Chapter 39 Yesterday Is No More

In the Southern Continent, East Balam, in a room next to a church in the dark night, Leonard's consciousness returned to the real world.

He was silent for a few seconds, picked up the cold coffee in front of him, and took a sip.

The bitter taste immediately filled his mouth, making his mind gradually clear up.

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

After being silent for a while, Pales Zoroaster replied with emotion:

"'Error' has fallen."

"Error"... Leonard almost didn't realize who the "error" the old man was talking about existed.

The next second, he couldn't hide his astonishment, and almost forgot to ask in a low voice:

"Amon?"

This is the true God in the standard sense!

"Well." Pales Zoroaster's voice seemed a little older than before, "Accurately speaking, Amon's main body has fallen."

Leonard didn't have the heart to distinguish the meaning of the subtleties of the old man's words, and said in disbelief:

"Well, how come there is no sign of this?"

He witnessed the abnormality before and after the fall of the God of War, and knew that it was a change that affected the entire world, and directly brought many terrifying monsters and dangerous areas.

And just now, the only two exceptions are:

The doors and windows slammed shut; he seemed to have forgotten something.

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

Pales Zarathustra's tone sank:

"He should have fallen in the Origin Castle."

Inside "Origin Castle"? Leonard was startled.

The place where he attended the party just now was inside the "Origin Castle"!

A battle of gods just broke out there? Amon actually invaded "Origin Castle"? Leonard's thoughts were mixed,

The expression gradually became solemn:

"Old man, Mr. Fool was injured because of this, and he had to choose sleep?"

"He's going to sleep?" Pales Zarathustra asked rhetorically.

He didn't seem too surprised by this.

Leonard gave a "hmm":

"He called us temporarily today for this matter."

Pales Zoroaster was silent for a few seconds and said:

"His choice to sleep is indeed related to the previous battle of gods and Amon's infiltration, but not because of injury, but because of pollution."

"Pollution?" Leonard blurted out in surprise.

At the level of Mr. Fool, will he encounter pollution that is difficult to get rid of?

Pales Zarathustra resumed his previous emotional tone:

"Everything has divinity, and those who rely on divinity to become stronger will never escape the bondage of divinity.

"This, you are like this, I am like this, and the 'Fool' is like this, heh, maybe he should not be called 'The Fool' anymore, he is now equal to half the 'Master of Mysteries'."

"Lord of Mysteries"... Leonard does know more about the mental imprint in Beyonder characteristics than demigods at the same level, but he still has knowledge that may involve pollution at higher levels. There are many flaws. Even if the old man has mentioned the term "Master of Mysteries" before, he still doesn't understand what it means.

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

Leonard rationally did not ask questions, and changed the subject in a low voice:

"Old man, why does Klein follow Shenmian?

"Is there any way you can wake him up as soon as possible?"

Pales Zarathustra's tone was a little weird:

"How could an old and weak angel like me know about this kind of god-level thing?

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

Leonard was silent for a while, picked up the coffee cup, and took another sip.

After a while, he asked hesitantly:

"Old man, is there any way you can 'steal' other people's talents?"

Pales Zoroast sneered:

"The term talent is vaguely defined, poorly categorized, and cannot be 'stealed'.

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

"...Forget it." In the end, Leonard still couldn't do anything to "steal" other people's talents to help him solve difficulties.

Pales Zoroast added with a smile:

"If you can't accept this approach, you can find a very poor person who has the kind of talent you want to make a deal and give him the money he desires in exchange for the corresponding talent."

"It's a bit like the devil..." Leonard made a fair comment.

Pales Zoroaster laughed and said:

"There is an easier way, that is to pay to hire talented people to help you solve the corresponding difficulties."

"...Old man, why didn't you say it earlier?" Leonard saw the dawn of hope.

Pales Zarathustra said "Ha":

"You never thought it was so simple?

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

Leonard didn't care about the old man's ridicule. After thinking about it, he felt that this method was indeed feasible.

However, he soon felt a little guilty and uneasy, a feeling that he was avoiding responsibility.

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

"Where are you going?" Pales Zarathustra asked slightly surprised.

