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

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

low socioeconomic status. Be it speaking or acting, they’re more inclined towards being vulgar… I can’t make a

There was also one “Klein,” who maintained his

the next second, Klein returned to the real world and took out Creeping Hunger from the Historical

located in the Berserk Sea but one

the “stage”

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 that there’s

raised his right hand and snapped

also

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

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

middle of the town, a

Goddess, as it was in line with

hope this island has a deep-sea harbor.” Klein didn’t stop as he made a

Pa!

fingers again,

kilometers away from the town, a small-scale harbor quickly took shape. There were two docks, five warehouses, a port hotel, a simple restaurant, a police station

harbor and town to have

raised his right hand

instantly appeared between the

of the harbor was prepared for visitors by sea. The town

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

door was open, and it was

a 30-year-old gentleman in a formal suit with a tie, an ordinary-looking

woman took a few steps with difficulty before stretching her neck. Then, she smiled and reached out her hands to hold

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

little boy was skipping about, appearing very

were a little rough at first, but the more they walked, the smoother they became as

more people walked out of Saint Arianna Cathedral. They consisted of the police, repair

the next hour, people constantly came out of the Evernight cathedral. They either turned to different streets and went to different places,

cathedral’s capacity, but there seemed to be no

of Saint Arianna Cathedral finally fell silent. However, there were rats,

colorful window at the top of the cathedral opened. White pigeons flew out and landed

to life completely. Some teased the pigeons, others looked for hawkers,

and a trench coat and carrying a cane left the municipal square. He came to the other side of the town and stopped in front of