The preliminary preparations for creating a secret doll town were quite boring and tedious, at least that was what Klein thought.

In a huge ancient palace, Klein sat on the high-back chair that belonged to The Fool, holding a fountain pen and writing the name, age, and fate of each secret doll on ordinary paper. At the same time, he let the "Spirit Worms" crawl out of his body and reorganize into one clone after another beside him.

Some of these Kleins sat on the ground, some occupied the twenty-one seats other than The Fool, and some materialized beds and lay down on them...

Then, they took different books from the pile of junk and read them carefully.

The books include but are not limited to:

How to Make Fine Wine

Train Dispatching

《Dessert Making Encyclopedia》

Self-cultivation of clergy

Manual for the Repair of Gas Wall Lamps, Gas Meters, and Various Household Machinery

Dixie Food

Port Management Practice

Legal Basis

Ladies Aesthetics Magazine...

These are the professional knowledge that different puppets need to master. Only in this way can they play their roles well and make every aspect of them real enough so that no problems will be exposed even when they have in-depth conversations and interactions with outsiders.

If it were just a matter of memorizing this knowledge, it would not be difficult for Klein, but he had to truly master it and be able to apply it. Moreover, he could not confuse the roles and let a burly and strong, low-paid switchman blurt out the moisturizing effect of a certain skin care product or the defects of a certain silk.

If such a situation occurred in a novel, drama, or opera, it might create a peculiar attraction, but if it were put into reality, it would be obviously distorted and not conducive to the advancement of the ceremony.

In order to avoid similar problems, Klein could only work harder in the early stages to make every character in the Secret Town real, full, and appropriate.

Fortunately, there weren't many people in a town who really needed to master the corresponding professional knowledge. Most residents were semi-illiterate or even illiterate, living on experience and in a muddle. For these characters, Klein had relatively little to learn, just like the workers who had simple training or no training before going on the assembly line.

After an unknown amount of time, Klein put down his pen, rubbed his forehead, and let out a long sigh.

He finally compiled the information of nearly five thousand residents of the Secret Doll Town, and the corresponding knowledge reserve was almost complete.

"It's like directing a huge movie. I'm the screenwriter, the lighting engineer, the prop master, the makeup artist, and all the actors... If I continue with this ritual, I'm really on the verge of losing control. If I'm not careful, I'll have a split personality and fall into the abyss of madness... Fortunately, I have a competent psychologist...

“Well, there is one thing we need to pay attention to when operating the Secret Doll Town: Although I am a polite and cultured gentleman, most of the residents in a town are from the lower class. Whether they speak or behave, they tend to be vulgar... I can’t act in a dignified manner, otherwise I won’t be able to break through the psychological barriers…” Klein sighed silently, and the clones around him disintegrated into “Spirit Bugs” and let the “Spirit Bugs” drill back into his body.

Of course, that’s not all. There is another “Klein” who remains in the same state as before, ready to take his turn at “Source Castle”.

The next second, Klein's real body returned to reality, took out "Creeping Hunger" from the historical pore and put it on.

Then he was "teleported" to an island located in the turbulent sea but obviously off the safe channel.

This was the "stage" he had chosen before.

——This place is isolated by storms all year round. There is no trace of human activity. There are only large tracts of forests and animals that depend on the forests.

Klein looked around, picked an open spot, pressed his right hand to his left chest, and prayed devoutly:

"I want a city here that's fit for 5,000 people."

As soon as he finished speaking, Klein raised his right hand and snapped his fingers.

Suddenly, this open area became extremely flat, and the surrounding forests also "retreated" a lot, providing a large number of trees, stones and soil.

Almost at the same time, buildings started to rise from the ground. They were a mixture of stone and wood, with the highest not exceeding four stories. Their style was similar to that of the Disi Bay in the Kingdom of Loen.

In the blink of an eye, residential houses, libraries, police stations, telegraph offices, municipal councils, small hospitals, candy factories, water plants, gas companies, steam train stations, parallel railway tracks and plantations outside the city were formed, and the streets were paved with cement or bricks.

Finally, next to the square in the center of the town, a spire church emerged from the ground and stood proudly.

This is the church belonging to the "Goddess of Night" because it has to fit in with the background setting of this city.

"I hope this island has a deep-water port." Klein did not stop and made a second wish for himself.

Bang!

He snapped his fingers again, fulfilling his wish.

About three kilometers away from the town, a small port was rapidly formed, with two docks, five warehouses, a port hotel, a simple restaurant, a police station, a bar, a lighthouse, and a naval camp stationed in the port...

