In the southern continent, in the room next to the church of the night in East Bailang, 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 cooler, and took a sip gently.

The bitter taste quickly filled his mouth, and his mind gradually cleared up.

"Old man, what happened today?" Finally, Leonard couldn't hold back and asked on his own initiative.

After a moment of silence, Parles Zoroaster replied with emotion:

"The 'mistake' has fallen. ”

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

In the next second, he couldn't hide his astonishment, and almost forgot to lower his voice and asked:

"Amon?"

This is the true God in the standard sense of the word!

"Hmm. Parles Zoroaster's voice seemed to be a little older than before, "To be precise, Amon's main body has fallen. ”

Leonard didn't have the heart to discern the subtle meaning of the old man's words, and said in disbelief:

"This, how can there be no sign of this?"

He witnessed the anomaly 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 anomalies were:

The doors and windows suddenly closed, and he seemed to have forgotten something.

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

Parles Zoroaster's tone was low:

"He must have fallen within the 'Source Castle'. ”

Leonard was taken aback.

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

A divine war had just broken out there? Amon had actually invaded the "Source Fort"? Leonard's expression gradually became solemn as his thoughts froze:

"Old man, is it because of this that Mr. 'Fool' was injured and had to choose to sleep?"

"He's going to sleep?" asked Parles Zoroaster.

He didn't seem too surprised by that.

Leonard gave an "um":

"He has summoned us here today for this purpose. ”

Parles Zoroaster was silent for a few seconds and said:

"His choice to sleep was indeed related to the previous divine war, and to Amun's infiltration, but not because of injury, but because of pollution. ”

"Pollution?" Leonard blurted out, surprised.

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

Parles Zoroasd reverted to his previous emotional tone:

"All things have divinity, and those who rely on divinity to become stronger will never be able to escape the shackles of divinity.

"This, you are so, I am so, and so is the 'Fool', oh, maybe he should no longer be called 'Fool', He is now equal to half of the 'Lord of Mysteries'. ”

"Master of Mystery" ...... Leonard did know more about the spiritual imprint within the extraordinary characteristics than the demigods of the same level, but he still had a lot of flaws in the knowledge that might involve the contamination of the higher levels of knowledge, even if he had heard the old man mention the term "master of mysteries" before, he still didn't understand what it meant.

However, he was currently able to determine that Mr. Fool's personality had surpassed Sequence 0 and was strong enough to kill a true god based on Mr. Fool's speech at the meeting and the old man's words just now.

Leonard sensibly didn't ask, and changed the subject in a low voice:

"Old man, why does Crane sleep with him?

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

Parles Zoroaster's tone was a bit odd:

"How can I, an old and weak angel, know about such a god-level thing?

"As for awakening, even the 'fools' have no better way, let alone me?"

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

After a while, he hesitated and asked:

"Old man, do you have a way to 'steal' someone else's talent?"

Parles Zoroaster sneered:

"Talent is a vaguely defined word that can't be categorized and can't be 'stolen'.

"Still, if you swap it for talent, there's a way. ”

“...... Never mind. In the end, Leonard couldn't do anything to "steal" someone else's talent to help him solve his problems.

Parles 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 give him the money he desires in exchange for the corresponding talent. ”

"It's kind of like the devil's ......," Leonard said pertinently.

Parles Zoroasde laughed:

"There's an easier way to do that than to pay for talented people to help you with your problems. ”

“...... Why didn't you say it sooner, old man?" Leonard saw a glimmer of hope.

Parles Zoroaster snorted:

"You didn't even think of it that simple?

"I thought you had ruled out this option before you came to ask me. ”

Leonard didn't pay attention to the old man's ridicule, but thought about it seriously and felt that this solution was indeed feasible.

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

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

"Where are you going?" asked Parles Zoroaster, slightly surprised.

Leonard frowned slightly, and said with a firm expression:

"Go to the bookstore near you and buy some poetry books. ”

Ever since he was promoted to Nightmare, he had given up the poetry books he had bought in the past, allowing them to exist more as decorations, and when he became a "Spirit Witch", he began to have some of the spirits he had collected and have the right ability to read the poetry books so that they could be recited in battle, creating extraordinary effects, and matching with 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 poems in the past.

