn't help but ask.
After a moment of silence, Pallez Zoroast replied with mixed emotions, "Error has perished."
"Error" has perished. "
"Error" … Leonard almost couldn't figure out which existence Old Man was referring to when he said "error."
In the next second, he couldn't hide his astonishment and nearly forgot to lower his voice.
"Amon?"
This was a true god in the truest sense of the word!
"Yes." Pallez Zoroast's voice sounded older than before. "To be precise, Amon's main body has perished."
Leonard wasn't in the mood to decipher the subtle meaning behind Old Man's words.
He said in disbelief, "H-how can there be no signs at all?"
Back then, he had personally witnessed the abnormality before the God of Combat's death. He knew that it was a change that affected the entire World, and it had directly brought many terrifying monsters and dangerous zones.
And just now, the only two abnormalities were:
The doors and windows had suddenly closed; He seemed to have forgotten something.
The latter was something that most people would encounter in their daily lives. It wasn't strange at all.
Pallez Zoroast's tone deepened.
"'He' should have perished in Sefirah Castle."
In Sefirah Castle? Leonard jumped in fright.
The place where he had attended the gathering was inside Sefirah Castle!
A battle of gods had just erupted there? Amon actually invaded Sefirah Castle? As Leonard's thoughts raced, his expression gradually turned solemn.
"Old Man, Mr. Fool was injured because of this and had no choice but to choose to enter a deep slumber?"
"He" is going to enter a deep slumber? "Pallez Zoroast asked.
"He" didn't seem too surprised by this.
Leonard tersely acknowledged.
"'He' summoned us today for this matter."
Pallez Zoroast was silent for a few seconds.
"His choice of hibernation is indeed related to the previous divine war and Amon's infiltration, but not because of injury, but because of contamination."
"Pollution?" Leonard blurted out in surprise.
At Mr. Fool's level, there's still a corruption that's difficult to expel?
Pallez Zoroast regained his previous wistful tone.
"Everything has divinity. Those who rely on divinity to become strong will never be able to escape the shackles of divinity.
Heh, perhaps I shouldn't call 'Him' The Fool anymore. 'He' is now equivalent to half the Lord of the Mysteries. "
Lord of the Mysteries … Leonard did have a deeper understanding of the mental imprint in a Beyonder characteristic than a demigod at the same level, but he still had many flaws when it came to knowledge that involved a higher level of corruption. Even though he had heard Old Man mention the term "Lord of the Mysteries," he still didn't know what it meant.
However, he could also confirm that Mr. Fool's level had exceeded Sequence 0 based on what Mr. Fool said at the gathering and what Old Man had just said. His strength was enough to kill a true god.
Leonard was rational enough not to pursue the matter. He changed the topic in a low voice.
"Old man, why did Klein fall asleep as well?
"Do you have any way to wake him up quickly?"
Pallez Zoroast's tone was a little strange.
"How could an old and weak angel like me know about such godly matters?
"As for awakening, even The Fool doesn't have a better solution, much less me."
Leonard was silent for a moment. He picked up his coffee cup and took another sip.
After a while, he asked hesitantly,
"Old man, do you have a way to steal other people's talents?"
Pallez Zoroast sneered.
"The definition of talent is vague, and its classification is unclear. There's no way to steal it.
"However, if it's replaced with talent, then there's a way."
"… Forget it." In the end, Leonard still couldn't "steal" someone else's talent to help him solve his problem.
Pallez Zoroast added with a smile, "Of course.
"If you can't accept this method, you can find someone who has the kind of talent you want but is very poor to make a deal. Give him the money he desires in exchange for the corresponding talent."
"It's a bit like a demon …" Leonard commented.
Pallez Zoroast chuckled.
"There's an even simpler way, and that is to spend money to hire talented people to help you solve the corresponding difficulties."
"… Old man, why didn't you say so earlier?" Leonard suddenly saw a ray of hope.
Pallez Zoroast scoffed.
"You can't even think of such a simple thing?
"I only came to ask me because I thought you had already eliminated this option."
Leonard ignored Old Man's mockery. After some serious thought, he felt that this method was indeed feasible.
However, he soon felt a little guilty and uneasy. He had a feeling that he was shirking his responsibilities.
On this matter, I have to do something personally … Apart from hiring someone to write poems, I have to write some myself … With this in mind, Leonard suddenly stood up and walked to the door.
"Where are you going?" Pallez Zoroast asked in surprise.
Leonard frowned slightly as he said with a firm expression, "I'm going to a nearby bookstore to buy some poetry collections."