"I hope that the port and town have convenient transportation." Klein made his third wish.

He then raised his right hand and snapped his fingers.

A cement road and a freight railway instantly appeared between the town and the port.

According to Klein's plan, the port part is prepared for visitors from the sea, and the town part is mainly for dealing with outsiders from the northern and southern continents.

Looking at the empty city with admiration, Klein lowered his hat and "teleported" directly to the side of the town square. He walked step by step into the church he named St. Arianna.

The door of the church was open and it was dark inside.

After an unknown amount of time, three figures appeared at the door. They were a gentleman in his thirties wearing a formal suit and a bow tie, a woman with an ordinary appearance and a gentle expression, and a child dressed like a little adult.

The woman took a few steps with some difficulty, stretched her neck, then smiled, stretched out her hands, and held the arm of the gentleman next to her.

The gentleman smiled faintly, allowed the lady to half lean on him, and stretched out his right hand to hold the little boy.

The little boy walked skippingly and looked very lively.

Their movements were a little awkward at first, but they became smoother as they went along, and they passed through the square peacefully.

After they left, more and more people came out of St. Arianna Church, including policemen, repairmen, gas company employees, restaurant chefs, gray-haired old men, and farmers in simple clothes...

In the next hour, a steady stream of people came out of the dark church. They turned to different streets, went to different places, entered different houses, or stayed in the square to enjoy the scenery without white pigeons.

During this process, the number of people coming out completely exceeded the church's capacity, but there seemed to be still people inside, as if it was connected to another city.

Nearly a quarter of an hour later, the entrance of St. Arianna Church finally returned to silence, but rats, cockroaches, moths, ants, flies, mosquitoes and other insects were hiding in other places.

Finally, a stained glass window high up in the church opened, and white doves flew out and landed in the center of the square.

Those who stayed here came completely alive, some teased the white pigeons, some looked for vendors, some played the lyre, and some talked to friends with smiles on their faces.

A man wearing a top hat, a windbreaker and carrying a cane and a revolver left the town square and walked to the other side of the town, where he stopped in front of a wooden sign.

He then took out his tools and wrote the name of the town on the wooden sign:

"Yanan".

After thinking for a while, the man "erased" "Yanan" and wrote a new name:

"Utopia".

…………

Backlund, in the luxurious villa of Count Hall's family.

"Alfred has boarded the passenger ship back to the Northern Continent?" Audrey did not hide her surprise.

It was already September 1352.

In the past six months or so, Audrey had not spent too much effort to get her father to give up the idea of ​​returning to East Chester County in the first half of the year. This was because cities such as Backlund and Conston were in urgent need of reconstruction, and the kingdom's political arena also needed to achieve a new balance. Earl Hall had too many things to deal with and was in no mood for a vacation.

Therefore, when Earl Hall was in trouble, Audrey only needed to take the initiative to mention that she was willing to stay in Backlund and return to Eastchester County in the second half of the year. Then, things would develop as expected and she would be praised.

The Psychological Alchemy Society did not urge them. Since then, the Psychological Alchemy Society has held three meetings, mainly to exchange their research results and various intelligence within their jurisdiction. Only Ms. Greedy asked twice for clues about the Psychic Dragon.

Frankly speaking, if Mr. Fool had not reminded Audrey to be careful of the "angry" rabbit and the easily forgettable president, she would definitely find the jury meeting very interesting and Mr. Rabbit very insightful. But now, she was as vigilant as ever.

"Yes, the passenger ship has left the port." Earl Hall smiled and nodded, "Once Alfred arrives in Backlund and completes the necessary social activities, we will return to East Chester County to hunt foxes."

Autumn is a good time for fox hunting.

Audrey said, “Hmm.”

"OK."

…………

As a major general of the army, Alfred did not follow the navy fleet to Disi Bay, but instead boarded a steam-sail hybrid passenger ship bound for Pritz Harbor with his adjutant and entourage.

After sailing for nearly two days, they encountered a storm in the violent sea.

As the ship was shaking violently, the sailor on the lookout tower saw a little light with the help of a telescope.

That came from a lighthouse.

PS1: I wrote three plans in detail yesterday because I personally think the third plan is the most exciting, but with Xiao Ke’s personality, it is impossible for him to do it, so I can only give up with regret. So I have to write it out specifically for you to see, and there is also this method that is the most mysterious.

PS2: Ask for monthly tickets and recommendation tickets on Monday~