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

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

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 make a mistake during the acting and become set back by my psychological barriers… Klein sighed silently as

who maintained his previous state, preparing to be

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

located in the Berserk Sea but one that clearly

the “stage”

round. There were no signs of

hand to his left

Klein raised

area became extremely flat. The surrounding forest also

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 Kingdom’s

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,

the middle of the town, a pointed-tip cathedral

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

a deep-sea harbor.” Klein didn’t

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fingers

five warehouses, a port hotel, a simple restaurant, a police station branch,

the harbor and town to have convenient transportation.” Klein made a

hand

a cargo rail instantly

the harbor was prepared for visitors by sea. The town

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

cathedral’s door was open, and it

figures appeared at the door. They were a 30-year-old gentleman in a formal suit with a tie, an ordinary-looking

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

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

little boy was skipping about,

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

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

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

out had exceeded the limits of the cathedral’s capacity, but there seemed to be no end to the people, as though the interior was connected to

finally fell silent. However, there

the top of the cathedral opened. White pigeons flew

completely. Some teased the pigeons, others looked for

carrying a cane left the municipal square. He came to