If I continue to accumulate knowledge bit by bit, it won’t be long before I can respond to Yuecheng’s prayers, cure their deformities, and create a miracle of no small magnitude... In addition, I have also preliminarily summarized the rules for acting as a "miracle worker." If I continue to follow these steps, it will only be a matter of time before I can digest them. Maybe I will succeed this year... Klein withdrew his gaze from the window, raised his left arm, manipulated the monster puppet on his hand, and amused the child opposite him.

This makes him look more like a wandering magician.

If he wishes, he can even use the "Staff of Life" or "Grafting" power to give the puppet certain living characteristics.

While entertaining the child, Klein's thoughts wandered, considering where to "build" the Secret Doll City required for the Ascension Ceremony:

"If the Secret Doll City wants to be born in the corresponding area of ​​the spirit world, it needs enough interaction. This means that it cannot be placed in the God-forsaken Land. Not to mention that it is sealed there and cannot be directly connected to the spirit world. It can only rely on a little bit of special things. Even if there are no problems, it is difficult to have enough interaction in the absence of intelligent life...

"If you place it in the southern or northern continents or in the offshore colonies, you need to be careful. Before the ritual is nearly successful, you must not reveal that this is a secret puppet city. Otherwise, it will inevitably be interfered with, destroyed, or even attacked by enemies such as Zaratul and Amon...

"Well, we must give a sufficient reason for the emergence of the Secret Doll City, and there must be no abnormalities in the interactions with the merchants and people around. Each secret doll must be a living person, with his or her own past, present, and future, and follow his or her own destiny...

"This means that the Secret City will be highly complex and will require the differentiation of many 'Spirit Worms' to handle, which also carries the risk of losing control...

"Married people should act like married people, those with unusual hobbies should show their preferences, and perverts should be hated... In this way, strangers may hear shameful sounds when staying in the Secret City of Dolls...

“I was just a kid…

"This is a large-scale reality show, or an advanced version of 'Just Going Home', the kind that must be able to deceive the audience..."

Klein complained in his mind while silently calculating whether he had enough secret dolls.

He had traveled to and from the God-Forsaken Land several times before, transforming a large number of various monsters that may or may not have extraordinary characteristics. He also consciously controlled a lot of rats, cockroaches, mosquitoes and flies in batches, in order to make the other side of the Secret Doll City real enough.

My current savings can barely support a small city. A few more visits to the God-Forsaken Land 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 light of dusk, the open door closed heavily and slowly.

It was as if an invisible hand was closing the entrance to the God-forsaken Land.

This... Klein's eyes darkened slightly. He vaguely guessed that this scene meant that the "True Creator" was about to seal off the God-Forsaken Land again.

This is his prophetic ability brought by his angelic spiritual intuition and premonition of danger:

In a few minutes or seconds, something like that happens.

Did the True Creator capture Amon? Or has he given up? He re-sealed the God-Forsaken Land because he doesn't want anyone else to enter? Isn't this too stingy? Klein muttered a few words in his heart, feeling a little disappointed.

Of course, his secret dolls were barely enough, and even if there were any missing parts, he could make up for them at sea.

…………

Backlund, Queens.

Audrey had just changed her clothes, sent away many maids, and prepared to go out when she saw the big golden retriever Susie walk in.

"What's the matter? You should be taking a walk at this time?" As a veteran "audience", Audrey immediately noticed something was wrong.

During this time, she has been busy using several foundations where she has influence to help workers, farmers and disabled veterans in difficult circumstances so that they can wait until new job opportunities come or the fields produce a new season's output. Her communication with Susie has been much less than usual.

At the same time, Audrey was secretly guiding some people who wanted to do so to reorganize the various workers' associations in Backlund, trying to bring together the power of the grassroots workers.

Her previous 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 in front of the government, the nobility, and big businessmen. Only by arousing more people and uniting everyone could a certain balance be achieved.

——The Kingdom of Loen had workers' associations of different industries a long time ago, but the upper echelons of these associations were very easy to bribe, and instead became an effective weapon against ordinary workers.

Susie glanced at Audrey. Her expression was quite normal, but her mouth seemed out of control. She shook the air and uttered a deep male voice:

"Ms. Audrey, I'm Eric Drake, the president of the Psychological Alchemist Society. I would like to meet you to discuss your becoming a member of the Psychological Alchemist Society's jury. I'm in a nearby park."

