Volume 7 The Inverted Man Chapter 39 Yesterday is No Longer Yesterday
South Continent, East Byron, inside a room next to a certain dark church, Leonard’s consciousness returned to the real world.
After a few seconds of silence, he picked up the coffee in front of him, which had become quite cold, and gently took a sip.
The bitter flavor swirled around and filled his mouth, causing his mind to gradually clear up.
”Old man, what exactly happened today?” Finally, Leonard couldn’t hold back and took the initiative to ask.
After a moment of silence, Palles Zoroaster replied with emotion:
”‘Error’ fell.”
”Error”…… Leonard almost didn’t react to which existence the old man was referring to as “Error”.
In the next second, he couldn’t hide his shock and almost forgot to lower his voice as he asked:
”Amon?”
This was a true god in the standard sense!
”Uh-huh.” Palles Zoroaster’s voice seemed to have aged a bit more than before, “To be precise, it’s Amon’s main body that has fallen.”
Leonard didn’t have the heart to discern the meaning of the nuances of the old man’s words and spoke in disbelief:
”This, how could there be no signs of this at all?”
The anomalies before and after the fall of the God of War in the beginning, he witnessed it with his own eyes, knowing that it was a change that rippled through the entire world, and directly brought about many terrifying monsters and dangerous zones.
And just now, the only two anomalies were:
The sudden tightening of doors and windows; and the fact that one seemed to have forgotten something.
The latter was in fact a situation that most people encountered in their daily lives, and was not at all to be wondered at.
Palles Zoroaster’s tone lowered:
”k should have fallen within the ‘Source Castle’.”
”Inside the ‘Source Castle’?” Leonard was startled.
The place where he had just attended the party was inside the ‘Source Castle’!
A divine battle had just broken out there? Amon had invaded the Fortress of Origin? Leonard’s expression gradually became gloomy as his thoughts were in turmoil:
”Old man, is that why Mr. Fool was injured and had to choose to sleep?”
”k is going to be dormant?” Parleys Zoroaster asked rhetorically.
K didn’t seem too surprised by this.
Leonard let out a “hmm”:
”k summoned us today on short notice for this very thing.”
Parleys Zoroaster said after a few seconds of silence:
”It’s true that k’s choice to fall asleep was related to the previous divine battle, and Amon’s infiltration, but it wasn’t because of an injury, but rather an encounter with contamination.”
”Contamination?” Leonard asked offhandedly, rather taken aback.
At Mr. Fool’s level, he would still encounter contamination that was hard to get rid of?
Palles Zoroaster resumed his previous emotional tone:
”Everything has divinity, and those who rely on divinity to become strong can never escape the boundaries of divinity.”
”This is true for you, this is true for me, and this is true for the ‘Fool’… heh, maybe we shouldn’t call K ‘Fool’ anymore, K is now equal to half of the ‘Lord of Secrecy ‘.”
”The Lord of Secrecy”…… On the issue of spiritual imprints within extraordinary characteristics, Leonard did know more than demigods of the same level, but he still had quite a few flaws in knowledge that might involve higher levels that might bring contamination just by knowing, even if he had already heard the Even though the old man had mentioned the term “Lord of Secrecy” before, he still didn’t understand what it actually stood for.
However, based on Mr. Fool’s words during the party and the old man’s words just now, he was able to determine that Mr. Fool’s status had already exceeded Sequence 0, and his strength was enough to kill a True God.
Leonard rationally did not pursue the question, and changed the topic in a low voice:
”Old man, why did Klein also follow the slumber?”
”Do you have a way to wake him up as soon as possible?”
Palles Zoroaster’s tone took on a bit of eccentricity:
”How could I, an old and weak angel, possibly know about such divine level matters?”
”As for awakening, even the ‘Fool’ doesn’t have a better way, let alone me?”
Leonard was briefly silent, picking up his coffee cup and taking another sip.
After a while, he asked hesitantly:
”Old man, is there any way you can ‘steal’ someone’s talent?”
Palles Zoroaster snorted:
”Talent is too vaguely defined and categorized a word to ‘steal’.”
”However, if you replace it with talent, there is a way.”
”…… Forget it.” Leonard ultimately couldn’t do the thing of ‘stealing’ someone else’s talent to help himself out of a difficult situation.
Palles Zoroaster added with a smile:
”If you can’t accept this way, then you can find someone who has the kind of talent you want, but is very poor, and make a deal, giving him the money he craves in exchange for the corresponding talent.”
”It’s kind of like the devil ……,” Leonard commented pertinently.
Palles Zoroaster grinned:
”There’s a simpler way, and that’s to spend money to hire someone with talent to help you solve the corresponding difficulties.”
”…… Old man, why didn’t you say so earlier?” Leonard saw a ray of hope at once.
Palles Zoroaster “heh” a sound:
”You didn’t think of such a simple one?”
”I thought you had already ruled out that option before you came to question me.”
Leonard didn’t bother to pay attention to the old man’s mockery, and after thinking about it seriously, he felt that this option was indeed feasible.
