After a sumptuous lunch at a nearby Apennine restaurant, the four of Sean strolled into Central Park again.

During the lunch break, there are few pedestrians here.

Today is a rare sunny day in winter, and the sun shines on the river that has no waterfowl habitat for the time being.

Sean knew that there was a wind blowing, not only because of the whirring sound, but also because of the dry fallen leaves rubbing against the ground, and the momentarily crushed sunlight on the river.

In front, Alia Dickinson was holding a bag of popcorn she just bought from a roadside vendor, squatting among a group of pigeons, spreading her slender hands, feeding the cooing pigeons.

She turned her head, with a happy smile on her face, as if to say: Look at Sean, so many pigeons!

Sean walked forward with his hands behind his back, with a smile on his face that was similar to the winter sun.

Olivia Fengling was walking beside Sean, and turned her head to look at the other side of the river in a leisurely manner—a pair of elderly people were supporting each other for a walk.

This scene moved her inexplicably.

Winnie 1902 was holding her husband's arm, and the two walked at the back. The mischievous Moonlight seemed to have told a joke, and Winnie blushed from laughing...

Two education officers in black uniforms with shiny double-breasted buttons passed by.

Seeing these stylishly dressed and well-behaved gentlemen and ladies, who were clearly enjoying their leisure time, they nodded slightly: "Have a nice day, everyone."

Sean tipped his hat back with some subtle feeling: "Thank you, sir—have a nice day too."

After passing by, Sean's smiling expression didn't change in any way, but he felt that the scene just now was full of irony—

These two teaching officers are completely unaware that a certain corner of Sean's soul is manipulating a body named Shawshank Rogers, which is located in a mansion in the middle of a farm that no one will set foot in, a hundred kilometers outside New York City. , is finishing transcribing the unapproved minor belief classics...

While Shawshank placed "The Long Poem of the Night Wind" on the large table, this handwritten book with a black cover and a gold-plated nightingale silhouette was gradually increasing...

These religious scriptures written in the spiritual world are different from ordinary paper books.

The specific special features, Shawshank will explain to the believers at the first meeting later.

The bright sky outside the window could not penetrate the fog outside the spirit room—the fog was like a distorted filter, even if someone stood outside, they could only see a deserted wooden house.

Outside the black mansion, it seemed that it was still night, and the beating flames in the fireplace illuminated the face of Shawshank Rogers...

With a satisfied smile on his face—

Although the energy of the independent spirit room is almost exhausted, everything is ready.

At this moment, the founder of the Esoteric Cult in front of the neatly stacked "Night Wind Long Poem", and the New Testament reporter in Central Park, surrounded by pigeons, had almost identical smiles on their faces.

—

Time flew by and soon came the first missionary night.

In the day before manipulating the body of Shawshank Rogers to go out, Sean was not idle—he had been thinking about the arrangement of the "start".

"There is no doubt that the first batch of believers is very critical." Xiao En judged.

It is not enough for Shawshank alone to spread the word, the first group of people also undertake the mission of "word of mouth"...

However, Sean also knew that it was difficult for him to attract those middle-class people who were skeptical and even believed in salvation from the very beginning...

The higher the class, the more difficult it is to naturalize.

Therefore, Sean finally set his sights on the "downtown" that has undergone drastic changes recently.

"There is still quite a lot of 'gold' in the 'stinky gutter' in the eyes of the rich." Sean never believed that birth is everything.

Not only because this place is easier to attract believers in the early stage, but also because he believes that everyone has potential.

So, he chose to start downtown...

Mr. Shawshank Rogers, now wearing an old black suit. He restrained that mysterious and oppressive temperament, and looked like an ordinary passerby.

There was a friendly light in the eyes of this ordinary passerby, and one could tell at a glance that he was a gentle gentleman, exuding an aura that made people feel close...

He saw a limping figure in front of him. Because he was walking too fast, his inconvenient legs made him stagger, and he accidentally knocked over a box of things he was carrying to the ground.

However, the man didn't complain, he helped his cracked glasses, squatted down and began to pick up the scattered things.

Shawshank stepped forward, knelt down and began to help the man.

There are some handmade plastic flowers scattered all over the ground.

The man looked curiously at the gentleman beside him who extended a helping hand—it is rare to see such a person in the lower city.

Shawshank nimbly put the last batch of plastic flowers into the box and lifted it up.

"Thank you, sir!" As he said, the man in glasses wanted to take Shawshank's box.

Mr. Rogers just held the box and didn't hand it back.

Then, he didn't bluntly ask for help, but just said with a smile: "Just in time, I need some exercise today—where are these two boxes going? I don't mind sharing a box and walking a distance."

A pair of eyes behind the cracked glasses blinked, seeing the sincerity in those gray eyes, he smiled and accepted the sudden kindness...

After walking together for a while, Shawshank learned that the man's name was Henry Hart. He used to be a worker at Donald Brewery. He broke his leg due to work, and now he can only do some simple manual work at home to make ends meet.

He is still walking to deliver plastic flowers at night... It is enough to explain the hardships he is living now.

Henry Hart was quickly attracted by the personality charm exuded by Shawshank. He could feel that the gentleman in front of him had deep thoughts and a broad mind...

When he was invited by Hart to rest at his home, unlike other poor missionaries, Sean did not take the initiative to mention the matter of Night Breeze's belief, but Hart saw it because he was particularly interested in Shawshank. He was holding a black book in his hand, and he took the initiative to ask...

"Oh? Is this a book?" Shawshank looked at the book in his hand with a cherished gaze, "This book is related to a minority belief—are you a religious person? Can you accept talking about it?"

Henry, who had been living in anxiety, really wanted to know what was the power that made Shawshank always calm and happy. He wanted to know everything about it, so he nodded without hesitation.

So Sean went along with the flow and briefly described the beliefs of "Ms. Hersheys", and quoted some fragments from the "Long Poem" written by him.

"Every late night, she listens to the sorrowful complaints of the poor, and gives him peaceful and sweet sleep to heal the wounds encountered in the world...

"She is not just a listener, but a goddess of goodness who is determined to protect the good.

"Open up to her~lightnovelpub.net~she will definitely protect those who have good intentions..."

Listening to Shawshank recite those lines in a low voice, Henry Hart, who has suffered a lot, had moist eyes: "A beautiful line...

"Just listening to your chanting, I feel as if I have received some comfort..."

People living in the lower city seem to be forgotten by the mainstream, and they are not under the strict supervision of the correctional officers.

Therefore, there is not so much resistance and fear when contacting these beliefs that have not been approved by the divine court.

"If possible..." Henry turned his head and looked at his daughter who was doing homework in the room, the light in Jenny Hart's room, as if he had made up his mind, and asked frankly, "Can you tell me about this lady more stories of

"Of course." After accepting the hot tea Henry poured into the aluminum cup, Shawshank sat peacefully with his hands on the black-covered book, "I happen to have time tonight, so I'll talk to you about this supreme good Ma'am..."