Leonard frowned slightly, and said with a firm expression:

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

Since he was promoted to "Nightmare", he gave up the poetry collections he bought in the past and let them exist more as decorations; when he became "Spirit Witch", he began to let some spirits with suitable abilities read the poetry collections so that they could be read in battle. Chant, create extraordinary effects, cooperate with yourself.

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

Unexpectedly, after becoming a senior deacon, he would have to review the poetry collection... Leonard secretly sighed, and his pace became more and more firm.

Pales Zoroaster never thought that Leonard's next plan was to buy a collection of poems. After a while, he asked tentatively:

"Is this the order of The Fool?"

"Yes, to promote the corresponding legend." Leonard answered simply and opened the door.

Pales Zoroaster was silent again, and then said:

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

Leonard walked down the stairs and entered the street. Looking at the pedestrians coming and going, he nodded lightly and said:

"Um."

At this moment, walking to the bookstore, he seemed to be back in Tingen, back to the time when he was still a "midnight poet". At that time, he was also walking on the bustling streets like this, preparing to buy a copy of "Luen's Early Classical Poems" and a "Selected Poems of Roselle".

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Backlund, South Bridge, Harvest Church.

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

The sun is dim outside, and the flowers and plants are prosperous.

Regarding Mr. Fool's deep sleep, his feelings are slightly different from the rest of the Tarot Club members.

That is in the heavy, sigh, sad, confused, but also with the certainty that there will probably be a good result.

Within the blood clan, some marquis and earls are quite old. Even if their lifespan is much longer than that of most demigods at the same level, they are reaching their twilight years. At this time, they often choose to sleep and use similar methods to prolong their lifespan. , the effect is quite good.

Therefore, Emlyn has long been accustomed to and heard a lot of things like sleep, knowing that it does not mean death, it does not mean falling, and thinks that if the right way is found, Mr. Fool has a good chance of waking up.

He looked at the scenery outside the window and said to himself in his heart:

"Mr. Fool has fallen asleep, and the oracle of the ancestor is often disturbed, and obviously he can't help often..."

After a short silence, Emlyn sighed silently:

"Sure enough, in the end, you need to face it yourself and bear it.

"This is the fate of the Savior."

When talking about the word "Savior", Emlyn smiled obviously, with a little self-deprecating connotation.

He immediately repeated it in his mind:

"Only on your own."

Just as this thought flashed by, Father Utravsky's voice sounded behind Emlyn:

"It's time to go."

Emlyn turned his head and saw the priest in the brown priest's robe carrying a huge sword on his back.

The length of the great sword exceeded Emlyn's height, and the width was close to his waist.

Combined with Father Utravsky's hill-like body, the sense of terrifying oppression seemed real.

As a blood clan earl, Emlyn returned to normal with just a slight suffocation, and nodded lightly:

"it is good."

Today, they will set off to the Southern Continent to participate in the siege and suppression of the Rose School.

Just after answering, Emlyn suddenly remembered something, and hurriedly said:

"Wait another half a day."

He wants to convene most of the blood clans in Backlund to initially discuss the matter of the drug company.

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

"Get ready to come to me."

After Emlyn watched Father Utravsky walk into the depths of the church, he turned his head and said to the vampires who were going to follow him to the southern continent:

"Notify all the vampires in Backlund to come over, there is something to discuss."

"Yes, Your Excellency." Those vampires responded respectfully.

When they split up and started their operations, Emlyn looked back at the altar in front of the church and the holy emblem of life - it was a simple baby surrounded by symbols such as wheat ears, flowers and spring water.

This made Emlyn suddenly in a trance.

He couldn't quite remember when it started. He spent less and less time in the bedroom and less time with those dolls. Even the hobby of studying history became more purposeful and more utilitarian.

This kind of change did not take shape at once, but took place day by day, month by month, slowly and imperceptibly. By the time Emlyn found out, he had already adapted to the new life.

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

"This is the fate of the savior..."

PS1: Ask for a monthly pass during the double period~

PS2: Recommend a book, Lin Hai's new book, I grew up reading his books, really, lol. Title: "The Fox in the Forbidden Zone"

He is a natural striker and never misremembers the direction of the goal.

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

"I know, the goal is there."

Coming soon, ready to slaughter

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