However, he quickly had a bit of guilt and uneasiness, a feeling that he was avoiding his responsibility.
In this matter, it is still necessary to personally do something …… In addition to hiring someone to write poetry, I have to write some myself …… Thinking of this, Leonard stood up violently and walked towards the door.
”Where are you going?” Palles Zoroaster asked, slightly surprised.
Leonard frowned slightly and said with a firm expression:
”To the nearby bookstore to buy some poetry books.”
Ever since he was promoted to “Nightmare”, he gave up the poetry books he bought in the past, letting them exist more as decorations; when he became a “Spirit Wizard”, he began to let some of the spirits he collected with the right abilities read the poetry books, so that he could recite them during battles, creating extraordinary effects that would complement himself. To match himself.
Therefore, when he came to the Southern Continent, he didn’t bring a book of poems with him at all, and he only remembered a few commonly used ones from the past.
I didn t expect that after becoming a senior deacon, he would have to revisit the book of poems …… Leonard secretly sighed, and his pace became more and more determined.
Palles Zoroaster completely didn’t expect Leonard’s next plan to be to buy a book of poems, and only after a while did he tentatively ask:
”Is this at the behest of the ‘Fool’?”
”Yes, to proclaim the appropriate legends.” Leonard replied simply as he opened the door and exited.
Palles Zoroaster was silent once more before saying:
”On top of writing poetry, you’ll have to pay more attention to the siege of the Rose School.”
Leonard nodded softly as he finished the stairs and entered the street, looking at the pedestrians coming and going:
”Hmm.”
At this moment, walking towards the bookstore, he seemed to have returned to Tingen, back to the time when he was still a “Midnight Poet”. At that time, he was also walking in the bustling street, ready to buy a book of Ruane’s early classical poetry and a book of Rossel’s poetry.
……
Harvest Church, Bridge South, Birkeland.
Emlyn White regained consciousness and found himself standing in front of a window.
Outside, the sun had dimmed and the flowers flourished.
His feelings about Mr. Fool’s slumber were slightly different from those of the rest of the Tarot Club.
That is, in the heavy, sigh, sadness, confusion, but also with a good result of certainty.
Within the Blood Clan, some of the Marquises and Earls were already quite old, even if they survived for a lot longer than most of the Demigods at the same level, they had reached the twilight of their lives, and at this time, they often chose to lie dormant and extend their lives in a similar way, and the results were all quite good.
Therefore, Emlin had long been accustomed to seeing and hearing about this kind of thing, and knew that it was not the same as passing away, not the same as falling, and thought that if he found the right way, Mr. “Fool” would have a good probability of waking up.
He looked out of the window and said to himself in his mind:
”Mr. ‘Fool’ is dormant, and the oracle of the Patriarchs is often disturbed, so it’s obvious that it can’t provide help frequently. ……”
After a short silence, Emlyn sighed silently:
”Indeed, at the end of the day, one needs to face and carry it on one’s own.”
”This is the destiny of the Savior.”
When he said the word “savior”, Emlyn laughed visibly, with a slight hint of self-deprecation.
He whirled around and repeated it in his mind:
”I can only rely on myself.”
No sooner had that thought flashed through his mind than Father Utravski’s voice sounded behind Emlyn:
”It’s time to go.”
Emlyn looked back and saw the priest in brown clerical robes carrying a huge sword on his back.
The giant sword was longer than Emlyn’s height and closer to his waist in width.
Combined with Father Utravski’s hill-like body, the horrifying sense of oppression was like substance.
As a Blood Count, Emlyn only slightly choked before recovering and gently nodded his head:
”Good.”
Today, they would set off to the southern continent to participate in the siege of the Rose School.
Having just made a reply, Emlyn suddenly remembered something and hastily added:
”Wait for another half a day.”
He wanted to gather the vast majority of the Blood Clan of Birkeland to initially discuss the matter of the drug company.
Bishop Utravski didn’t ask anything and nodded:
”Come find me when you’re ready.”
After seeing Father Utrafsky walk deeper into the church, Emlyn turned his head to those Bloods who would be following him to the southern continent and said:
”Notify all the Blood Clans who are in Berkland to come here, there is a matter that needs to be discussed.”
”Yes, Your Excellency the Count.” Those Blood Clans responded respectfully.
Waiting for them to split up and start their actions, Emlyn looked back at the altar and the Sacred Emblem of Life at the front of the church – a sketchy baby surrounded by symbols such as ears of wheat, flowers, and springs.
It sent Emlyn into a sudden trance.
He couldn’t quite remember when he had begun to spend less and less time in his bedroom, less and less time with the figures, and even the study of history as a hobby had become more purposeful, more utilitarian.
Such changes did not come all at once, but slowly, imperceptibly, day by day, month by month, and by the time Emlyn realized it, he had long since adapted to his new life.
Emlyn withdrew his gaze, lifted his chin slightly, and shook his head with a smile:
”Such is the destiny of a savior ……”