Lord of the Mysteries v8c39 - Tencent MTL

Lord of the Mysteries v8 Chapter 39 yesterday is no longer

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

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

The bitter taste immediately filled his mouth and gradually cleared his head.

"Old man, what on earth happened today?" Finally, Leonard could not contain himself and asked voluntarily.

Paris. After a moment of silence, Zoroaster replied with emotion:

"the mistake fell."

"mistake". Leonard almost didn't realize who the "mistake" the old man said existed.

The next, unable to hide his amazement, he almost forgot to ask in a low voice:

"Amon?"

This is the true god in the standard sense!

"Hmm." Paris. Zoroaster's voice seemed to be a little older than before. "to be exact, the main body of Amon has fallen."

Leonard, not in the mood to distinguish the nuances of the old man's words, said in disbelief:

"how come there is no sign of this?"

Before and after the fall of the god of war, he witnessed with his own eyes that it was a change that affected the whole world and directly brought many horrible monsters and dangerous zones.

Just now, the only two exceptions are:

The doors and windows suddenly closed; they seemed to have forgotten something.

The latter in daily life, in fact, most people will encounter the situation, it is not surprising.

Paris. Zoroaster's voice sank:

"he should have fallen in the Source Castle."

Inside the Source Castle? Leonard was startled.

The place where he just attended the party is inside the Source Castle!

A divine war has just broken out there? Amon actually invaded the Source Castle? Leonard's expression gradually grew dignified in his thoughts:

"Old man, is that why Mr. Fool got hurt and had to choose to sleep?"

"is he going to sleep?" Paris. Zoroaster asked a rhetorical question.

He didn't seem too surprised.

Leonard said "hmmm":

"it is for this reason that he summoned us temporarily today."

Paris. Zoroaster said in silence for a few seconds:

"it is true that his choice to sleep has something to do with the previous war of gods and Amon's infiltration, but not because of injury, but because of pollution."

"pollution?" Leonard blurted out in surprise.

When you reach the level of Mr. Fool, you will still encounter pollution that is very difficult to dispel.

Paris. Zoroaster restored his previous tone of emotion:

"all things have divinity, and those who rely on divinity to become stronger can never escape the shackles of divinity.

"at this point, you are like this, I am like this, and so is the 'fool'. Oh, maybe we should no longer call him a 'fool'. He is now equal to half a 'secret Lord'."

"the Lord of Secrets". It is true that Leonard knows more about the spiritual imprint of extraordinary characteristics than his demigod at the same level, but he still has many flaws in knowledge that may involve a higher level of knowledge that may lead to pollution as a result of his knowing. even if he had heard the old man mention the term "secret lord" before, he still didn't understand what it meant.

However, at present, according to the words of Mr. Fool at the party and what the old man just said, he can determine that the personality of Mr. Fool has exceeded sequence 0 and is strong enough to kill a true god.

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

"Old man, why is Klein sleeping with him?

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

Paris. There was something strange in Zoroaster's tone:

"how could I, an old and weak angel, know such a divine thing?

"as for awakening, even the 'fool' has no better way, not to mention me."

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

After a while, he hesitated and asked:

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

Paris. Zoroaster laughed:

The word talent is vaguely defined, poorly classified and cannot be 'stolen'.

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

". Forget it. " In the end, Leonard was unable to "steal" other people's talents to help him solve difficulties.

Paris. Zoroaster added with a smile:

"if you can't accept this way, you can make a deal with a very poor person who has the kind of talent you want and give him the money he craves in exchange for the corresponding talent."

"it's kind of like the devil." Leonard made a pertinent comment.

Paris. Zoroaster laughed and said:

"A simpler way is to spend money to hire talented people to help you solve your difficulties."

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

Paris. Zoroaster gave a "heh":

"it never occurred to you that it was so simple?

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

Leonard ignored the old man's mockery and thought it would work.

However, he soon felt a little guilty and uneasy, and had the feeling that he was shirking his responsibility.

In this matter, you still have to do something yourself. In addition to having someone write poems, I have to write some myself. Thinking of this, Leonard sprang to his feet and walked to the door.

"where are you going?" Paris. Asked Zoroaster, slightly surprised.

