In the South Continent, East Bailang, in a room next to a church in the dark, Leonard's consciousness returned to the real world.
He was silent for a few seconds, picked up the coffee that had turned a lot colder, and took a sip.
The bitter smell immediately filled his mouth, gradually awakening his mind.
Old man, what happened today?Finally, Leonard couldn't help but ask.
After a moment of silence, Palessoloasde replied with emotion:
The 'Error' fell.
Error...Leonard almost didn't react to the old man's mistake. Who existed?
The next second, he could not hide his shock and almost forgot to lower his voice and asked:
Amon?
This is the true god in the standard sense!
Um.Palessolo Yasde's voice seemed to be a little older than before, to be precise, Amon's main body fell.
Leonard had no time to distinguish the subtle meaning of the old man's words, and said incredible:
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 suddenly closed; they seemed to have forgotten something.
The latter is actually a situation that most people encounter in daily life, and it is not worth wondering at all.
Palessoloasde's tone became quiet:
He should have fallen in the ‘Source Castle’.
Inside the source castle?Leonard was startled.
The place where he attended the party just now is inside the Source Fort!
A god battle just broke out there?Amon actually invaded the Source Fort?Leonard's thoughts were filled with thoughts and his expression gradually became solemn:
Old man, Mr. ‘Follower’ was hurt because of this and had to choose to sleep?
Is He going to sleep?Palessolo Yasde asked a question.
He seemed not too surprised by this.
Leonard Yes, said:
He called us temporarily today for this purpose.
Palessoloaster silently for a few seconds:
His choice of sleep is indeed related to the previous divine war and Amon's infiltration, but not because of injury, but because of pollution.
pollute?Leonard blurted out in surprise.
When you reach the level of Mr. Fool, will you still encounter pollution that is difficult to remove?
Palessolo Yasde restored his previous tone of emotion:
All things have divine nature. Those who rely on divine nature to become stronger will never escape the shackles of divine nature.
This is what you are, I am, and so is the "fool". Oh, maybe you shouldn't call him "fool" anymore. He is now equal to half of the "Mysterious Lord".
Lord of Mystery...Leonard does have a deeper understanding of the issue of spiritual imprints within extraordinary characteristics than demigods of the same level, but he still has many flaws in the knowledge that may involve higher levels of pollution caused by knowing. Even if he has heard the old man mention the term Lord of Mystery before, he still doesn't understand what it means.
However, he can currently confirm that Mr. Fool's person has surpassed the 0th sequence and is strong enough to kill a true god based on Mr. Fool's speech at the party and the old man's words just now.
Leonard rationally didn't ask, and his voice turned around the topic in a low voice:
Old man, why did Klein sleep too?
Is there any way you can wake him up as soon as possible?
Palessoloasde's tone was a bit weird:
How could I, an old and weak angel, know about such a divine level?
As for awakening, there is no better way for even the "fool" to do, let alone 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 you can 'steal' other people's talents?
Palessolo Yasde sneered:
The word talent is vaguely defined and unclearly classified, and cannot be 'stealed'.
However, if you exchange it for talent, there is a way.
……never mind.In the end, Leonard still couldn't steal other people's talents to help him solve difficult things.
Palessolo Yasde added with a smile:
If you can't accept this method, you can find someone who has the kind of talent you want but is very poor to make a deal and give him the money he desires in exchange for the corresponding talent.
This is a bit like a devil... Leonard commented pertinently.
Palessoloaster laughed:
There is another simpler way, which is to spend money 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.
Palessoloyasde oh:
You didn't expect it to be so simple?
I thought you had ruled out this option before asking me.
Leonard didn't care about the old man's ridicule. He thought about it seriously and felt that this method was indeed feasible.
However, he soon felt a little guilty and uneasy, and felt like he was escaping 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 towards the door.
where you go?Palessoloaster asked in surprise.
Leonard frowned slightly and said with a firm expression:
Go to a nearby bookstore to buy some poetry collections.
