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.

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

makeup artist, and all the actors… For this ritual, I’m really on the verge of

they’re more inclined towards being vulgar… I can’t make a mistake during the acting and become set back by my psychological barriers… Klein sighed silently as the avatars around him disintegrated into Worms of Spirit before he

wasn’t all. There was also one “Klein,” who maintained his

returned to the real world and took out Creeping Hunger

he “Teleported” to an island that was located in the Berserk Sea but one that clearly deviated from the safe

“stage” he had chosen

from the storms all year round. There were no signs of human

around and chose an open area. He pressed his right hand to his left chest and prayed sincerely, “I wish

as he said that, Klein raised his right hand

became extremely flat. The surrounding forest also “receded” greatly, providing

up from the ground. They took form with stone and wood. The highest wasn’t more than four stories high. The style was closer to the Loen

of an eye, residential buildings, a library, a police station, a telegraph office, a city hall, a small hospital, a candy factory, a water plant, a gas company, a steam locomotive station, parallel train tracks, and plantations outside the city took form.

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

the Evernight Goddess, as it was

harbor.” Klein didn’t

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fingers again,

shape. There were two docks, five warehouses, a port hotel, a simple restaurant, a police station

town to have convenient

hand and snapped

cargo rail instantly appeared between the town and the

prepared for visitors by sea. The

at the empty city with admiration, Klein pressed his top hat and “Teleported” to the

cathedral’s door was open,

They were a 30-year-old gentleman in a formal suit with a tie, an ordinary-looking and gentle-looking woman, and a child who was dressed

difficulty before stretching her neck. Then, she smiled and

face. As he allowed the lady

little boy was skipping

more they walked, the smoother they became as

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

people constantly came out of the Evernight cathedral. They either turned to different streets and went to different places, entering different houses, stopping at the square, or enjoying the pigeon-less

process, the number of people that came out had exceeded the limits of the cathedral’s capacity, but there seemed to be no

fifteen minutes, the entrance of Saint Arianna Cathedral finally fell silent. However, there were rats, cockroaches, moths,

opened. White pigeons flew out and landed

who had stayed there came to life completely. Some teased the pigeons, others looked for hawkers, while some

a cane left the municipal square. He came to the other side of the