Mystery: When the Lost Homelanders Meet the Lost Homeland Call

Lynn played music like Doraemon when he takes out a gadget.

"Are you carrying a speaker around with you?"

Klein made a sarcastic remark, then carefully took the "puppet" that looked like a figurine. The "puppet" felt like a miniature living person to the touch, with a silky smooth texture and even a faint hint of body warmth.

If it weren't for the fact that the face looked somewhat cartoonish, and the proportions were more like a two-dimensional character than a real person, Klein would have really suspected that Lynn had turned a living person into a doll.

Even so, Klein was still somewhat hesitant to grip the doll tightly.

Klein gently cradled the doll in his left hand and asked, "Are you sure this is a puppet? Even silicone doesn't look this realistic."

"The raw material is indeed wood," Lynn shrugged, "but it's reasonable for a sealed object to have a slightly strange quality."

"Alright," Klein said, holding the doll in his left hand and touching its cheek with his right. Then, the "Mysterious Puppet's" azure eyes turned to Klein.

Klein swiftly withdrew his right hand, then the cat shrieked, "Lynn! That thing is moving!"

"This is the result of my hard work; this sealed artifact is alive and has its own consciousness," Lynn boasted.

"You should know that all magical items have negative effects. To make it easier for you to use, I've woven a spirit into it, making it practically usable as an extraordinary being."

This is a modified version of the technology used by Lynn Aberrent to create Lynn and the White Tower. The White Tower created a sufficiently powerful spirit, and with his manipulation and a large number of card draws, he successfully forged a true master of the Mystic Puppet.

Of course, whether for safety reasons or humanitarian reasons, the White Tower did not actually create a complete human being. The "Mysterious Puppet" only possessed very low intelligence, probably a little smarter than a Border Collie.

If it were a fantasy story, Lynn would have to call this a spirit.

However, in the mysterious world, the initial spiritual imprint needs to be digested and dealt with. Drawing cards and powerful spirits can stabilize it temporarily, but it still needs to be digested afterward.

Lynn wasn't worried about that. He could barely accumulate enough progress bar for digestion by simply using his abilities, and once he passed the most dangerous stage of ingesting the potion, it wouldn't be so easy for him to lose control.

  

Moreover, the entire doll was forged with green fire, so Lynn will cover for it if it really goes out of control.

"This sounds like some kind of forbidden human transmutation technique," Klein said, holding the doll in his left hand and staring at it. "Won't there be a blood-binding ceremony later?"

"Bingo!" Lynn gave a thumbs up. "There really is such a segment."

"What kind of twisted sense of humor is this?" Klein said helplessly.

Lynn said innocently, "You can't say that. The mystical connection established by blood is the strongest kind. The bond of kinship signed with blood and the spirituality within it is much more secure for you."

Klein remained still, and the puppet in his hand watched him silently.

"It's alright," Lynn had already considered that Klein was afraid of pain. "Let me show you the effect."

He reached out and pointed at the "Secret Puppet," releasing her from her restraints.

Klein watched as the puppet quietly sat up, gently rose from his hands, then lifted her black court dress with both hands and gave Klein a standard curtsy. Then, her voice ethereal, she spoke:

"Excuse me, are you my master?"

The tiny puppet shoes made Klein's left hand itch as they stepped on it. He looked at Lynn and received an encouraging look.

Klein turned to the puppet: "Uh, yes, I am your master."

The puppet nodded, clasped its hands on its lower abdomen, and bowed to Klein again: "Master, please allow me to take a drop of your blood."

"Uh, okay." Klein clenched his teeth slightly.

The puppet gently knelt down, extended its two tiny arms to lift Klein's index finger, and then gently bit it.

The pricking sensation that Klein had imagined did not occur; he only felt a slight itch on his index finger, like being bitten by a mosquito.

Klein felt a sudden spiritual connection, as if he had established a strong link with something. Countless black, illusory lines appeared in his vision, spreading out from Lynn, the puppet, and his own body, piercing through the void and reaching infinity.

Master of Puppets!

Klein recalled the name Lynn had mentioned and made a guess: was this the essence of the Puppet Master's extraordinary abilities?

Can one see and control certain threads in the body and spirit of every person?

That truly treats people like puppets; no wonder he's called the Master of Puppets.

