"Input the information, and the system level will automatically complete the corresponding content. This can satisfy the acting method of the Master of Marionettes. With this, I can quickly digest the Master of Marionettes' potion."
The acting rules of the Master of Marionettes mainly focus on backstage manipulation and the marionette's persona. The audience's cheers are also important, as the spiritual feedback they provide can greatly promote potion digestion.
"However... if the simulation is realistic enough that even I think it's a person rather than a marionette, wouldn't that be another form of loss of control?"
Marionettes are dead objects manipulated by the Master of Marionettes. Without the Master of Marionettes, the marionettes will lose their spirituality. If the performance reaches the point of being indistinguishable from reality, to the point where even the Master of Marionettes cannot briefly tell whether it's a person or a marionette.
When this mistaken perception affects the marionette, treating it as a complete person, perhaps this marionette will completely come to life.
If the Master of Marionettes does not acknowledge the marionette as their private property, this spiritual illusion will lead to a digestion error for the Master of Marionettes, resulting in the extreme consequence of loss of control.
Marionettes coming to life... that's really telling ghost stories.
"So, no matter which pathway or sequence, digestion and acting both require caution."
The underlying rules of the mystical world are truly crazy and chaotic.
Tang planned to go to the theater later to pick one that was decent enough to make into his own marionette and give it to his father.
With remote control, even if his father left Tingen after losing his memory, Tang could still contact him.
Simply relying on the Bone Messenger, if his father didn't remember that part, it would be difficult for him to get a reply.
"Moreover, having an amnesiac Death Magistrate provide spiritual feedback can accelerate my digestion."
Angel level, even an amnesiac Angel, the sequence was still there.
Saying goodbye to Owen, Tang took a carriage and left the castle.
He didn't let the Traveler marionette travel with him, after all, there might still be Extraordinary individuals left behind to monitor nearby. If he needed to appear in public, he had better not expose the marionette.
The previous yellow mud water refining sugar method had achieved remarkable results. The white sugar produced was much better than the impure sugar on the market in terms of both appearance and quality. Opening up the market and waiting at home for gold pounds to roll in was just around the corner.
Tang's initial pricing for this kind of thing was in the mid-to-high market, but before selling, he had to build good relationships with some noble lords in Tingen.
After all, this would inevitably encroach on their interests. If he didn't want to assassinate those nobles who would definitely cause trouble, joining forces with some nobles and distributing profits was a necessary thing to do.
These noble lords could easily cause trouble, after all, their power was not small. A baron was the lowest of all noble titles, and they might not give up readily available benefits for a knight's honorary title—(which symbolized that it couldn't be inherited, and descendants could only obtain titles through other means, not direct inheritance).
"More terrifying than the office culture of my previous life... so which ordinary and unremarkable transmigrator thought that with their own intelligence, they could outwit those noble ladies after transmigrating to ancient times?"
However, even if cooperation was certain, the production method of white sugar naturally had to be firmly in his own hands. He had previously borrowed a batch of manpower from his father specifically for this matter.
"Looks like I still need to hire some Extraordinary individuals. Indeed, there are no Extraordinary guards in the castle." This was on the surface. In secret, there were low-sequence Extraordinary individuals in the guard, hired by his father or under the instructions of his maternal grandfather's family, belonging to the secret 'final' defense force of this territory.
Ah, of course, if the enemies easily thought that dealing with those secret Extraordinary individuals would allow them to rest easy... then good luck to them.
In the secret of the secret, there were still two mid-sequences, one Angel, a bunch of marionettes, and a man-eating theater :)
And reclaiming wasteland, planting fruit trees, and building workshops required a lot of manpower. His father's manpower was not enough. Tang came down intending to scout in the town.
The somewhat bumpy carriage made Tang close his eyes, but he couldn't rest well.
Soon, the relatively lively town appeared.
The serial killer who had appeared here before hadn't caused too much of a stir. Father Fidele was presiding over Mass, and twos and threes of believers sat in the small church, quietly listening to the priest reciting the Goddess's scriptures and praising the Goddess.
Tang walked in from the church door, looked at the Night's holy radiance in the church, and quietly walked to the last row to sit down.
His mother was a devout believer of the Goddess of the Night. The small church could be built also thanks to a contribution from Madam Boyanka.
"Extraordinary individuals of the Night Church?"
Tang scanned the believers present and made a decision in his heart.
This church was not very large. Even for Sunday Mass, not many believers participated.
After all, this was the 'countryside.' If one didn't work, the food for the next day might not be guaranteed. Even if the poor sometimes received aid from the lord and the church, they couldn't afford to spend a whole day at Mass.
At most, they would pray in their hearts while eating black bread, make the sign of the crimson moon on their chests, and praise the Goddess.
Therefore, those who could participate in Sunday Mass, if their families weren't short of food, then something must have happened for them to rest here temporarily.
Just like the motionless figure with its head lowered not far away.
That was the Church person who had come to 'visit' them at the castle before, and also the nightmare who had invaded his dreams before.
Mass ended, Tang stood up and walked forward, putting the prepared gold pounds into the donation box.
"Mr. Ramd."
Father Fidele greeted Tang warmly, his fingers pointing clockwise four times on his chest.
Tang pretended not to notice the nightmare beside him, also drew a crimson moon on his chest, and said to this devout believer of the Goddess, "Father Fidele, there are some things I would like your help with."
"What is it?" Father Fidele asked, "If it is something I can do, as a fellow believer of the Goddess, I would be happy to help you."
"I want to hire some people in the town." Tang pretended to be somewhat troubled, "There is a good business opportunity, but I lack some manpower and hope to get the help of people who are patient and diligent enough."
"Of course, regarding the remuneration, um, in addition to the original remuneration, I can provide two meals a day."
Generally speaking, the party providing work does not provide food, unless you are the other party's servant, butler, or guard, similar to such long-term employed professions where the work location is in the other party's mansion. Such professions not only provide salary but also generally provide room and board.
However, families that could afford these expenses would not hire ordinary people, and naturally, they wouldn't be like Tang, providing food and water due to a shortage of manpower.
After all, even those who worked hard every day were still starved to death, and there were not a few of them.
(End of this chapter)