Since he was promoted to Nightmare, he gave up the poetry collections he bought in the past, so that they exist more as decorations; when he became a spirit witch, he began to let some of the collected spiritual collections read the poetry collections in order to recite them in battle, create extraordinary effects, and cooperate with himself.
Therefore, when he came to the Southern Continent, he did not bring a collection of poems at all, and he only remembered a few of the poems he used in the past.
Unexpectedly, after becoming a senior deacon, he had to revisit the poetry collection... Leonard sighed secretly, his pace becoming more and more firm.
Palessolo Yasde had never expected that Leonard's next plan was to buy a collection of poems. After a while, he asked tentatively:
Is this the command of the 'fool'?
Yes, promote the corresponding legendary story.Leonard answered briefly while opening the door.
Palessolo Yasde was silent again, and then said:
In addition to writing poetry, you have to pay more attention to the encirclement and suppression of the Rose School.
Leonard finished the stairs and entered the street, looked at the pedestrians coming and going, and nodded slightly:
Um.
At this moment, when he walked towards the bookstore, he seemed to have returned to Tingen, back to the years when he was still a midnight poet.
At that time, he was walking on the bustling streets like this, preparing to buy a book called "Ruen's Early Classical Poems" and a book called "Selected Poems of Roucel".
…………
Beckland, Bridge South District, Harvest Church.
Emlin White regained consciousness and found himself standing in front of a window.
The sun outside is already dim and the flowers and plants are flourishing.
Regarding Mr. Fool's sleep, his feelings were slightly different from the rest of the Tarot Club members.
That is to be heavy, sigh, sad, and confused, and with certainty that there will probably be a good result.
Within the blood clan, some marquis and earls are already quite old. Even if they have a much longer life life than most demigods of the same level, they are still in their twilight years. At this time, they often choose to sleep and use similar methods to extend their lifespan, which is quite effective.
Therefore, Emlin had long been used to and heard too much about sleeping. He knew that it did not mean death or death. He believed that if he found the right solution, Mr. Fool had a great probability of waking up.
He looked at the scenery outside the window and said to himself:
Mr. ‘Follower’ fell asleep, and the oracle of the ancestor was often disturbed, so he obviously could not provide help frequently...
After a brief silence, Emlin sighed silently:
Sure enough, in the end, I need to face it myself and carry it.
This is the fate of the Savior.
When talking about the word Savior, Emlin smiled clearly, with a little self-deprecating meaning.
He immediately repeated it in his mind:
I can only rely on myself.
Just as this thought flashed, Father Utlavsky's voice sounded behind Emlin:
It's time to go.
Emlin turned around and saw a priest wearing a brown priest robe carrying a giant sword on his back.
The length of the giant sword exceeded Emlin's height and was close to his waist.
With Father Utlavsky's body like hill, the terrifying sense of oppression seemed to be substance.
As the count of the blood clan, Emlin returned to normal after just a little suffocation, and nodded gently:
good.
Today, they will set out to the Southern Continent to participate in the encirclement and suppression of the Rose School.
As soon as he answered, Emlin suddenly remembered something and quickly said:
Wait for a long time.
He wants to summon most of Beckland's blood clans to discuss the matter of setting up a pharmaceutical company.
Bishop Utlavsky nodded and said:
Come to see me when you're ready.
After watching Father Utlavsky walk into the depths of the church, Emlin turned to the blood tribes who were about to follow him to the southern continent:
Notify all the blood tribes in Beckland to come over and have something to discuss.
Yes, Lord Earl.Those blood clans responded respectfully.
When they took action separately, Emlin looked back at the altar and the symbol of life in front of the church. It was a simple baby surrounded by symbols such as wheat ears, flowers and springs.
This made Emlin suddenly feel dazed.
He no longer remembers when he stayed in the bedroom less and less time, and spent less and less time with those dolls. Even the hobby of studying history has become more purposeful and more utilitarian.
Such changes are not formed in a moment, but are slowly and undetectable changes through day by day and month. By the time Emlin discovered that he had already adapted to a new life.
Emlin withdrew his gaze, raised his chin slightly, and shook his head with a smile:
This is the fate of the Savior...
