If we continue to accumulate little by little, it won't be long before we can respond to Moon City's prayers, cure their deformities, and create a remarkable miracle... In addition, we have also initially summarized the rules for Acting role of a " Miracle Invoker." If we continue step by step, it's only a matter of time before we can digest them, and we might even succeed by the end of this year... Klein turned his gaze away from the window, raised his left arm, Manipulation the Monster puppet on his hand, and teased the child opposite him.
This makes him look more like a wandering Magician.
If he wished, he could even use the " Staff of Life " or " Grafting " abilities to imbue the puppet with certain living characteristics.
While playing with the children, Klein's thoughts wandered, considering where the Marionette City needed for the advancement ceremony should be "built":
"For a city of Marionette to be born in a corresponding region of the Spirit World, it needs sufficient interaction. This means that placing it in the Forsaken Land of the Gods is not feasible. Not only is it sealed and cannot directly connect with the Spirit World, but it can only rely on a few special methods. Even without any problems, the lack of Wisdom life makes it difficult to have sufficient interaction..."
"Placing it on the Northern Continent or at sea requires extreme caution. It must not be revealed that this is a city of Marionette until the ritual is nearly complete; otherwise, it will inevitably be subject to interference, sabotage, or even attacks from enemies such as Zaratul and Amon..."
"Yes, we must give the emergence of the Marionette City a sufficient reason, and ensure that there are no anomalies in its interactions with passing merchants and surrounding humans. Each Marionette should be a living, breathing person with its own past, present, and future, following its own Fate..."
"This means that the Marionette City will be highly complex, requiring the differentiation of numerous ' Worm of Spirit ' to manage it, which inherently carries the risk of spiraling out of control..."
"Couples should act like couples, those with unusual tastes should express their preferences, and those with perverted tastes should be hated... In this way, perhaps outsiders staying in the Marionette city will hear shameful sounds..."
I'm still just a child...
"This is a large-scale reality show, or a sophisticated version of 'playing house,' the kind that has to be able to fool the Spectator..."
While mentally complaining, Klein silently calculated whether he had enough Marionette.
He had traveled to and from the Forsaken Land of the Gods several times before, transforming a large number of Monster of all kinds, some of which did not necessarily have Beyonder Characteristic. He also consciously controlled a number of rats, cockroaches, mosquitoes, and flies in batches to make the other side of the Marionette City real enough.
My current resources are barely enough to support a small town, and a few more trips to the Forsaken Land of the Gods should be enough... Just as this thought flashed through Klein's mind, a scene suddenly appeared before his eyes:
At the top of the " Giant King's Court," bathed in the Twilight light, the open gate closed heavily and slowly.
It's as if an invisible hand is closing the entrance to the Forsaken Land of the Gods.
This... Klein's gaze darkened slightly, vaguely guessing that this scene meant the " True Creator " was about to reseal the Forsaken Land of the Gods.
This is the prophetic ability that comes from his Angel Spirituality intuition and premonition of danger:
That will happen in a few minutes or even seconds.
Has the " True Creator " captured Amon? Or has He already given up? Is He resealing the Forsaken Land of the Gods to prevent others from entering again? Isn't that a bit petty? Klein muttered to himself, feeling a little disappointed.
Of course, his Marionette are barely enough, and even if there are any missing parts, he can make up for them at sea.
Backlund, Queens Borough.
Audrey had just changed her clothes, dismissed the maids, and was about to go out when she saw her golden retriever Susie, walk in.
"Is something the matter? You should be taking a walk at this time?" As a seasoned " Spectator," Audrey immediately sensed something was amiss.
During this time, she was busy using several Foundation she could influence to help struggling workers, farmers, and disabled veterans so they could wait for new job opportunities or a new harvest from their fields, and she had much less interaction with Susie than usual.
Meanwhile, Audrey was also secretly guiding some people who wanted to do the same to Reorganization the various workers' associations in Backlund, trying to unite the power of the working class.
Her past experiences had taught her that relying on the kindness of the upper class was unreliable and unsustainable, and that an individual was insignificant and powerless against the government, nobles, and big merchants. Only by mobilizing a larger number of people and uniting them could a certain balance be achieved.
The Kingdom of Loen had workers' associations in various industries long ago, but the upper echelons of these associations were very easy to bribe, which ironically made them an effective weapon against ordinary workers.
Susie glanced at Audrey, her expression perfectly normal, but her mouth seemed to move uncontrollably, vibrating the air and emitting a deep male voice:
"Miss Audrey, I am Eric Drake, the president of the Psychology Alchemists. I would like to meet with you to discuss your appointment as a member of the Psychology Alchemists Council's council. I am in the nearby park."
