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.

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

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 fall into the abyss of

pay attention to a problem in the town’s operations. Although 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 the

wasn’t all. There was also one “Klein,” who maintained his previous state, preparing to be on Sefirah

real world and took out Creeping Hunger from the Historical

in the Berserk Sea but

was the “stage” he had chosen

place was isolated from the storms all year round. There were no signs of human activity, only a large forest

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

raised

flat. The surrounding forest also “receded”

form with stone and wood. The highest

hall, a small hospital, a candy factory, a water plant, a gas company, a steam locomotive station, parallel train

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

the Evernight Goddess, as it was in line with the background setting of

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

Pa!

snapped his fingers again, fulfilling

were two docks, five warehouses, a port hotel, a simple restaurant, a police station branch, a bar, a

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

hand and snapped his

and a cargo rail instantly appeared between

Klein’s plan, a portion of the harbor was prepared for visitors by sea. The town was mainly for outsiders from the Northern and Southern

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

door was open, and it was

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

Then, she smiled and reached

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

boy was skipping about, appearing

more they walked, the smoother they became as they walked through the

more people walked out of Saint Arianna Cathedral. They consisted of the police, repair workers, gas company employees, restaurant chefs,

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

this process, the number of people that came out had exceeded the limits of the cathedral’s capacity, but

silent. However, there were rats, cockroaches,

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

others looked for hawkers, while some played a seven-string guitar, and others smiled as they conversed with

trench coat and carrying a cane left the municipal square. He came to the other side