MTL - Lord of the Mysteries-v6 Chapter 39 Yesterday no longer (double monthly ticket)

In the southern continent, East Byron, in a room beside a night church, Leonard's consciousness returned to the real world.

He remained silent for a few seconds, picked up a lot of cold coffee in front of him, and sipped gently.

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

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

After a while of silence, Palos Zoroastre replied with emotion:

"The" error "fell."

"Error" ... Leonard almost didn't respond to which of the "error" the old man said.

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

"Amon?"

This is the true **** in the standard sense!

"Well." Pales Zoroaster's voice seemed older than ever. "Accurately, Amon's subject fell."

Leonard had no intention to discern the meaning of the nuances of the old man's words, and could not believe it:

"Hey, why is there no sign at all?"

At the beginning of the anomaly before and after the fall of God of War, he witnessed with his own eyes, knowing 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 closed suddenly; they seemed to have forgotten something.

It is not surprising that the latter is a situation that most people encounter in daily life.

The voice of Paris Zoroastre dimmed:

"He should have fallen within the" Fortress "."

Inside "Yuanbao"? Leonard was startled.

The place where he just attended the party is inside the "Yuanbao"!

Where did a **** war just broke out? Amon actually invaded the "Yuanbao"? Leonard's thoughts were mixed, his expression gradually dimmed:

"Old man, Mr. Fool" was injured because of this, so he had to choose to sleep? "

"He's going to sleep?" Pales Zoroastre asked back.

He seemed not too surprised by this.

Leonard yelled:

"He called us here temporarily for this matter."

Paris Zoroaster silently said for a few seconds:

"His choice of sleep is indeed related to the previous battle and Amon's infiltration, but not because of injury but because of pollution."

"Pollution?" Leonard asked in surprise.

At the level of "Mr. Fool", will you still encounter pollution that is difficult to get rid of?

Paris Zoroastre regained his previous emotion:

"Everything has a divinity. Those who depend on the divinity to become stronger will never escape the shackles of the divinity.

"This, you are like this, I am like this, and the same is true of the" Fool ". Oh, maybe he should not be called" Fool "anymore. He is now equal to half of the" Secret Lord "."

"Secret Lord" ... Leonard does have a deeper understanding of the spiritual imprint in the extraordinary traits than the demigods of the same level, but he still has the knowledge that may involve higher levels and may bring pollution by knowing There are many flaws, even if I have heard the old man mention the term "Secret Lord", I still don't understand what it means.

However, according to the speech of Mr. "Fool" and the words of the old man just now, he can also confirm that the person of "Fool" has surpassed the sequence 0, and his strength is enough to kill a true god.

Leonard didn't question rationally, and turned the subject in a low voice:

"Old man, why did Klein also sleep?

"Are you able to wake him up as soon as possible?"

The tone of Paris Zoroastre is a little weird:

"How can I, an old and weak angel, know this kind of divine thing?

"As for the awakening, there is no better way for even the" Fool ", 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, do you have a way to" steal "the talents of others?"

Paris Soroyas chuckled:

"The term talent is ambiguously defined, unclearly classified, and cannot be stolen.

"However, if it is replaced with talent, there is a way."

"... Forget it." Leonard couldn't do anything to "steal" other people's talents to help him solve difficulties.

Paris Soroyas added with a smile:

"If you can't accept this way, you can find someone with the kind of talent you want, but a very poor person to make a deal, give him the money he desires in exchange for the corresponding talent.

"It's kind of like a devil ..." Leonard commented impartially.

Paroles Soroyas chuckled and said:

"There is an easier way, that is to spend money to hire talented people to help you solve the corresponding difficulties."

"... Old man, why didn't you say it early?" Leonard saw the dawn of hope.

Paris Soroyas de huh:

"Don't you think of it so simple?

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

Leonard didn't pay attention to the old man's sarcasm, and thought about it seriously, thinking that this method was indeed feasible.

However, he soon felt a little guilty and uneasy, feeling that he was evading responsibility.

In this matter, I still have to do something personally ... In addition to asking people to write poetry, I also have to write some ... Thinking of this, Leonard suddenly stood up and walked to the door.

"Where are you going?" Pales Zoroastre asked slightly surprised.

Leonard frowned slightly, and said firmly:

"Go to the bookstore nearby to buy some poems."

