Lord of the Mysteries

The initial preparations for building a marionette town were rather boring and tedious. At the very least, Klein believed so.

In the ancient palace, Klein sat on the high-back chair belonging to The Fool, holding a fountain pen. There were ordinary pieces of paper with the name, age, and the fate of every marionette. As he made the Worms of Spirit emerge from his body, they formed avatars beside him.

Some Kleins sat on the ground, while others occupied the twenty-one seats other than The Fool’s. Some conjured beds and lay on them…

Then, they summoned different books from the junk pile and started reading them seriously.

The books included but were not limited to:

“How to Brew Wine”

“Train Dispatching”

“Desert Making Compendium”

“A Clergyman Prepares”

“Gas Wall Lamps, Gas Meters, and All Kinds of Family Machinery Repair”

“DESI-licacy”

“Harbor Management”

“Foundations of Law”

“Ladies Aesthetic” magazines…

These were specialist knowledge that different marionettes needed to grasp. Only by doing so would they be able to act their roles well, allowing him to be realistic in every aspect. Even if they were to engage in a deep conversation with outsiders, they wouldn’t expose any problems.

It wouldn’t be difficult for Klein if he just needed to simply memorize the knowledge, but he had to truly grasp and apply it. Furthermore, he couldn’t confuse his characters. He couldn’t let a burly and strong switchman with a low income be talking about the wonders of a particular particular skincare product, or which silk cloth was flawed.

If such a situation were to happen in novels, plays, and operas, it might create a strange attraction, but putting it in the real world was clearly uncanny and not beneficial to the advancement of the ritual.

To avoid such a problem, Klein could only work harder in the early stages. He hoped that every character in a marionette town would be real, whole, and appropriate.

Fortunately, there weren’t many people in a city who needed to deeply understand the corresponding specialist knowledge. Most of the residents were half-illiterate, or really illiterate. They relied on experience to live their lives that they repeated via motions. For these characters, the knowledge that Klein needed to grasp was relatively little, just like workers who had gone through simple training—or even without any training—to be sent to the assembly line.

After an unknown period of time, Klein put down his fountain pen and rubbed his temples, letting out a long sigh of relief.

finally written down the information about nearly five thousand residents in the marionette town, and his corresponding knowledge

super large-scale movie directed by a director, and with me being the scriptwriter. Same for the lighting engineer, the makeup artist, and all the actors… For this ritual, I’m really on the verge of losing control. If I’m not careful, my personality will dissociate and I’ll fall into

I’m a gentleman with manners, most of the residents in town have low socioeconomic status. Be it speaking or acting, they’re more inclined towards being vulgar… I can’t

all. There was also one “Klein,” who maintained his previous state,

world and took

island that was located in the Berserk Sea but one that clearly deviated from the

the “stage” he had

place was isolated from the storms all year round. There were no signs of human activity, only a large forest and animals that lived off

pressed his right hand to his left chest and prayed sincerely, “I wish that there’s a city suitable for

said that, Klein raised his right hand and snapped his

also “receded” greatly,

wood. The highest

police station, a telegraph office, a city hall, a small hospital, a candy factory, a water plant, a gas

the end, on the square in the middle of the town, a pointed-tip cathedral emerged from the ground and stood

a cathedral belonging to the Evernight Goddess, as it was in line

a deep-sea harbor.” Klein didn’t stop as he

Pa!

fingers

two docks, five warehouses, a port hotel, a simple restaurant, a police station branch, a bar,

and town to have convenient transportation.” Klein made a third

raised his right hand

rail instantly appeared between the town

a portion of the harbor was prepared for visitors by sea.

the empty city with admiration, Klein pressed his top hat and “Teleported” to the municipal square. He walked step by step into the cathedral named Saint Arianna

open, and it was

unknown period of time, three figures appeared at the door. They were a 30-year-old gentleman in a formal

difficulty before stretching her neck. Then, she smiled and reached

a faint smile on his face. As he allowed the lady to lean on him, he reached out his right hand and held the

boy was skipping

the more they walked, the

Saint Arianna Cathedral. They consisted of the police, repair workers,

the Evernight cathedral. They either turned to different streets and went to different places, entering different houses, stopping at the square, or enjoying the

but

Arianna Cathedral finally fell silent.

the cathedral opened. White pigeons flew

came to life completely. Some teased the pigeons, others looked for hawkers, while some played a seven-string guitar, and others smiled

and carrying a cane left the municipal square. He came to