Unexpectedly, after becoming a senior deacon, he would have to revisit the poetry collection...... Leonard sighed to himself, his steps becoming more and more determined.

Parles Zoroaster didn't expect Leonard's next plan to buy a book of poems, and after a while, he asked tentatively:

"Is this the command of the 'fool'?"

"Yes, the corresponding legend. Leonard replied briefly as he opened the door and exited.

Parles Zoroaster was silent again, and then said:

"In addition to writing poetry, you also have to pay more attention to the encirclement and suppression of the Rose School. ”

Leonard walked up the stairs and into the street, looked at the pedestrians coming and going, and nodded lightly:

"Hmm. ”

At this moment, when he walked towards the bookstore, he seemed to be back in Tingen, back to the time when he was a "midnight poet". At that time, he was walking the bustling streets, preparing to buy a copy of "Rune's Early Classical Poetry" and a copy of "Selected Poems of Russell".

............

Bakerland, Bridge South District, Harvest Church.

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

Outside, the sun has dimmed, and flowers and plants are flourishing.

As for Mr. Fool's sleep, he felt a little differently from the rest of the Tarot Society.

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

Within the blood clan, some marquis and earls are already quite old, even if they have survived much longer than most demigods of the same level, and they have reached the twilight of their lives, at this time, they often choose to sleep and use similar methods to extend their lifespan, and the effect is quite good.

Therefore, Emlyn has long been accustomed to and heard about such a thing as sleep, knowing that it is not the same as death, not equal to falling, and thinking that if he finds the right way, Mr. "Fool" has a good chance of waking up.

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

"Mr. 'Fool' is asleep, and the oracle of the Ancestor is constantly disturbed, and it is obvious that he cannot help frequently......"

After a brief silence, Emlyn sighed silently:

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

This is the fate of the Messiah. ”

Emlin smiled visibly at the word "savior," with a hint of self-deprecation.

He then repeated in his mind:

"I'm on my own. ”

As soon as this thought flashed, the voice of Father Utravsky sounded behind Emlyn:

"It's time to go. ”

Emlyn looked back and saw the priest in a brown priest's robe with a greatsword on his back.

The greatsword was longer than Emlyn's height and nearly waist wide.

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

As a Blood Count, Emlyn only suffocated slightly and returned to normal, and bowed his head slightly:

"Good. ”

Today, they will set off for the Southern Continent to participate in the encirclement and suppression of the Rose School.

As soon as he answered, Emlyn suddenly remembered something, and hurriedly said:

"Wait another half day. ”

He was going to gather most of the Beckland Bloodline to discuss the matter of the pharmaceutical company.

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

"Ready to come to me. ”

After Emlin watched Father Utravsky walk into the depths of the church, he turned to the Bloods who were going to follow him to the Southern Continent:

"Inform all the Bloods in Beckland to come over, there's something to discuss. ”

"Yes, Lord Count. The Bloods responded respectfully.

When they had gone their separate ways, Emlyn looked back at the altar and emblem of life in front of the church—a stick figure baby surrounded by sheaf ears of wheat, flowers, and springs.

This caused Emlyn to suddenly be in a trance.

He didn't remember much of the time he had since spent less and less time in his bedroom, less and less time with the dolls, and even the hobby of studying history became more purposeful and utilitarian.

Such changes did not take shape all at once, but through the passage of days and months, slowly, imperceptibly, and by the time Emlyn found that he had already adapted to his 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: Ask for a commuter pass during the double period~

PS2: Recommend a book, Lin Hai's new book, I grew up reading his books, really, laugh. Title: The Fox of the Forbidden Zone

He was a natural goalscorer and never misremembered the direction of the goal.

He confronts the enemies on the field, and he confronts the world.

"I know, the goal is there. ”

It's about to hit the shelves, and it's ready to be slaughtered