Secret gatherings are different from ordinary missionary meetings. It is possible to participate only after multiple contacts and confirmation that the newcomers have initially firmed up their faith.
Therefore, it stands to reason that it is impossible for anyone with unlit candles to appear at the rally.
When a person's candle of faith is not lit but still appears at the seminar, it can only mean one thing: this person already has other beliefs, or has no willingness to listen - he is pretending that he has returned. transformation and choosing to participate in secret gatherings for other reasons.
"Since ancient times, there has only been an act of extracting gold from sand, but never an act of mixing sand into gold... Remember this."
Mr. Shawshank Rogers’ earnest warning still remains in the hearts of the Hopmans, so they have always been cautious about missionary work——
They will only consider preaching to others if recommended by credible sources.
After moderate preaching and confirming that the other party has a preliminary belief, they will be invited to participate in such a secret gathering.
However, despite being so careful, there were still people with evil intentions at the party.
"It's a fisherman..." Sean gritted his teeth.
"Fishermen" are a unique bounty profession in the sacred country of New Landel. They will pretend to join various secret faith organizations and earn bonuses through reporting. They are a group of people who are extremely closely connected with the indoctrination center.
Many unapproved niche beliefs were almost destroyed in the hands of these bounty hunters.
Sean didn't expect that when his number of followers was only forty, he would meet a fisherman!
At this time, the party at the house of Mr. and Mrs. Hopman had come to an end. The kind-hearted couple, who were still completely kept in the dark, gave "The Long Poem of the Night Wind" to the three new participants present.
The secret gathering was over. Two of them had candles burning brightly, but the other one still had no light at all.
The person represented by that darkness was a man in his early thirties. The man had a humble smile on his face, and it was impossible to tell what he was thinking from his appearance.
It can be confirmed. Sean gritted his teeth and quickly turned his attention to the man guarding the black mansion.
Shawshank Rogers, who was deep in thought, quickly moved.
His eyes were looking in the direction of New Testament City, which was dozens of kilometers away.
In the gradually sleeping metropolis, he saw eight faint golden light spots flashing——
Those are the "absolute coordinates" left by Shawshank in several uninhabited locations in the city.
Every coordinate has been hidden, and even a Queen-level explorer would be hard-pressed to find it through prying eyes.
Mr. Rogers closed his eyes and sketched the city's architecture in his mind.
With the help of the statue of the goddess, his mind flew to Piris Street and saw the Hopmans sending three new believers out of the house.
Looking around from this position, Shawshank quickly locked the coordinates of the closest point to this place.
Staring at it, he gently turned the "Bloody Rose" on his chest with his left hand. The anti-summoning mechanism took effect. The bishop of the night was sent dozens of kilometers away and appeared at the absolute coordinates - an apartment building that had not been seen for many years. In an empty house where people live.
The street lights downstairs in the apartment have been extinguished. Shawshank Rogers, wearing a cloak, flew out from the third-floor balcony like a gust of night wind. He used his unfolded ectoplasm to glide above the dark road for a while. After touching the ground, He turned the corner like a ghost, and even the wild cat on the wall didn't notice him during the whole process.
The man whose candle of faith was not lit had a proud and excited smile on his face, holding the "Long Poem of the Night Wind" he had just received, and was walking quickly on the road.
He was going to the correctional facility at the end of Piris Street and handed this religious book to the correctional officer on duty.
After this, he will receive a bonus of NZ$240 in recognition of his contribution to the fight against illegal beliefs.
Even if the nearest teleportation point was chosen, Shawshank Mister Rogers was approximately two kilometers away from the young man.
Under the cover of night, Sean controlled his black knight to continuously throw out the spiritual hook, constantly shortening the distance...
However, it's still not fast enough.
Because fishermen move very quickly.
He had some bad premonitions tonight. Perhaps the niche belief he had just joined involved the dark night. He was worried that something would catch up with him in the night, so he quickened his pace.
Passing through the dark neighborhood, he could already see the correctional facility at the end of the street.
The diamond-shaped logo above the eaves exuded a reassuring light, and he breathed a sigh of relief.
Outside the bright door of the correctional center, stood a correctional officer wearing a black uniform and helmet. He seemed to enjoy the quietness of the night very much. He whistled softly with his hands behind his back, and his eyes kept scanning the gentlemen returning from the night on the street. We...
Close, very close!
The young man could already clearly see the silver badge on the correction officer's hat and the beard under his nose.
The young fisherman began to jog.
Just put this black book into the hands of that officer, and tell him that the Hopmans on Piris Street are carrying out illegal communication activities...
He will get the bonus.
And the belief that belongs to the dark night will also be sanctioned by the divine court and fall apart!
The young man grinned and shouted happily to the front: "Hi, sir!"
The correctional officer on the night shift heard the sound. With his hands behind his back, he turned his attention to the young man who was walking towards him: "What's the matter?"
The young man jogged a few steps and accidentally bumped into a passing gentleman.
"Oh, sorry!" The gentleman raised his hat.
The young man didn't pay attention and just continued to walk forward and walked to the correctional officer.
"What's the matter, young man?" The bearded officer was facing the young man and told him to calm down with a calm voice.
The fisherman still had a happy smile on his face, and the white vortex in his eyes disappeared like stirred foam.
He wanted to say something, and he clearly remembered what he really wanted to say...
But he hesitated for a long time and forgot what he wanted to say.
His mind went blank and he didn't know what he was doing standing in front of the education officer.
Seeing the young man's appearance, the correctional officer loosened his hand behind his back, turned his head slightly, and looked at the young man with suspicion: "Are you here to make fun of the chief?"
"No, no!" The young man waved his hands hurriedly, "No - I was just passing by and wanted to say hello!"
The law enforcer in black took an impatient breath and began to reprimand this reckless and rude young man...
In the distance, the gentleman who had just bumped into the young man turned the corner.
He has a face with sharp edges and corners, a slightly weathered face, but a gentle expression.
Before, he was walking on the street with empty hands, but now, he had a black book in his hand.
A book originally given to the wrong person.
"You who lack piety, I know that your loss is only due to your greed and ignorance."
The gentleman in black walked silently on the street, and his calm footsteps sounded on the deserted street.
The night covered him so well that he looked like a shadow.
“So, the goddess will not punish you for this.
"However, as her envoy, I will take back the two things given to you——
"One is this black classic." His fingers traced the slightly rough spine.
"The other thing is those precious memories involving the night wind and candlelight..."
Shawshank Rogers sighed softly on the street late at night: "Young man, what a pity.
"For that little bounty...
"You don't know what you're missing."
On the street at night, a figure disappeared, as if it had never appeared before.
But belonging to Night Breeze's faith, those forty candlelights still burned peacefully.