"I'm going to a nearby bookstore to buy some poetry collections."
Ever since he advanced to a Nightmare, he had given up on buying poetry collections in the past. He made them exist more as decorations. After he became a Spirit Warlock, he began gathering spirits with suitable abilities to read poetry collections so that they could recite them in battle and create Beyonder effects to complement him.
Therefore, when he came to the Southern Continent, he didn't bring a single poetry collection. As for the ones he had read in the past, he only remembered a few that he often used.
I didn't expect that after becoming a high-ranking deacon, I'd have to go through the poetry anthology again … Leonard sighed inwardly, and his footsteps became firmer.
Pallez Zoroast didn't expect Leonard's next step to be to buy a poetry collection. After a while, he probed, "What's your plan?
"This is an order from The Fool?"
"Yes, to promote the corresponding legendary stories," Leonard answered simply as he opened the door and walked out.
Pallez Zoroast fell silent once more before saying, "That's right.
"Apart from writing poems, you should also pay more attention to the siege of Rose School."
Leonard walked down the stairs and entered the street. Looking at the pedestrians coming and going, he nodded lightly and said,
"Yes."
At that moment, as he walked towards the bookstore, he felt like he had returned to Tingen, back to the days when he was still a Midnight Poet. At that time, he was also walking on the bustling street, preparing to buy a copy of Rouen's Early Classical Poems and a copy of Rosell's Selected Poems.
…
Baekeland, south of the Bridge, Harvest Church.
After Emlyn White regained his senses, he realized that he was standing in front of a window.
The sun outside had already dimmed, and the flowers and plants were flourishing.
Regarding Mr. Fool's slumber, his feelings were slightly different from the other Tarot members.
Amidst the heaviness, sighing, sadness, and confusion, there was also the certainty that there would probably be a good outcome.
Among the Sanguine, a number of Marquises and Earls were already rather old. Even though they had lived longer than most demigods at the same level, they were still in their twilight years. At such times, they often chose to sleep and use such methods to extend their lifespans. The effects were rather good.
Therefore, Emlyn was already accustomed to hearing about slumber. He knew that it wasn't equivalent to passing away or perishing. He believed that if he found the right solution, Mr. Fool had a high chance of waking up.
He looked out the window at the scenery and muttered to himself,
Mr. Fool is in slumber, and the Ancestor's revelation is often disrupted. It's obvious that he can't provide frequent help …
After a brief silence, Emlyn sighed silently.
Indeed, in the end, I have to face and shoulder it myself.
"This is the Savior's destiny."
When he said the word "Savior," Emlyn clearly smiled with a hint of self-deprecation.
He then repeated it in his mind.
"I can only rely on myself."
Just as this thought flashed through his mind, Father Utravsky's voice sounded behind him.
"It's time to go."
Emlyn turned his head and saw the priest in a brown priest robe carrying a huge sword on his back.
The greatsword's length exceeded Emlyn's height, and its width was nearly his waist.
Coupled with Utravsky's mountain-like body, the terrifying pressure was almost tangible.
As a Sanguine Earl, Emlyn only felt a little suffocated before returning to normal. He nodded slightly.
"Alright."
Today, they would depart for the Southern Continent and participate in the operation to annihilate Rose School.
Just as he replied, Emlyn suddenly thought of something and hurriedly said,
"Let's wait another half a day."
He wanted to gather most of the Blood Breeds in Baekeland for a preliminary discussion about the pharmaceutical company.
Bishop Utravsky didn't ask any questions and nodded.
"Come find me when you're ready."
After Emlyn watched Father Utravsky walk deep into the cathedral, he turned to the Sanguine who were following him to the Southern Continent.
"Inform all the Sanguine in Baekeland to come over. There's something we need to discuss."
"Yes, Your Grace," the Sanguine replied respectfully.
After they split up, Emlyn looked back at the altar and the Sacred Emblem of Life in front of the cathedral. It was a baby surrounded by symbols like wheat ears, flowers, and spring water.
This left Emlyn in a daze.
He couldn't remember when it started, but he spent less and less time in his bedroom. He spent less and less time with the dolls, and even his hobby of studying history had become more purposeful and utilitarian.
Such a change didn't happen overnight, but over the course of days and months, it was slow and undetectable. By the time Emlyn realized it, he had already adapted to his new life.
Emlyn retracted his gaze, raised his chin slightly, and shook his head with a smile.
"This is the Savior's destiny …"
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He was a natural marksman, and he never misremembered the direction of the goal.
He fought against the enemies on the field, as well as the World.
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