After saying this, Susie let out a long sigh of relief and regained her original voice:
" Audrey, a strange guy is looking for you. I... I can't remember what he looks like. He... he directly placed what he wanted to say into my mental island!"
Audrey's pupils dilated slightly, then returned to normal, and she nodded, seemingly calmly.
Where in the park is he?
As she spoke, Audrey had quietly conjured up a virtual personality, which entered Susie's mental island through the Sea of Collective Subconscious to check whether there were any Distortion consciousness or cognitions from the outside world lurking there.
"I... I don't remember... I was taking a walk at the time," Susie said, trying to recall.
Then, she wagged her tail slightly and said:
"I don't think you should go; it's dangerous."
After confirming through the " Virtual Persona " that Susie had no other hidden dangers, Audrey breathed a barely perceptible sigh of relief and said:
"If we don't go, we'll be even more suspicious, and then danger will be just as inevitable, potentially even affecting the other people in the house."
Moreover, this is also an opportunity. As Mr. The Hanged Man said, since the Apocalypse is inevitable, all efforts and attempts that do not bring disaster are meaningful... Audrey added this to herself before turning to say:
I will protect myself.
" Susie, did anything else happen to you just now?"
Susie barked and said:
"No.
" Audrey, are you really going?"
"Yes," Audrey gave a definite answer.
"Then can you take me with you? Like before, in their eyes, I'm just a dog," Susie said, mustering her courage.
"No, no need. I'll be back soon. Trust me, I'll be blessed by the gods," Audrey replied with a faint smile.
Placate Susie down, she used her " Psychological Invisibility " ability to leave the luxury villa as if she were going out normally.
Once she was away, in a corner on the first floor, a servant who was cleaning suddenly lowered his head and uttered words he had never learned before in a very soft voice:
" The Fool That Doesn't Belong to This Era..."
Above the Gray Fog, inside the ancient palace.
The figure sitting in the " The Fool's " position naturally examined the newly formed prayer light and found that the "believer" was a complete stranger.
"The environment is consistent with Miss ' Justice's' home... It seems to be guided by a ' Virtual Persona ' that has invaded the mind island... Miss ' Justice ' is using this method to evade surveillance and seek protection..." The figure quickly made a judgment and then relayed the corresponding information to the main body.
A few seconds later, Klein entered the " Sefirah Castle," allowing the " Worm of Spirit " left behind to burrow back into his body.
"Miss ' Justice ' is increasingly displaying the demeanor of High-Sequence ' Spectator '..." Klein thought to himself, casting his gaze upon the deep red star representing " Justice ".
In the park with the lake.
As soon as Audrey entered, she saw a large carriage approaching, driven by an ordinary middle-aged man wearing an old top hat and a dark jacket.
However, in Audrey's eyes, the coachman did not exist at all, because he had no corresponding mental island or conscious activity.
In other words, the coachman is merely an illusion, a dummy; the horse itself is the true master of the carriage.
A few seconds later, the large carriage stopped in front of Audrey, and the door creaked open.
"Please come in." A deep male voice came from inside.
Audrey lifted her skirt slightly, boarded the carriage, and saw a gentleman sitting in a black wheelchair.
He had long, pale yellow eyebrows, his hair was neatly combed back, there were some wrinkles on his forehead, and his face was an unnaturally pale color.
"Mr. Delair? Aren't you dead?" Audrey recognized the man before her and appropriately expressed her surprise.
"For an ' Spectator,' death merely signifies the end of an identity. In other dramas, I still live on," the old-fashioned gentleman in his black wheelchair replied with a smile. "Besides being the former royal medical advisor and former principal of Backlund Medical College, I am also ' King of the Black Throne ' Barros Hopkins, the renowned hermit Eric Drake, and so on and so forth."
"Then how should I address you?" Audrey asked politely, glancing at the car door closing automatically out of the corner of her eye.
The old-fashioned gentleman stroked the wheels on either side of the seat and said:
You may call me Mr. Chairman, or you may continue to call me Mr. Delair.
He then pointed to the row of seats on the left side of the carriage:
"Please sit down. Let's go somewhere first, and then we can discuss your becoming a member of the Psychology Alchemists Council."
Audrey nodded slightly and sat down calmly.
She made no attempt to hide her gaze as she looked out the window, and was slightly taken aback to find that in the blink of an eye, the park had transformed into an unfamiliar city, a city shrouded in night.
The city is filled with magnificent buildings that exude an air of mystery and darkness, and gentlemen in top hats and trench coats and women in elaborate and somber dresses walk by.
Audrey's gaze swept across the scene and she saw a gentleman beside the carriage with short black hair on his face and sharp canine teeth showing in his mouth.
This is a Werewolf.
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