He was silent for a few seconds, picked up the coffee that had turned a lot colder, and took a sip.
The bitter smell immediately filled his mouth, gradually awakening his mind.
Old man, what happened today?Finally, Leonard couldn't help but ask.
After a moment of silence, Palessoloasde replied with emotion:
The 'Error' fell.
Error...Leonard almost didn't react to the old man's mistake. Who existed?
The next second, he could not hide his shock and almost forgot to lower his voice and asked:
Amon?
This is the true god in the standard sense!
Um.Palessolo Yasde's voice seemed to be a little older than before, to be precise, Amon's main body fell.
Leonard had no time to distinguish the subtle meaning of the old man's words, and said incredible:
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 suddenly closed; they seemed to have forgotten something.
The latter is actually a situation that most people encounter in daily life, and it is not worth wondering at all.
Palessoloasde's tone became quiet:
He should have fallen in the ‘Source Castle’.
Inside the source castle?Leonard was startled.
The place where he attended the party just now is inside the Source Fort!
A god battle just broke out there?Amon actually invaded the Source Fort?Leonard's thoughts were filled with thoughts and his expression gradually became solemn:
Old man, Mr. ‘Follower’ was hurt because of this and had to choose to sleep?
Is He going to sleep?Palessolo Yasde asked a question.
He seemed not too surprised by this.
Leonard Yes, said:
He called us temporarily today for this purpose.
Palessoloaster silently for a few seconds:
His choice of sleep is indeed related to the previous divine war and Amon's infiltration, but not because of injury, but because of pollution.
pollute?Leonard blurted out in surprise.
When you reach the level of Mr. Fool, will you still encounter pollution that is difficult to remove?
Palessolo Yasde restored his previous tone of emotion:
All things have divine nature. Those who rely on divine nature to become stronger will never escape the shackles of divine nature.
This is what you are, I am, and so is the "fool". Oh, maybe you shouldn't call him "fool" anymore. He is now equal to half of the "Mysterious Lord".
Lord of Mystery...Leonard does have a deeper understanding of the issue of spiritual imprints within extraordinary characteristics than demigods of the same level, but he still has many flaws in the knowledge that may involve higher levels of pollution caused by knowing. Even if he has heard the old man mention the term Lord of Mystery before, he still doesn't understand what it means.
However, he can currently confirm that Mr. Fool's person has surpassed the 0th sequence and is strong enough to kill a true god based on Mr. Fool's speech at the party and the old man's words just now.
Leonard rationally didn't ask, and his voice turned around the topic in a low voice:
Old man, why did Klein sleep too?
Is there any way you can wake him up as soon as possible?
Palessoloasde's tone was a bit weird:
How could I, an old and weak angel, know about such a divine level?
As for awakening, there is no better way for even the "fool" to do, let alone 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 you can 'steal' other people's talents?
Palessolo Yasde sneered:
The word talent is vaguely defined and unclearly classified, and cannot be 'stealed'.
However, if you exchange it for talent, there is a way.
……never mind.In the end, Leonard still couldn't steal other people's talents to help him solve difficult things.
Palessolo Yasde added with a smile:
If you can't accept this method, you can find someone who has the kind of talent you want but is very poor to make a deal and give him the money he desires in exchange for the corresponding talent.
This is a bit like a devil... Leonard commented pertinently.
Palessoloaster laughed:
There is another simpler way, which is to spend money 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.
Palessoloyasde oh:
You didn't expect it to be so simple?
I thought you had ruled out this option before asking me.
Leonard didn't care about the old man's ridicule. He thought about it seriously and felt that this method was indeed feasible.
However, he soon felt a little guilty and uneasy, and felt like he was escaping 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 towards the door.
where you go?Palessoloaster asked in surprise.
Leonard frowned slightly and said with a firm expression:
Go to a nearby bookstore to buy some poetry collections.
