In the southern continent, East Balam, in a room next to the Night Church, Leonard's consciousness returned to the real world.

He was silent for a few seconds, picked up the coffee in front of him which had become much colder, and took a sip.

The bitter taste immediately filled his mouth, gradually clearing his mind.

"Old man, what happened today?" Finally, Leonard couldn't help but asked.

After a moment of silence, Pales Zoroast replied with emotion:

"'Error' has fallen."

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

The next second, he could not hide his astonishment, and almost forgot to lower his voice and asked:

"Amon?"

This is the true God in the standard sense!

"Yes." Pales Zoroast's voice seemed older than before. "To be precise, Amon's main body fell."

Leonard didn't bother to understand the subtle meaning of the old man's words, and said in disbelief:

"How come there is no sign at all?"

He witnessed with his own eyes the abnormalities that occurred before and after the fall of the God of War. He knew that it was a change that affected the entire world and directly brought about many terrifying monsters and dangerous areas.

Just now, the only two exceptions were:

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

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

Pales Zoroast's tone lowered:

"He should have fallen in Sefirah Castle."

Inside Sefirah Castle? Leonard was startled.

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

A war between gods had just broken out there? Amon had actually invaded Sefirah Castle? Leonard's expression gradually became serious as his thoughts raced.

"Old man, is this why Mr. Fool was injured and had to fall into deep sleep?"

"Is He going to fall asleep?" Pallez Zoroast asked back.

He didn't seem too surprised by this.

Leonard said, “Hmm.”

"He summoned us today just for this matter."

Pales Zoroast was silent for a few seconds and said:

"His choice to sleep is indeed related to the previous war between gods and Amon's infiltration, but it is not because of injury, but because of contamination."

"Pollution?" Leonard asked in surprise.

At Mr. Fool’s level, would he still encounter pollution that is difficult to eliminate?

Pales Zoroast returned to his previous tone of emotion:

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

“You are like this, I am like this, and so is The Fool. Oh, maybe I shouldn’t call Him The Fool anymore. He is now half of the Lord of Mysteries.”

"Lord of the Mysteries"... Leonard did have a deeper understanding of the spiritual imprint within the Beyonder characteristics than the demigods of the same level, but he still had many deficiencies in the knowledge that might involve higher levels and might bring contamination. Even though he had heard the old man mention the term "Lord of the Mysteries" before, he still didn't understand what it meant.

However, based on what Mr. Fool said at the gathering and the old man’s words just now, he could determine that Mr. Fool’s status had surpassed Sequence 0 and was powerful enough to kill a true god.

Leonard wisely didn't ask any further questions, and changed the subject in a low voice:

"Old man, why is Klein also falling asleep?

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

Pales Zoroast's tone was a little strange:

"How can an old and weak angel like me know about this kind of spiritual matter?

"As for awakening him, even The Fool doesn't have a better way, let alone me?"

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

After a while, he asked hesitantly:

"Old man, do you have any way to 'steal' other people's talents?"

Pales Zoroast sneered:

"Talent is a word that is vague and hard to categorize, and it cannot be 'stealed'.

"But if you turn it into talent, there is a way."

"...Forget it." Leonard ultimately couldn't bring himself to "steal" someone else's talent to help him solve his own problems.

Pales Zoroast added with a smile:

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

"It's a bit like the devil..." Leonard commented pertinently.

Pales Zoroast laughed and said:

"There is an even simpler way, which is to hire talented people to help you solve the corresponding difficulties."

"...Old man, why didn't you tell me earlier?" Leonard suddenly saw a ray of hope.

Pales Zoroast chuckled:

"You didn't even think of such a simple thing?

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

Leonard ignored the old man's ridicule, thought about it seriously, and felt that this method was indeed feasible.

However, he soon felt a little guilty and uneasy, as if he was shirking his responsibilities.

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

"Where are you going?" Pallez Zoroast asked in surprise.

Leonard frowned slightly and said with a firm expression:

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

Since he was promoted to "Nightmare", he gave up the poetry collections he bought in the past, making them more of a decoration; when he became a "Spirit Wizard", he began to let some of the collected spirits with suitable abilities read the poetry collections, so that they could be recited in battle, creating extraordinary effects and cooperating with him.