After saying this, Susie breathed a sigh of relief and returned to her original voice:

"Audrey, there's a weird guy looking for you. I, I can't remember what he looks like. He, he directly put what he wanted to say into my mind island!"

Audrey's pupils slightly dilated, then returned to normal. She nodded calmly.

"Where is he in the park?"

As she spoke, Audrey had quietly created a virtual personality and entered Susie's island of mind through the ocean of collective subconsciousness to check whether there were any distortions of consciousness or cognition hidden there from the outside world.

"I, don't remember... I was taking a walk at the time." Susie said as she recalled.

Then, she shook her tail slightly and said:

"I don't think you should go, it's dangerous."

After confirming through the "virtual personality" that Susie had no other hidden dangers, Audrey exhaled imperceptibly and said:

"If I don't go, I will be more suspicious, and then danger will be inevitable, and it may even affect other people in this house."

Moreover, this is also an opportunity. Just like what Mr. Hanged Man said, since the end of the world is coming, all efforts and attempts to avoid disaster are meaningful... Audrey added in her mind and said:

“I will protect myself.

"Susie, did anything else happen to you just now?"

Susie woofed and said:

"No.

"Audrey, are you really going?"

"Yes." Audrey gave a definite answer.

"Then can you take me with you? Just like before, in their eyes, I'm just a dog." Susie said courageously.

"No, no need. I will be back soon. Believe me, I will be blessed by the gods." Audrey responded with a faint smile.

After comforting Susie, she used her ability of "psychological invisibility" and left the luxurious villa step by step as if she were going out normally.

When she was far away from here, a servant who was cleaning in the corner of the first floor suddenly lowered his head and uttered a few words in a very low voice that he had never learned:

"A fool who does not belong to this era..."

…………

Above the gray fog, inside the ancient palace.

The figure sitting in the position of "The Fool" naturally checked the newly formed prayer light spot and found that the "believer" was very unfamiliar.

"The environment is consistent with that of Miss Justice's home... It is suspected that she was guided by the 'virtual personality' that invaded the Mind Island... Miss Justice evaded surveillance in this way and prayed for protection..." The figure quickly made a judgment and then reported the corresponding situation to the main body.

A few seconds later, Klein entered the "Source Castle" and let the "Spirit Worms" left here drill back into his body.

“Miss Justice is becoming more and more like a high-sequence audience…” Klein praised secretly and cast his gaze towards the crimson star that represented Justice.

…………

In the park with the lake.

As soon as Audrey entered, she saw a large carriage coming. The driver was an ordinary middle-aged man wearing an old top hat and a dark jacket.

However, in Audrey's eyes, the driver did not exist at all, because he had no corresponding mental island and conscious activities.

In other words, the coachman is just an illusion, a dummy, and the horse itself is the dominant force in 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, got on the carriage, and saw a gentleman sitting in a black wheelchair.

He had long, light yellow eyebrows, his hair was combed neatly back, there were a few wrinkles on his forehead, and his face was abnormally pale.

"Mr. Dellau? Aren't you dead?" Audrey knew the man in front of her and expressed her surprise appropriately.

"For an 'audience', death only represents the end of an identity. In other plays, I am still alive." The old-fashioned gentleman sitting in a black wheelchair responded with a smile, "In addition to being the former royal medical advisor and former president of Backlund Medical College, I am also the 'King of the Black Seat' Barros Hopkins on the sea, the famous hermit Eric Drake, and so on and so forth."

"Then what should I call you?" Audrey asked politely as she watched the car door close automatically out of the corner of her eye.

The old-fashioned gentleman stroked the wheels on both sides of the seat and said:

"You can call me Mr. President, or you can continue to call me Mr. Dellaud."

He then pointed to the row of seats on the left side of the carriage:

"Please take a seat. Let's go somewhere first, and then we can discuss your becoming a member of the Psychological Alchemist Association's Council."

Audrey nodded slightly and sat down calmly.

She looked out the window without disguising anything, and was slightly surprised to find that in just a blink of an eye, the park had turned into a strange city, a city shrouded in night.

In the city stand magnificent buildings with a mysterious and dark feel, and walking around are gentlemen in top hats and windbreakers and women in complicated and gloomy dresses.

Audrey glanced around and saw a gentleman next to the carriage with short black hair on his face and sharp canine teeth in his mouth.

This is a werewolf.

PS: Ask for monthly ticket recommendation ticket on Monday~