Latest website: Candlelight illuminates the faces of the nine people present.

Everyone's face has a slightly excited expression in the tranquility.

"It's nice to have our first party here." Shawshank stood in the open space near the porch where everyone could see him.

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

Candlelight illuminated Shawshank Rogers' angular face from below, orange flashing in grey eyes.

The believers found that Mr. Rogers seemed to exude a peaceful divinity around him. They have no doubt that this wise and elegant gentleman has won the favor of Ms. Hershey.

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

He used a square table without too much decoration as a rostrum, and placed a pocket-sized portrait of Ms. Hershey made in the spiritual realm on it.

Whenever the eyes of the believers pass by the delicate goddess that 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 will arise...

Behind Sean is a wall where some photos of the Hopmans' lives were originally hung.

The two sincere hosts have already removed the photo and replaced it with a sign with the silhouette of the nightingale in the center.

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

"As her believer, her humble servant, I would like to repeat one truth to the world over and over again—

"This night, she is listening; in the nights to come, she is like a shadow.

"Let's call her by her name softly..."

Ms. Hershey, Ms. Hershey...

The eight believers present all closed their eyes and whispered the name reverently and devotedly.

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

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 to the sensitive Hart, the tall Raymond looks a little dull, but he is the kind of person who, after he chooses to believe, will follow very religiously - trustworthy.

The Hopmans, who volunteered the venue, are publishers of children's books. They once believed in the Salvation Religion. They were subjected to endless financial fraud by the parish priest in the process of seeking children. And at this painful juncture, I was meeting Shawshank who passed by...

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

The black woman who had nightmares last night is now closing her eyes and listening intently to Shawshank's narration in a very charming voice-has been haunted by nightmares for more than ten years. What she didn't expect was that she was doing it last night. After the "Midnight Talk", when the nightmare came again, there was a seance-like force that ended it.

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

This black laundryman named Kaman, although not too literate, but a strong physique, simple temperament. Sean believes that in the future she will also be one of the women's helpers.

And Helen, the primary school teacher in the slum. Sean met the lady at Rebecca's Corner Coffee - suffering from insomnia due to her sensitive mind, and after desperately confiding in her, she had her best night's sleep in two years.

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

It made her grateful.

Shawshank continued to tell, and continued to observe and appreciate the believers present...

And there's the stubborn-looking accountant at Donald's Brewery, Mr. Rhodes, with hard grey hair.

And Louis, a car salesman who has been balding at a young age and always looks very sad.

Each of them seems to be a loser who has been forgotten by fate, and each of them seems to be the most inconspicuous little person in this world...

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

"In time..." Sean thought with certainty, "Each of them will be rewarded for their piety, and they will exude amazing energy."

Sean Dickinson had no idea where his judgment came from.

Maybe it's because he doesn't agree at all, the people who support Peter Pan, judge the people at the bottom?

Think they are filthy, useless rats that should stay in the city sewers, forever serving as a pathetic reference to the happy life of the rich?

These are bullshit.

Sean suddenly realized that by using a stand-in to create a belief, he was not only trying to strengthen his own spiritual world, 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 sacrificed to the superior life of others!

It seems that this intention has formed an atmosphere through language, and every listener present is intoxicated with Shawshank's words, and resonates...

"...Midnight! Never underestimate midnight.

"After everyone slept, such a silent moment is exactly your 'temple'!

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

"At this time, please speak your expectations, speak your fears, speak your repentance in the most reverent manner..."

"She will accept all the orders without any prejudice and discrimination, and she will point out a clear path for your most troubled things at that quiet time...

"She will still be there when the whole world seems to have abandoned us! She will hold the torch in her heart for us all night, guard us, and be like all the loving mothers in the world, so that we can have a peaceful sleep. , while praying.

"Her torch will dispel fear, and her straw basket will heal the deepest wounds."

"Thanks to her for listening."

"Her torch will dispel fear, and her straw basket will heal the deepest wounds—thanks to her for listening." Everyone closed their eyes and murmured in unison...

Carman, the black laundryman, cried, and on his dark face, the tears drew bright trails of tears——

After so many years, no one has cared about her life, her health, her life and death...

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

And that lady actually showed her strength to drive away her nightmares...

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

Out of true compassion, Shawshank walked over to the weeping Kaman and put his hand on her shoulder to reassure her gently.

The brothers and sisters who also believed in the ladies around them also put their warm hands on Kaman's body~lightnovelpub.net~.

Kaman, who has a sturdy figure, shivered as he embraced himself, and the tears could not stop flowing.

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 "indestructible silver flame", the first believer to connect faith with his own life, appeared.

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

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

He took out his copy of "The Long Poem of the Night Wind" and said in a rhythmic tone:

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

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