The perspective flashed by, and Klein saw the puppet stand up on his hands, resuming the standard posture of clasped hands, standing quietly and watching Klein.

Klein felt a little uncomfortable under the gaze, then looked at Lynn, who was watching the scene unfold, and asked, "What am I supposed to do next?"

"Give her a name," Lynn said, sketching on a drawing board. "Like the finishing touch, your name will truly bring her to life and make her come alive."

"Where did you pull that sketchbook from? Do you actually have a four-dimensional pocket?"

Despite being completely absorbed by the puppets, Klein couldn't help but speak up, given how obviously unusual the situation was.

"An apprentice is a treasure trove," Lynn said, putting away his sketchbook. "You can remember to collect them later, so you can have a storage bag."

"Those extraordinary individuals on that path really have it tough," Klein said, looking at Lynn's newly completed "painting." "Do you really need a sketchbook for taking photos?"

"Doing things that are meaningless but fun is a way to maintain humanity. I feel more like a human being that way."

"I don't think drawing an animated GIF on paper is something a human could do," Klein said speechlessly, then added, "Do I need to hold her up the whole time?"

Holding my hand up for so long is a bit tiring.

"This is magic. You can't disqualify a mage from being human. What was that kid dreaming about?" Lynn put away the GIF. "You can trust the strength of my creation. You don't need to be so careful."

"Uh..." Klein looked at the little doll in his hand, a little hesitant to hold it, feeling that it was not very polite to hold it in his hand.

"You could also quickly give her a name, and then order her to climb into your clothes herself," Lynn suggested, noticing that Klein was a gentleman in a top hat.

"In the words of cultivation, this is a spiritual artifact with its own spirit, which is a completely different concept from other sealed artifacts."

After saying that, Lynn looked at Klein expectantly.

If Lynn were to name the puppet himself, he would name it Little Sharon, but that would make its comedic nature too obvious.

"Can my name be changed?"

"Yes, she can, but she needs some time to adjust."

Klein poked the doll with a finger: "Then I'll call you the Thread Doll for now."

The little doll's eyes brightened, and she gazed into Klein's eyes, bowing slightly: "Yes, Master."

Klein put her in his jacket pocket: "Then you stay here now, don't fall out, and don't let anyone see you."

The silk puppet conveyed a clear message to Klein's spirit.

Lynn handed over a cup of sweet iced tea: "How was it? My work is pretty amazing, isn't it?"

Klein took the iced tea, sipped it, and then posed a profound question: "It's really impressive, so why make it into a two-dimensional figurine?"

"I've had some complicated considerations," Lynn said, taking a sip of her sweet iced tea and savoring its refreshing taste. "You'll find out later."

"Thanks."

"Aren't you going to ask me about it?" Lynn asked curiously.

"You've helped me so much," Klein raised his glass to Lynn, "You must have your reasons for not telling me, and it's not a good thing for me to ask more questions."

Lynn raised his glass and clinked it with Klein's.

Bai Ta's voice came through: "So what's your purpose in having me create a emotionless maid doll? Just for fun?"

“That’s too superficial,” Lynn immediately denied. “I’m creating a bond for the future Lord of Mysteries. This puppet will deepen Klein’s character relationships. It’s an alternative plan in case the Anti-Divinity Anchor Project fails.”

White Tower paused for a moment, then said, "According to my memory, this reason is something you came up with on the spot. Your original purpose was to get Klein into complicated social relationships and then have some fun."

"That also deepens the bond, right?"

Lynn chuckled: "Well, you have to take your time to find the right thing. Haste makes waste. Besides, if there wasn't a demand, we wouldn't have the technology to invent such extraordinary items so quickly."

"Based on the current plan, the anti-divine anchor has almost no chance of failure," White Tower's voice rang out again, "but I agree with your operation of creating bonds, which is also good for Klein's long-term mental health."

Lynn added, "It's also good for our mental health."

"That makes sense," White Tower urged again, "So after we finish here, hurry up and find the sea monster the Hanged Man mentioned. We have so much to do."

"Yes, there's a lot going on," Lynn sighed. "How's it going on your end?"

"I have obtained enough information from the Aurora Society's ship, and we are now close to the Forsaken Land."