On the fifth floor of the Explorers Association, outside the window of the Divine Item Supply Company.
Mary, who was responsible for receiving the explorers during the night shift, looked at the two masks crowded at the window with confusion.
"Leper Prophet" and "Court Jester".
Mary couldn't understand their eagerness. If the lobby on the first floor of the association hadn't had a mechanism to prevent evil explorers from entering, she would have thought that something out of control was going to happen here tonight...
"Can you only buy one bottle?" The court jester, who was already a little anxious, looked even more anxious. "Is there a limit to one bottle per person per month?"
"Yes, Mr. Explorer." Mary repeated what she just said, "The supply of elixir mist is limited. In order to ensure that most explorers can use it, the association requires us to limit purchases."
The leper prophet looked in both directions.
There was no one else in the supply company at night.
Then, he lowered his head, stuffed a brown paper envelope into it, and said in a low voice: "Look...
"With this money, each of us will buy four bottles, and the extra is yours."
Mary first glanced at the leper prophet with some surprise, then glanced at the envelope, and her throat moved invisibly...
Ten minutes later, the leper prophet and the court jester quickly returned to the car.
The car started and the two left in silence.
In the dark carriage, the two of them unconsciously touched the four extra hourglass-shaped glass bottles...
They spent double the price to buy the limited-purchase elixir mist.
All the extra money was "contributed" to the front desk of the supply company.
However, it is impossible to get more - even if they dare to borrow money to stock up on goods, company employees do not have the courage to cooperate.
"Man," the leper prophet suppressed his excitement and said in a low voice, "if we can get four bottles of this stuff every month...
He turned his head as if afraid that his companion would not understand the significance of the incident.
"Our team has a medical explorer!"
Not only can it improve the mission success rate, but their survival probability is also greatly improved.
"You must use it sparingly..." The clown pressed his hand on his potion bag, "Don't use it if you can't use it during the mission. Take as much as you can every month."
The two exchanged a tacit look.
As the first explorers to taste the sweetness of the elixir mist, they know that even if this thing has an official price, due to purchase restrictions, the price will definitely go up in private transactions.
So, if you can have some reserves in your hands...
As explorers, they will live a much more prosperous life.
——
Three days have passed since the prophet and the clown obtained the elixir mist.
At night, located on the western edge of Xiacheng District, outside the former site of the inaccessible "Fisher Mining Equipment Factory".
Two people walked quickly through the night. After making sure that no one was following them, they walked around to the back door of the factory and knocked gently on the wooden door.
Three long and two short, three long and two short, the rhythm is just like the cry of a nightingale.
A small doorway opened on the back door, and the person inside asked: "What are you doing on such a good night?"
"We came here to pay homage to her glory and to thank her for listening." The two people outside the door gave a self-supporting salute.
Henry Hart in the back door ticked the code corresponding to his name in the small book.
He opened the door, and two people stepped inside.
"Are we late?" Mr. Berry said nervously as he walked into the factory with Henry Hart. "There are night patrols on Pills Street tonight. We will wait until they leave before setting off..."
Henry Hart turned around, and the lantern illuminated his eyes behind the spectacles——
The fearful and anxious eyes in the past are now full of indifference and determination: "I believe Mr. Rogers will appreciate your caution more than your arrival time."
The Berrys, who were attending the party for the first time, looked at each other with relief in their eyes...
As new supporters, they were worried that they would be disliked by Mr. Rogers, whom they had never met.
Although the Hopmans who led them to appreciate the glory of Ms. Hershey repeatedly stated that Mr. Rogers was a generous and generous man...
They still want to make a better first impression.
Fisher Factory has been completely abandoned, and there is an inexplicable depressed and terrifying atmosphere in the dark night.
However, the three people walking inside seemed to be completely integrated into the night and would not be harmed by the environment.
Under the leadership of Henry Hart, we walked into a factory that looked dark from the outside.
After entering, you can see the warm candlelight and peaceful faces inside.
A dozen other believers have already arrived. Seeing the Berry family coming, the Hopmans even stood up, their eyes bright with relief.
The two of them walked into the crowd, led by Mr. and Mrs. Hopman, and saw the calm gentleman standing on the stage.
He stood calmly under the statue of a lady painted brightly by candlelight, with a broad smile on his face.
