Candlelight illuminates the faces of the nine people present.

Everyone had an expression of excitement in tranquility on their faces.

"I am very happy that we can have our first meeting here." Shawshank stood in the open space near the porch where everyone could see him.

He had sensed that Hopman's only neighbor, the old lady who lived alone, was sleeping peacefully in her own room upstairs next door, breathing evenly—no outsider would know everything about this place.

The candlelight illuminated Shawshank Rogers' angular face from below, and orange flashed in his gray eyes.

All the believers present found that Mr. Rogers seemed to exude a kind of peaceful divinity. They have no doubt that the wise and elegant gentleman in front of them has already won the favor of Ms. Hersheys.

In order to make the first party more ceremonial, Sean made some preparations beforehand.

He used a square table without too many decorations as a podium, and placed a pocket portrait of Ms. Hershey made in the spirit world on it.

Whenever the believers pass by the exquisite statue of the goddess, which seems to be made of ebony, and see her torch, straw basket, and nightingale on her shoulders, reflecting the candlelight into oily light, their hearts Feelings of gratitude, trust, and peace arise…

Behind Sean is a wall, which originally hung some life photos of the Hopmans.

The two sincere owners have taken off the photos and replaced them with the logo of the nightingale silhouette in the middle.

Just such a simple arrangement turned this living room into a sacred place, and almost everyone could feel that the lady was listening to this place.

"As her believer, her humble servant, I am willing to repeat a truth over and over again to the world——

"On this night, she listened; all nights to come, she followed her like a shadow.

"Let's whisper her name..."

Ms. Hersheys, Ms. Hersheys...

The eight believers present all closed their eyes, whispering this name devoutly and devotedly.

After the call ended and they each opened their eyes, Sean began to tell the story of the first chapter of "The Long Poem of the Night Wind".

During this process, he involuntarily began to observe and recall the eight believers in front of him...

Henry Hart sat down with his friend Raymond. Compared with the sensitive Hart, the tall Raymond looks a little dull, but he is the kind of person who chooses to believe, and then will follow very piously—he is trustworthy.

The Hopmans, who volunteered to provide the venue, are children's book publishers. They used to believe in the religion of salvation. During the process of seeking a child, they were subjected to endless money fraud by the parish priest. After they had nowhere to complain, these things collapsed their faith. And at this painful juncture, I met Shawshank who was passing by...

The Hopmans were an honest and sincere family, both of whom were quite charming.

The black woman who had a nightmare last night is now closing her eyes, listening intently to Shawshank’s slowly telling in a very charming voice—has been plagued by nightmares for more than ten years, what she didn’t expect was that what she did last night After the "Midnight Confession", when the nightmare came again, there was a spirit-like power that terminated it.

This gave her a feeling of renewal. Among the candles of faith represented by those present, hers was the brightest and most constant.

Although the black laundryman named Kaman didn't have much cultural accomplishment, he was physically strong and simple-minded. Sean believes that in the future, she will also become one of the ladies' helpers.

There is also Helen, a primary school teacher in the slums. Sean met the woman at Rebecca's Corner Coffee—a sensitive soul suffering from insomnia, and after desperately confiding in her, she had the best night's sleep in two years.

The good sleep these days has made her dark circles disappear, and Helen can even continue her writing career at night...

It made her grateful.

Shawshank continued to talk, and continued to observe and admire the believers present...

And Mr. Rhodes, the stubborn-looking accountant at Donald's Brewery with his stiff gray hair.

And Louie, a car salesman who has started to go bald at a young age and always looks very sad.

Each of them seems to be a loser forgotten by fate, and each of them seems to be the most insignificant person in this world...

However, in Sean's eyes, each of them has its own extraordinary.

"In time..." Sean thought with certainty in his heart, "each of them will be rewarded for their piety, and then emit amazing energy."

Sean Dickinson didn't know where his judgment came from.

Maybe it's because he can't agree with the people who support Peter Pan's judgment on the people at the bottom?

Think they're all filthy, useless rats who should just sit in the city's sewers and serve forever as pathetic reference points for the well-to-do's happy lives?

This is bullshit.

Sean suddenly realized that by using a substitute to create a belief, he was not only trying to strengthen his soul, he also wanted to prove one thing: trampling on others is wrong, and everyone has great potential.

The lives of these people should never be victims of the superior life of others!

It seems that this intention formed an atmosphere through the language, and every listener present was intoxicated by Shawshank's words, and resonated...

"... the hour of midnight! Never underestimate the hour of midnight.

"After everyone has fallen asleep, this moment of silence is your and my 'temple'!

"That's when the lady came to listen to us...

"At this time, please express your expectations, your fears, and your regrets with the most pious attitude..."

"She will accept everything without any prejudice or discrimination, and she will point out a clear way for you in that quiet time...

"When the whole world seems to abandon us, she will still never leave us! Hold the torch in my heart for us all night, guarding us, like all loving mothers in the world, for us to have a peaceful sleep , while praying.

"Her torch will drive away fears, and her straw basket will heal the deepest wounds."

"Grateful for her listening."

"Her torch will drive away the fear in the heart, and her straw basket will heal the deepest wounds—grateful for her listening." The crowd closed their eyes and murmured in unison...

Kaman, the black laundryman, was crying. On his dark face, the tears drew streaks of greasy tears——

For so many years, no one cared about her life, her health, her life...

She is like a humble ant, supporting her broken heart and repeating her difficult life.

And that lady actually showed her strength for such a girl and drove away her nightmare...

At this moment, Mr. Rogers has just finished the first chapter.

Out of genuine sympathy, Shawshank walked up to the crying Kaman and put his hand on her shoulder to comfort her gently.

And the brothers and sisters around who also believe in ladies also put their warm hands on Kaman's body~lightnovelpub.net~ Kaman, who has a strong figure, tremblingly hugged himself, tears couldn't stop Live and flow.

At this moment, her candle of faith turned into a silvery white that would never be blown out by the wind.

Sean knew that the first "Imperishable Silver Flame", the first believer who connected his faith with his own life, appeared.

Sean, who was lying on the bed at home, opened his eyes and felt the doubled power of faith brought by believers of the "Immortal Silver Flame" level... His heart could not be calm for a long time.

When Kaman finally calmed down, Shawshank chose to continue the speech.

He took out his "Night Wind Long Poems" and said in a rhythmic tone:

"What you don't know is that there is actually a secret hidden in this precious little book..."

He picked up the little black book and slowly showed it to all the believers present.