Leonard frowned slightly and said firmly:

"go to the nearby bookstore and buy some poems."

Since he was promoted to "Nightmare", he has given up the poems he bought in the past and let them exist more as decorations; when he became a "witch", he began to use collected collections of spiritual poems with the right abilities in order to recite them in battle and create extraordinary effects to cooperate with himself.

Therefore, when he came to the southern mainland, he did not bring a collection of poems at all, and he only remembered a few commonly used poems in the past.

Unexpectedly, after becoming a senior deacon, I have to review the collection of poems. Leonard sighed to himself, and his pace became more and more firm.

Paris. Zoroaster had no idea that Leonard's next plan was to buy a collection of poems, and after a while he asked tentatively:

"is this the order of the fool?"

"Yes, spread the corresponding legends." Leonard answered briefly and opened the door.

Paris. Zoroaster was silent again, and then said:

"in addition to writing poems, you have to pay more attention to encircling and suppressing the Rose School."

Leonard walked down the stairs, entered the street, looked at the passers-by, nodded gently:

"Hmm."

At this moment, as he walked to the bookstore, he seemed to have returned to Tingen, to the days when he was still a "midnight poet". At that time, he was also walking down the busy street, preparing to buy a book of Roon's early Classical Poems and a selection of Rossell's Poems.

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Beckland, South Bridge, Harvest Church.

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

The sun is dark outside and the flowers are blooming.

His feelings about Mr. Fool's sleep are slightly different from those of the rest of the Tarot Society.

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 already quite old, even if they live much longer than most demigod of the same level, but also to the twilight years of their lives, at this time, they often choose to sleep and prolong their lives in a similar way. it works pretty well.

Therefore, Emlin has long been accustomed to and heard of this kind of thing, knowing that it is not equal to death, does not mean falling down, that if you find the right way, Mr. "fool" has a good chance of waking up.

He looked out of the window and said to himself:

"Mr. Fool is asleep, and the oracle of the ancestor is often disturbed, so it is obvious that he cannot help frequently."

After a brief silence, Emlin sighed silently:

"sure enough, in the end, you have to face it and bear it.

"this is the fate of the savior."

When it comes to the word "savior", Emlin smiled clearly, with a hint of self-deprecation.

He immediately repeated it in his heart:

"I'm on my own."

As soon as the idea flashed, Father Utravsky's voice sounded behind Emlin:

"it's time to go."

Emlin looked back and saw the priest in the brown priest's robe with a huge sword on his back.

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

Coupled with Father Utravsky's hill-like body, the sense of terror is like substance.

As an Earl of kinship, Emlin returned to normal with only a little suffocation and nodded gently:

"good."

Today, they will leave for the southern continent to participate in the campaign to encircle and suppress the Rose School.

As soon as he gave an answer, Emlin suddenly remembered something and hurriedly added:

"wait another half a day."

He wants to gather most of the blood of Beckland to have a preliminary discussion about the drug company.

Bishop Utravsky asked nothing, nodded and said:

"come to me when you are ready."

Emlin watched Father Utravsky go into the depths of the church and turned to the blood clans who were going to follow him to the southern continent.

"tell all the clans in Beckland to come and there is one thing to discuss."

"Yes, your excellency." The blood clans responded respectfully.

When they split up, Emlin looked back at the altar and the emblem of life in front of the church-a simple pen baby surrounded by symbols such as wheat ears, flowers and springs.

This left Emlin in a sudden trance.

He doesn't quite remember when he spent less and less time in the bedroom, less and less time with the dolls, and even the hobby of studying history became more purposeful and utilitarian.

This kind of change does not take shape at once, but changes slowly and imperceptibly over a period of day and month, and by the time Emlin discovers that he has already adapted to the new life.

Emlin looked back, raised his chin slightly, smiled and shook his head:

"this is the fate of the savior."

Ask for a monthly ticket during the double period of PS1: ~.

PS2: recommended a book, Lin Hai's new book, I grew up reading his book, really, laugh. Title: the Fox of the restricted area.

He is a born shooter and never misremembers the direction of the goal.

He confronts the enemies on the court and against the world.

"I know, the goal is right there."

It's going to be on the shelves, so you can kill it.