In a room next to a church in the Evernight, in the Southern Continent of East Balam, 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, Pallez Zoroast replied with deep emotion:
"The ' Error ' has fallen."
" Error "... Leonard almost didn't realize which entity 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 God in the truest sense!
"Hmm." Pallez Zoroast's voice sounded older than usual. "To be precise, Amon's main body has perished."
Leonard, not bothering to discern the subtle nuances in the Old Man's words, spoke incredulously:
"How could there be no sign at all?"
He witnessed firsthand the anomalies before and after the God of Combat's fall, knowing that they were changes affecting the entire world and directly bringing many terrifying Monster 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.
Pallez Zoroast's tone turned somber:
"He must have perished inside the ' Sefirah Castle '."
Inside " Sefirah Castle," Leonard was startled.
The party he just attended was inside " Sefirah Castle "!
A divine war had just broken out there? Amon had actually infiltrated the " Sefirah 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?" Pallez Zoroast asked rhetorically.
He didn't seem too surprised by this.
Leonard grunted in agreement.
"He summoned us here today specifically for this matter."
Pallez Zoroast paused for a few seconds before saying:
"His choice to slumber was indeed related to the previous divine war and Amon's infiltration, but not because of injury, but because of corruption."
"Pollution?" Leonard blurted out, quite surprised.
Even someone at Mr. The Fool's level would encounter contamination that is inherently difficult to eradicate?
Pallez Zoroast 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 ' The Fool ' is like this too. Ah, perhaps we shouldn't call Him the ' The Fool ' anymore; He is now practically half a ' Lord of Mysteries.'"
" Lord of Mysteries "... Leonard does indeed understand the issue of the mental imprint within Beyonder Characteristic better than Demigod of the same level. However, he still has many shortcomings in knowledge that might involve higher levels and could be corrupted by knowledge. Even though he had heard the Old Man mention the term " Lord of Mysteries " before, he still didn't understand what it meant.
However, based on Mr. The Fool's words at the gathering and the Old Man's words just now, he can now determine that Mr. The Fool's status has surpassed Sequence 0 and his strength is sufficient 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 slumber?"
"Do you have any way to wake him up as soon as possible?"
Pallez Zoroast's tone took on a somewhat strange quality:
"How could I, an old and weak Angel, possibly know about such matters of the divine realm?"
"As for awakening, even the ' 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 ' Stealing ' someone else's talent?"
Pallez Zoroast scoffed:
The word "talent" is vaguely defined and unclearly categorized, so it cannot be " Stealing ".
"However, if we replace it with talent, then there's a way."
"... Never mind." Leonard ultimately couldn't bring himself to " Stealing " someone else's talent to solve his own problems.
Pallez Zoroast added with a smile:
"If you can't accept this approach, you can find someone who has the talent you desire but is extremely 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 Demon..." Leonard commented aptly.
Pallez Zoroast chuckled:
"There's an even simpler way: hire a talented person to help you solve the problem."
"... Old Man, why didn't you say so sooner?" Leonard suddenly saw a glimmer of hope.
Pallez Zoroast 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?" Pallez Zoroast asked, slightly surprised.
Leonard frowned slightly, his expression firm, and said:
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 Warlock," he began to use the collected spirit poetry collections with suitable abilities to recite in battle, creating extraordinary effects to complement himself.
Therefore, when he came to the Southern Continent, he didn't bring a single book of poems with him, and of those he had come from, he only remembered a few of the ones he used frequently.
Unexpectedly, even after becoming a senior deacon, he still had to revisit the poetry collection... Leonard sighed inwardly, his steps becoming increasingly firm.
Pallez Zoroast 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 ' The Fool's' order?"
"Yes, to promote the relevant legendary stories," Leonard replied simply as he Door Opening and left.
Pallez Zoroast fell silent once more before speaking:
"Besides writing poetry, you also need to pay more attention to the suppression of the Rose School of Thought."
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 along the bustling streets, intending to buy a copy of " Collection of Early Loen Classical Poetry " and a copy of " Selected Poems of Roselle."
Backlund, Bridge South Borough, 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. The Fool's slumber were slightly different from those of the other Tarot Club members.
That is, amidst the heaviness, sighs, sadness, and confusion, there is also a certainty that there will probably be a good outcome.
Within the Sanguine, some marquises and earls are already quite old. Even though their lifespan is much longer than that of most Demigod of the same level, they have reached the twilight of their lives. At this time, they often choose to slumber, 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. The Fool had a good chance of waking up.
He gazed at the scenery outside the window and murmured to himself:
"Mr. ' The Fool ' is in slumber, and the Progenitor oracles are frequently disturbed, clearly unable to provide help 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 in his mind again:
"I can only rely on myself now."
The thought had barely crossed his mind when Father Utravsky's voice rang out behind Emlyn:
"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 Sanguine Count, Emlyn recovered quickly from a slight bout of suffocation and nodded slightly.
"Good."
Today, they will depart for the Southern Continent to participate in the operation to annihilate the Rose School of Thought.
Having just answered, Emlyn suddenly remembered something and quickly added:
"Wait another half day."
He wanted to gather most of the Sanguine 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 Sanguine who would be following him to the Southern Continent and said:
"Notify all Sanguine in Backlund to come here; there's something we need to discuss."
"Yes, Your Excellency." The Sanguine responded respectfully.
Once they had gone their separate ways, Emlyn looked back at the altar and the Holy Emblem of Life in front of the church—a simple drawing of a baby surrounded by symbols such as ears of wheat, flowers, and springs.
This made Emlyn suddenly feel disoriented.
He couldn't quite remember when it started, but he began spending less and less time in his bedroom, less and less time with his Puppet, 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..."
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P. S. 2: I recommend a book, Lin Hai's new book. I grew up reading his books, really, haha. The title is: 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!