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.

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

like a 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

the residents in town have low socioeconomic status. Be it speaking or acting, they’re more inclined towards being vulgar… I can’t make a mistake during the acting and become set back by

one “Klein,” who maintained his previous state, preparing to be on Sefirah Castle

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

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

“stage” he had

signs of human activity, only

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

that, Klein raised his

area became extremely flat. The surrounding forest also

wood. The highest wasn’t more than four stories high. The style was closer to the Loen

hall, a small hospital, a candy factory, a water plant, a gas company, a steam

square in the middle of the town, a pointed-tip

it was in line

harbor.” Klein didn’t stop as

Pa!

fingers again,

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

town to have convenient transportation.”

his right hand

road and a cargo rail instantly appeared between the town and the

by sea. The town

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

cathedral’s door was open, and it was

were a 30-year-old gentleman in a formal suit with a tie, an ordinary-looking and gentle-looking woman, and

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

the lady to lean on him, he reached out his right

was skipping about, appearing

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

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

constantly came out of the Evernight cathedral. They either turned to different streets

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

Cathedral finally fell silent. However, there were rats, cockroaches, moths, ants, flies, and mosquitoes creeping

the cathedral 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 played a seven-string guitar, and others smiled

and a trench coat and carrying a cane left the municipal square.