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.

five thousand residents in the marionette town, and his corresponding

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

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 my psychological barriers… Klein sighed silently as the avatars around him disintegrated into Worms of Spirit before he got them

There was also one “Klein,” who maintained

world and took out

that was located in the Berserk Sea but

“stage” he had

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

hand to his left chest and prayed sincerely, “I wish that

that, Klein raised his right hand and

forest also “receded” greatly, providing large

the ground. They took form with stone and wood.

a candy factory, a water plant, a gas company, a steam locomotive station, parallel train tracks, and plantations outside the city took form. The streets were also paved with

the town, a pointed-tip cathedral emerged from the

the Evernight Goddess, as it was in line

harbor.” Klein didn’t

Pa!

snapped his fingers

took shape. There were two docks, five warehouses, a port hotel, a simple restaurant, a police station branch, a bar, a lighthouse, and a

for the harbor and town to have convenient transportation.” Klein

raised his right hand and

a cargo rail instantly appeared between the town and the

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

and “Teleported” to the municipal

open, and it was

at the door. 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

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

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

boy was skipping

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

consisted of the police, repair workers, gas company employees, restaurant chefs, white-haired old men, and

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 cathedral’s capacity, but there seemed to be

another fifteen minutes, the entrance of Saint Arianna Cathedral finally fell silent. However, there were rats, cockroaches, moths, ants, flies, and mosquitoes

at the top of the cathedral opened. White

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

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