The two of them, a little nervous, quickly saluted in the direction of Shawshank Rogers.
The other party responded accordingly.
His kind attitude made the two late arrivals feel a lot more at ease...
Standing on the stage, Sean's eyes glanced around: Carman the laundryman, Louis the second-hand car salesman, Helen the elementary school teacher...
All the old faces from the first party are here, and fourteen new faces are also joining——
The number of supporters of Ms. Grain God Hershey has increased to twenty-two.
Sean suddenly remembered the feeling of looking at the twenty-two candle flames in the underground temple.
It was so similar to how he felt now - he felt that out of reverence for this world, more than twenty people were united under his banner devoutly.
"It's growing faster than I expected."
He thought this as he watched the Berrys sit down...
It was still the quiet candlelight, and there were still faces that were peaceful and slightly excited.
Sean controlled Rogers, cleared his throat secretly, and said in a low tone that could be heard clearly by everyone present: "Everyone is sleeping, but you are the only one awake——"
This opening sentence grabbed the attention of the twenty-two people present.
Sean could feel their breathing slowing down.
“I see too many people getting lost in the hustle and bustle of daily life.
“Forget to listen to your inner voice.
"Ms. Hershey spent every night listening and teaching us...
“No matter how noisy the world is, don’t forget to listen to your heart.”
Everyone nodded, and in the candlelight, someone's eyes sparkled.
"You must have read this book familiarly..." Sean held up "The Long Poem of Night Wind", "However, what I want to talk about today is something other than this book."
He was originally relaxed, leaning against a standing cabinet that served as a podium, but now he suddenly stood upright.
"What I want to say is - actually, Ms. Hershey does not need your belief."
They have always been strictly restricted by other faiths. When the audience suddenly heard Sean speak like this, they all showed expressions of astonishment.
Don’t you need our faith?
What does it mean?
Have we been left behind?
Surrounded by expressions of shock, Sean continued: "Rather than saying we are a 'sect', we are a mutual aid group.
"A covenant to gather around that lady and support each other in the long night.
"Unlike other faiths. Unlike those that once required their adherents to spend money to purchase indulgences,
"It is different from those 'faiths' that suppress true knowledge and insights in order to maintain their own doctrines that are full of loopholes..."
After Sean paused to let the audience understand that he was referring to certain beliefs that seemed decent but were actually corrupt, he continued: "If you can understand the meaning of this book, you will know -
“That lady is nowhere else but within our own hearts.
"That lady doesn't ask us to believe or be grateful..."
“If you can be true to yourself, if you can have a clear conscience, if you can choose to talk and listen reverently even in the darkest night...
"This kind of 'belief' in your own heart is what she wants to see most."
From ancient times to the present, "religion" has always been used to restrict and imprison people's hearts.
But Sean had different ideas—and he was going to do the opposite.
After having the spirit world, he had no real intention to create a rigid "religion", and it was only reluctant to call "Ms. Hershey" a "faith".
After some thorough thinking, his plan was:
Use an idol image and "doctrine" worth believing in to teach people to believe in virtue, believe in goodness, and believe in sticking to your heart even in the dark...
And use this to break all the constraints on their hearts, allowing them to face themselves——
A "faith" that is not a "faith".
I have never heard a preacher speak such words that originated from the doctrine itself, but transcended the doctrine...
All the supporters at the scene were shocked.
Then, their eyes began to flicker, as if they understood something.
"This is the effect I want." Sean smiled in his heart, "I not only want to give them comfort and sleep, but also break the shackles that restrict the soul...
Sean wanted to see what kind of energy people could unleash after being released.
As he continued to speak impassionedly, Olivia, who was guarding the outside of the factory, delivered a message.
Sean frowned.
Tonight seems destined to be an extraordinary night...
Occasionally appear on the streets of the city late at night, making people inexplicably frightened and crazy, but it is a thing that even the exploration industry does not understand well——
A kind of dark energy fluctuation called "night terror" is approaching the factory secretly...
“The birth of a new idea always leads to its testing.”
Like an approaching storm, only Sean standing on the watchtower saw it.
However, he still spoke in a calm voice.
If this big factory building is like a big ship sailing silently in the dark night...
The rainstorm is coming, let it come.