Therefore, when he came to the Southern Continent, he did not bring a collection of poems with him, and of those he had used in the past, he only remembered a few that he had often used.

I didn't expect that after becoming a senior deacon, I would have to review the poetry collection... Leonard sighed to himself and his steps became more determined.

Pales Zoroast had never expected that Leonard's next plan would be to buy a collection of poems. After a while, he asked tentatively:

"Is this the Fool's order?"

"Yes, to spread the corresponding legendary stories." Leonard answered simply as he opened the door and walked out.

Pales Zoroast was silent again, and then he said:

"In addition to writing poetry, you also need to pay more attention to the suppression of the Rose School."

Leonard walked down the stairs and entered the street. He looked at the people coming and going and nodded slightly.

"Um."

At this moment, as he walked towards the bookstore, he seemed to have returned to Tingen, back to the days when he was still a "midnight poet". At that time, he also walked on the bustling street, preparing to buy a collection of "Early Classical Poetry of Loen" and a collection of "Selected Poems of Roselle".

…………

Backlund, South Bridge, Harvest Church.

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

Outside the sun has faded and the flowers and plants are flourishing.

Regarding Mr. Fool's slumber, his feelings were slightly different from those of the other Tarot Club members.

That is, in addition to the heaviness, sighing, sadness and confusion, there is also the certainty that there will be a good result.

Within the blood clan, some marquises and earls are already quite old. Even if they have lived much longer than most demigods of the same level, they have reached the twilight of their lives. At this time, they often choose to sleep, using similar methods to prolong their lifespans, and the effects are quite good.

Therefore, Emlyn had long seen and heard about deep sleep, and knew that it did not mean death or fall. He believed that if the right method was found, Mr. Fool would have a good chance of waking up.

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

"Mr. Fool is in deep sleep, and the oracle of the First Ancestor is often disturbed. It is obvious that he cannot provide help frequently..."

After a brief silence, Emlyn sighed silently:

“Sure enough, in the end, you have to face it and bear it yourself.

“This is the fate of the savior.”

When Emlyn mentioned the word "savior", he smiled visibly, with a hint of self-mockery.

He immediately repeated it in his mind:

“I can only rely on myself.”

Just as this thought flashed through his mind, Father Utravsky's voice rang out from behind Emlyn:

"It's time to go."

Emlyn turned around and saw the priest in brown clerical robes carrying a huge sword on his back.

The length of the giant sword exceeded Emlyn's height, and its width was nearly his waist.

Coupled with Father Utravsky's mountain-like body, the terrifying sense of oppression seemed tangible.

As a vampire earl, Emlyn only choked for a moment before returning to normal and nodded slightly:

"good."

Today, they will set out for the southern continent to participate in the operation to encircle and suppress the Rose School.

Just as he answered, Emlyn suddenly remembered something and quickly said:

"Wait half a day longer."

He wanted to gather most of Backlund's vampires to have a preliminary discussion about the pharmaceutical company.

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

"Come to me when you're ready."

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

"Notify all the vampires in Backlund to come here. There is something we need to discuss."

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

When they split up and started to act, Emlyn looked back at the altar and the holy emblem of life in front of the church. It was a stick figure baby surrounded by symbols such as wheat ears, flowers and spring water.

This made Emlyn suddenly dazed.

He could not quite remember when it started, but he began to spend less and less time in his bedroom and with the dolls. Even his hobby of studying history became more purposeful and utilitarian.

This change did not take place all at once, but rather was achieved slowly, day by day, month by month, in an imperceptible process. By the time Emlyn noticed it, 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: Please give me monthly tickets during the double period~

PS2: I recommend a book, Lin Hai’s new book. I grew up reading his books, really. Haha. Book title: "Fox in the Forbidden Zone"

He was a natural shooter and never missed the target.

He fights against his enemies on the field and against the world.

“I know the goal is right there.”

It will be available soon. You can go and kill it.