Since he was promoted to Nightmare, he gave up the poetry collections he bought in the past, so that they exist more as decorations; when he became a spirit witch, he began to let some of the collected spiritual collections read the poetry collections in order to recite them in battle, create extraordinary effects, and cooperate with himself.
Therefore, when he came to the Southern Continent, he did not bring a collection of poems at all, and he only remembered a few of the poems he used in the past.
Unexpectedly, after becoming a senior deacon, he had to revisit the poetry collection... Leonard sighed secretly, his pace becoming more and more firm.
Palessolo Yasde had never expected that Leonard's next plan was to buy a collection of poems. After a while, he asked tentatively:
Is this the command of the 'fool'?
Yes, promote the corresponding legendary story.Leonard answered briefly while opening the door.
Palessolo Yasde was silent again, and then said:
In addition to writing poetry, you have to pay more attention to the encirclement and suppression of the Rose School.
Leonard finished the stairs and entered the street, looked at the pedestrians coming and going, and nodded slightly:
Um.
At this moment, when he walked towards the bookstore, he seemed to have returned to Tingen, back to the years when he was still a midnight poet.
At that time, he was walking on the bustling streets like this, preparing to buy a book called "Ruen's Early Classical Poems" and a book called "Selected Poems of Roucel".
…………
Beckland, Bridge South District, Harvest Church.
Emlin White regained consciousness and found himself standing in front of a window.
The sun outside is already dim and the flowers and plants are flourishing.
Regarding Mr. Fool's sleep, his feelings were slightly different from the rest of the Tarot Club members.
That is to be heavy, sigh, sad, and confused, and with certainty that there will probably be a good result.
Within the blood clan, some marquis and earls are already quite old. Even if they have a much longer life life than most demigods of the same level, they are still in their twilight years. At this time, they often choose to sleep and use similar methods to extend their lifespan, which is quite effective.
Therefore, Emlin had long been used to and heard too much about sleeping. He knew that it did not mean death or death. He believed that if he found the right solution, Mr. Fool had a great probability of waking up.
He looked at the scenery outside the window and said to himself:
Mr. ‘Follower’ fell asleep, and the oracle of the ancestor was often disturbed, so he obviously could not provide help frequently...
After a brief silence, Emlin sighed silently:
Sure enough, in the end, I need to face it myself and carry it.
This is the fate of the Savior.
When talking about the word Savior, Emlin smiled clearly, with a little self-deprecating meaning.
He immediately repeated it in his mind:
I can only rely on myself.
Just as this thought flashed, Father Utlavsky's voice sounded behind Emlin:
It's time to go.
Emlin turned around and saw a priest wearing a brown priest robe carrying a giant sword on his back.
The length of the giant sword exceeded Emlin's height and was close to his waist.
With Father Utlavsky's body like hill, the terrifying sense of oppression seemed to be substance.
As the count of the blood clan, Emlin returned to normal after just a little suffocation, and nodded gently:
good.
Today, they will set out to the Southern Continent to participate in the encirclement and suppression of the Rose School.
As soon as he answered, Emlin suddenly remembered something and quickly said:
Wait for a long time.
He wants to summon most of Beckland's blood clans to discuss the matter of setting up a pharmaceutical company.
Bishop Utlavsky nodded and said:
Come to see me when you're ready.
After watching Father Utlavsky walk into the depths of the church, Emlin turned to the blood tribes who were about to follow him to the southern continent:
Notify all the blood tribes in Beckland to come over and have something to discuss.
Yes, Lord Earl.Those blood clans responded respectfully.
When they took action separately, Emlin looked back at the altar and the symbol of life in front of the church. It was a simple baby surrounded by symbols such as wheat ears, flowers and springs.
This made Emlin suddenly feel dazed.
He no longer remembers when he stayed in the bedroom less and less time, and spent less and less time with those dolls. Even the hobby of studying history has become more purposeful and more utilitarian.
Such changes are not formed in a moment, but are slowly and undetectable changes through day by day and month. By the time Emlin discovered that he had already adapted to a new life.
Emlin withdrew his gaze, raised his chin slightly, and shook his head with a smile:
This is the fate of the Savior...
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