The deserted black mansion, in the basement, in the deepest temple of Lady Hersheys...

The seven orange candles placed on the ground looking at the face of the goddess from a distance were covered with a layer of silvery light by the central candle emitting a silver flame.

This candle flame seemed to be made of bright silver, radiating a firm light, one could tell at a glance that no tribulation or trial could blow it out.

The first "Imperishable Silver Flame", the first believer who chose to connect his faith with his own life deep in his heart, was born.

At this moment, the laundryman Kaman, like other believers, looked at the respected Mr. Shawshank Rogers with some doubts, and showed the "Long Poem of the Night Wind" in his hand, which was the same as everyone else's.

"Everyone knows that because of the stipulations in the "Declaration of Divine Power" written by the great founding man of Newlander," Shawshank said slowly, "no matter whether a belief is great or reasonable, it must be approved by the divine court before it can be spread legally. and faith...

"It's a pity that today's court has long been associated with trusts and interest groups...

"They don't care about what the citizens of New Zealand need or love. They just maintain a corrupt minority belief system through hegemony, suppressing many gods loved by the people at the bottom...

"As a result, many good and beneficial beliefs have been deprived of their due power by the divine court."

The room became completely silent, and everyone's faces were faintly disappointed. Shawshank paused before continuing: "Unfortunately, our Ms. Hershey, the goddess of goodness who has just been revived from history, belongs to her beliefs, and has also been treated unfairly like this."

There was a little anger in Mr. Rogers' voice: "Of course, the education officers, shepherd dogs and minions of the Divine Court Investigation Bureau are naturally unable to match our noble lady.

"However, material sticks and prisons can still threaten or imprison the flesh of us believers...

"It caused a setback to her faith."

Shawshank paused to let the listener catch his words.

"This is where we must never disappoint her." He continued to narrate, his voice was soft, but his tone was sonorous, almost resounding in the hearts of the believers present.

"Choose to act in secret, not because of fear! It's not because what we do is not visible.

"And just to allow this corner of her to survive in this depraved environment...

"The only way to not let her down is to keep the faith from being stigmatized until we are finally cleared and recognized as a legitimate faith."

Everyone nodded in agreement, and their emotions ignited each other in appropriate remarks.

"So." His tone softened again, "This requires us to be calm, cautious, and quiet...not saying a word, just like spending the night."

"We will keep a secret for her!" Kaman, the first believer of the Silver Flame, said in a firm voice, as if she had connected with Sean's heart.

Everyone looked at him, and Mr. Rogers nodded again and again: "We will keep a secret for her."

Shawshank once again raised the little black book in his hand: "Now, I'm finally going to reveal the secrets involved in this book."

With his slender fingers, he caressed "The Long Poem of Night Wind": "Actually, this whole book is written with a special kind of ink...

"In about a year, the writing on the book will gradually fade due to oxidation."

The believers opened the "Long Poetry" in their hands one after another, and looked at the black handwriting with incredible expressions on their faces.

"One of the reasons for this design is to free you from the shackles of books."

"What I hope you can do is to print every word of this book in your mind within one year."

A book whose handwriting will gradually disappear—this sense of urgency is a way for believers to memorize the classics.

"On the other hand..." Shawshank continued, "if we are about to be captured because of our reckless actions or the inevitable prying eyes of the outside world...

"Because of our firm belief, we naturally will not reveal half a word to outsiders,

"However, if the "Long Poem" falls into the hands of others, we will not be able to argue with it."

"So, in order to avoid such a situation, this book has a small design."

His fingers brushed over the spine: "In the spine of the book, there is a glass tube hidden. The glass tube contains a special solution.

"Once these solutions infiltrate the "Long Poem of the Night Wind", the one-year oxidation time will be completed in an instant—it will become a blank notebook in a few seconds."

Under the surprised eyes of the believer, Shawshank clamped the two ends of the spine with his middle fingers, turned the page down, and gently pressed his two thumbs on the Nightingale logo in the middle of the spine—

This gesture is like breaking the spine of a book.

"For your understanding, this display has been approved by that lady." In order to take care of the believer's feelings, Sean expressed his permission.

As soon as he finished speaking, he exerted his hands slightly, and after an inaudible crisp sound, he opened the pages of the book. When the solution soaked the pages and the words disappeared, he opened the pages and saw the whole process.

"An ancient book that will not leak secrets!"

"Words are disappearing, like the traces of fallen leaves blown away by the night wind!"

As if they were witnessing a small miracle, the believers were amazed to varying degrees.

In Xiao En's heart, a slightly mocking smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "This inspiration comes from those 'erased' news reports."

In order to control some reports, the "Shenting" let some sensitive news slowly disappear with the passage of time...

And Xiao En directly used these and designed this kind of scripture that would not leak the secrets.

Logically speaking, the initial strength of the spirit world is enough to produce many "Night Wind Poems".

And the reason there are only a hundred books is precisely because these books have a special design, which makes it more difficult to generate them even with divine power.

After demonstrating the anti-leakage at the artifact level, the next thing Xiao En has to do is to realize the mechanism at the human level...

This reminded him of the various attempts made on Vivienne's necklace on the Bronze Giant.

Only then did he realize that designing a certain mechanism seemed to be his forte.

Inexplicably, he turned out to be a genius "leader of faith".

Undoubtedly, in order to grow one's spiritual world and help more people, the goal at this stage is to increase believers.

However, unlike many beliefs that blindly expand, Sean's increase has strict prerequisites.

Just like he selected the eight believers present in every corner of the city, he hoped that the believers present would also be able to discern the details of each other before preaching the perfection of Ms. Hersheys to others.

On the one hand, he firmly believes in the importance of the quality of believers - having more pious believers can make this emerging faith develop better.

On the other hand, he knows that there are many hidden "fishers" among the people. They pretend to be blank people without belief certificates, so that they can break into various "illegal beliefs" and then report to the indoctrination center to win the report. bonus…

With the "Candle of Faith", Xiao En can naturally tell whether the belief is sincere~lightnovelpub.net~ However, he still needs to ensure that the flames of the crisis are extinguished as soon as possible.

So, he began to tell the eight believers how to identify all kinds of people and dig out suitable objects.

"This is what I have practiced as a reporter for many years. The kung fu of observing words and feelings..." Xiao En was thinking a little self-deprecatingly, and while talking about it, he added concise notes on the blank page behind the believer's "Long Poem". , for them to go back to digest and learn.

After doing all this, Xiao En, as the leader, felt relieved at this moment: "An ancient book that will not leak secrets, plus a believer who is cautious enough and has mastered the method of knowing people..."

Not to mention peace of mind, at least it should be able to expand quietly within a certain period of time without causing any ripples in the city.

The candlelight was still on, and everyone in the city was asleep.

No one knows that in a house with the curtains drawn tightly on Perris Street, the believers of that lady are whispering and listening in the warm room...