The deserted black mansion, in the basement, in the deepest temple of Lady Hershey...
The seven orange candles placed on the ground, looking at the goddess's face in the distance, are covered with a layer of silvery light by a candle in the center that emits silver flames.
This candle flame seems to be made of bright silver, emitting a firm light. You can tell at a glance that no hardships and tests can blow it out.
The first "Eternal Silver Flame", the first believer who deep down in his heart chose to connect his faith with his life was born.
At this moment, the laundryman Kaman, like other believers, looked at the respected Mr. Shawshank Rogers with some confusion, showing the copy of "The Night Wind" in his hand that was the same as everyone else's.
"As you all know, due to the provisions in the Declaration of Divine Rights written by the great founder of Newland," Shawshank said slowly, "no matter whether a belief is great or reasonable, it must be approved by the divine court before it can be spread legally. and faith…
“What is regrettable is that today’s Holy Court has long been connected with trusts and interest groups...
"They don't care at all about what the citizens of New Zealand need and love. They just maintain a corrupt minority belief system through hegemony and suppress many gods who are loved by the people at the bottom...
"This has resulted in many good and beneficial beliefs being deprived of their due power by the divine court."
The room became silent, and everyone looked a little disappointed. Shawshank paused before continuing: "Unfortunately, our Lady Hershey, the goddess of goodness who has just recovered from history, belongs to her faith, and has also been treated unfairly."
There was a little anger in Mr. Rogers's voice: "Of course, the correctional officer, the shepherd dog and the minions of the Divine Investigation Bureau can't reach our noble lady.
“However, physical rods and prisons can still threaten or imprison the physical bodies of us believers…
"Her faith suffered a setback."
Shawshank paused to let the listener take in his words.
"This is where we must not let her down." He continued to speak, his voice soft, but his tone sonorous, almost resounding deep in the hearts of the believers present.
"Choose to act in secret, not because of fear! It's not because what we do is shady.
"Just to allow her corner to survive in this depraved environment...
"The way to not disappoint her is to prevent the faith from being stigmatized until we finally get justice and have it recognized as a legitimate faith."
Everyone nodded in agreement, emotions igniting each other in appropriate remarks.
"So." His tone softened again, "This requires us to be calm, cautious, quiet... without saying a word, just like we spend the night."
"We have to keep her secret!" Carman, the first Silver Flame believer, seemed to have connected to Sean's mind, she said in a determined voice.
Everyone looked at him, and Mr. Rogers nodded repeatedly: "We have to keep her secret."
Shawshank once again raised the little black book in his hand: "Now, I am finally going to reveal the secret involving this book."
He used his slender fingers to stroke "The Long Poem of Night Wind": "Actually, this entire book is written with a special ink...
"In about a year, the writing on the book will gradually disappear due to oxidation."
The believers opened the "Long Poems" in their hands one after another and looked at the dark handwriting with expressions of disbelief on their faces.
"One of the reasons for this design is to free you from the constraints of books."
"What I hope you can do is to imprint every word of this book in your mind within this year."
A book in which the handwriting will gradually disappear - this sense of urgency is a way for believers to remember the classics.
"On the other hand..." Shawshank continued, "if we are about to be captured due to our rash actions or unavoidable prying eyes from the outside world...
"Because we have firm beliefs, we naturally will not reveal even a word to outsiders.
"However, if "Long Poetry" falls into the hands of others, we will be unable to defend ourselves."
"So, in order to avoid such a situation, this book has a small design."
His fingers passed over the spine of the book: "There is a glass tube hidden in its spine. The glass tube contains a special solution.
"Once these solutions infiltrate "The Long Poem of the Night Wind", then the one-year oxidation time will be completed in an instant - it will become a blank notebook in a few seconds."
In the surprised eyes of the believer, Shawshank clamped the two ends of the spine with his two middle fingers, turned the pages of the book downward, and gently pressed his two thumbs on the Nightingale logo in the middle of the spine——
This gesture is like breaking the spine of a book.
"For your understanding, this display has been approved by the lady." In order to take into account the feelings of the believers, Sean expressed his permission.
As soon as he finished speaking, he exerted a little force with his hands, and after an inaudible crisp sound, he opened the page of the book. When the solution soaked the page and the words disappeared, he opened the book and saw the whole process.
"A book that won't reveal secrets!"
"The words are disappearing, like the traces of fallen leaves blown away by the night wind!"
As if they were witnessing a small miracle, the believers were all amazed in varying degrees.
In Sean's mind, a slightly sarcastic smile appeared at the corner of his mouth: "This inspiration comes from those 'erased' news reports."
In order to control some reports, the "Shenting" made some sensitive news slowly disappear as the years passed...
Sean used these directly and designed this kind of scripture that would not leak secrets.
Logically speaking, the initial power of the spirit world is enough to produce many copies of "The Long Poetry of the Night Wind".
And the reason why there are only one hundred books is precisely because these books have special designs, which make them more difficult to generate even with divine power.
After demonstrating the anti-leakage at the artifact level, what Sean needs to do next is to implement the mechanism at the human level...
This reminded him of the various attempts on Vivian's necklace on the Bronze Giant.
Only then did he realize that designing a certain mechanism seemed to be his strength.
Inexplicably, he turned out to be a genius "leader of faith."
There is no doubt that in order to strengthen one's spiritual world and to be able to help more people, the goal at this stage is to increase the number of believers.
However, unlike many beliefs that blindly expand, Sean's increase in personnel has strict prerequisites.
Just like he selected the eight believers here from all corners of the city, he hopes that the believers here can also discern the true identity of each other before preaching to others about Ms. Hershey's goodness.
On the one hand, he firmly believes in the importance of the quality of believers - having more devout believers will allow this emerging faith to develop better.
On the other hand, he knew that there were many hidden "fishermen" among the people. They pretended to be blank people without certificates of belief, so that they could penetrate into various "illegal beliefs" and then report them to the correctional center in order to win the favor of the report. bonus……
With the "Candle of Faith", Sean can naturally tell whether his faith is sincere, but he still has to ensure that the flames of crisis are extinguished as soon as possible.
So, he began to tell eight believers how to identify all kinds of people and dig out suitable partners.
"This is all the skill of observing words and emotions that I have developed as a reporter for many years..." Sean thought with some self-deprecation, and while narrating, he added a concise sentence on the blank page at the back of the believer's "Long Poetry" Notes for them to go back and digest and learn from.
After doing this, Sean, as the leader, felt relieved at this moment: "Books that will not leak secrets, coupled with believers who are cautious enough and know how to recognize people..."
Not to mention having peace of mind, at least it should be able to quietly expand within a certain period of time without causing any ripples in the city.
The candlelight is still there, and everyone in the city is asleep.
No one knows that in a house with tightly drawn curtains on Piris Street, the believers of that lady are whispering and listening in the warm room...