Since he was promoted to "Nightmare", he gave up the poetry collections he bought in the past and let them exist more as a decoration; when he became a "soul witch", he began to let the collected and partly suitable spirits read the poetry collections in order to fight in the battle Recite, create extraordinary effects, cooperate with yourself.

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

Unexpectedly, after becoming a senior deacon, I would like to relive the poetry ... Leonard secretly sighed, and his pace became more and more firm.

Paroles Zoroastre had no idea that Leonard ’s next plan was to buy a collection of poems, and he tentatively asked after a while:

"This is the command of the 'Fool'?"

"Yes, preach the corresponding legend." Leonard answered briefly, and opened the door.

Paris Sorosiasd was silent again, before saying:

"In addition to writing poems, you pay more attention to the encirclement and suppression of the Rose School."

Leonard walked up the stairs, entered the street, looked at the pedestrians, and nodded gently:

"Ok."

At this moment, as he walked to the bookstore, he seemed to have returned to Tingen again, back to the time when he was a "midnight poet". At that time, he also walked on the bustling street in this way, preparing to buy a copy of "Rune's Early Classical Poetry Collection" and a copy of "Rosell's Poems".

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Beckland, South Bridge, Harvest Church.

Emlin White regained consciousness and found herself standing in front of a window.

The sun was dark outside and the flowers were flourishing.

For Mr. "Fool" 's sleep, his feelings are slightly different from the rest of the Tarot members.

It was heavy, sighing, sad, and confused, with a certainty that there might be a good result.

Within the blood clan, some marquises and counts are quite old, even if they live much longer than most demigods at the same level, and in the twilight years of life. At this time, they often choose to sleep and extend their life in a similar way. , The effect is quite good.

Therefore, Emlin has long been accustomed to and listened to such things as Shenmian, knowing that it does not mean passing away, not equal to falling, thinking that if the right solution is found, Mr. "Fool" has a good probability to wake up.

Looking at the scenery outside the window, he said to himself:

"Mr. Fool" has fallen asleep, and the oracles of the ancestors are often disturbed again, and obviously cannot provide frequent help ... "

After a brief silence, Emlin sighed silently:

"Sure enough, at the end, you need to face yourself and carry it.

"This is the destiny of the savior."

Speaking of the word "savior", Emlin smiled obviously, with a hint of self-deprecation.

He immediately repeated it in his heart:

"Only myself."

Just after the idea flashed, the voice of Father Utravsky sounded behind Emlin:

"It's time to go."

Emlin turned around and saw a priest in a brown priest's robe carrying a giant sword on his back.

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

Combined with Father Utravsky's hill-like body, the horrible sense of oppression is like substance.

As Earl of Blood, Emlin returned to normal after only a little suffocation and nodded slightly:

"it is good."

Today, they will set off for the Southern Continent to participate in the action of the Encirclement and Suppression Rose School.

After answering, Emlin suddenly remembered something and said quickly:

"Wait another day."

He wanted to summon most of Beckland's blood, and discuss the matter of the drug company initially.

Bishop Utravsky nodded and nodded:

"Ready to come to me."

Emlin watched Father Utravsky walk into the depths of the church and turned to the blood races who were going to follow him to the southern continent:

"Notify all blood races in Beckland to come, there is one thing to discuss."

"Yes, Lord Earl." The blood race responded respectfully.

When they split up, Emlin turned to look at the altar and the symbol of life in front of the church-a stick-shaped baby surrounded by symbols such as wheat ears, flowers, and spring water.

This made Emlin suddenly be in a trance.

He doesn't remember when he started. He spent less and less time in the bedroom and less time with the puppets. Even the hobby of studying history became more purposeful and more utilitarian.

Such a change is not formed in a single step, but is slowly and imperceptibly changed from day to day, month and month. When Emlin discovered that he had adapted to a new life.

Emlin drew back his gaze, raised his chin slightly, and shook his head with a smile:

"This is the destiny of the savior ..."

PS1: Seeking monthly pass during double period ~

PS2: Recommend a book, Lin Hai's new book, I grew up reading his book, really, laugh. Title: "Fox in the Forbidden Area"

He is a natural shooter and has never missed the goal direction.

He confronted the enemies on the field and the world.

"I know, the goal is there."

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