In the Witch's Moon Shrine, the shiny yellow-green color was poured into a glass bottle again.

Shawshank Rogers manipulated the ectoplasmic hand to put this "mist of elixir" in a suitcase full of yellow-green hourglass bottles.

Sean spent the remaining power of faith in the spiritual world to produce the first batch of "mass-produced" elixir mist.

"A total of 480..." Shawshank, who was a little tired, sat in the chair and looked at the small elixir mist neatly stacked in the suitcase on the table like shining jewels. Harvest" satisfaction.

"Independent spirits have their own rules,

"In the realm of the spirit world, I can change the 'appearance' of things at will, and even create fake ones..."

Shawshank tapped his fingers, and there was the sound of metal colliding on the ground.

The gold bars fell out of thin air to form hills, and under the light, they reflected the ecstatic brilliance.

"Unfortunately, these 'appearances' cannot bring out this spirit world."

"Currency", "treasure" or "hard currency" are things that are recognized by everyone in the main world and given "meaning" by everyone, and have great rule power...

Therefore, it is impossible for Sean to bring the "currency" or "gold" produced in the spiritual world directly into the eternal world.

Even if it is the furniture that has changed its "appearance", if it is brought out of the spirit world, it will only return to its original state.

"Even the gold in the statue in 'Midnightland' wasn't made by Peter Pan."

Even the "divine power" transformed by faith cannot be created arbitrarily outside the spirit world, and is also subject to certain higher rules.

"However, small elixir mist or "Night Wind Long Poem", these things made through the temple or the enshrinement, will not be subject to such restrictions."

This method is the only way to produce something in the spiritual world.

However, after having a "product", how to sell it?

"Whether it is spiritual smelling salts, carbonated syrup or bottled holy water that can enter the vending machine...

"These are magical items produced by large companies and organizations, and are popular in the market."

It is impossible for Sean to negotiate cooperation with Adam Vending Machine's Quest Company with a "good thing" of unknown origin.

"The other party will only politely drink tea with me, and then politely invite me out..."

If you want to enter the vending machine, you need the endorsement of qualifications.

Go through "black market channels"?

Carrying two suitcases, he moved to the living room on the second floor, and Shawshank, who sat on the sofa, shook his head: "Once a product like the Mist of the Elixir is launched on the market, it will definitely attract a lot of attention...

"Bill will definitely know that the cargo path came from me and Daisy."

So far, Sean has overwhelmed his not-so-secure partner.

The less "Long Island Bill" can know about himself, the better.

It is not a good idea to directly sell the elixir mist through their black market channels.

Selling on the street by yourself?

A scene emerged in Sean's mind: at night, Shawshank Rogers stopped a quester who was on a mission. He opened his coat, revealing the rows of elixir mist hanging inside, and smiled mysteriously: "Okay!" Something, try it?"

Sean wiped his face carelessly, as if trying to erase the absurdity of the scene.

"The sales method is a problem..."

Seeming to be in distress, Xiao En looked at the two large suitcases through the eyes of the leader of the secret religion, and fell into deep thought.

Letting his thoughts churn on his own, a seemingly most reasonable option emerged in Sean's mind.

It was a figure.

That figure is often dressed in exaggerated furs, bowler hats of various colors, a lighted cigar, and various styles of copper-headed canes, as if they are necessary decorations for his appearance.

Despite his flamboyant attire, he was an unassuming, obese black male with drooping eyelids.

"Mr. Newfen" Drew.

After spending a lot of money, he was successfully laundered from the underground world, and became one of the three general distribution agents of New Testament City's three gods with the permission of the New Testament Divine Court.

A person who was unable to squeeze into the upper class due to his birth, and could no longer integrate into the lower class due to his social status.

"Mr. Newfen, only recognize Newfen."

"To deal with him..." Sean narrowed his eyes, "I have to make some preparations."

First of all, it is the source of the "Mist of Elixir".

Even if Mr. New Fen only recognizes New Fen again, he will cherish his rare cleansed image, and will never risk breaking the law again, thus losing the agency he relies on to make a living.

"I have to convince him that these goods are absolutely safe...or in other words, they can be sold with peace of mind."

— not from the spirit of some unknown demigod, but from a manufacturer that everyone doesn't know much about.

Secondly, it is the "role" of talking about business.

In order to hide, Sean and his avatar Shawshank are naturally inconvenient.

And the Vivienne image of Elaine Hayley isn't up for that kind of negotiation either...

"With Mr. Newfen, I'm afraid there will be a lot of dealings to be made in the future.

"It seems that I can only create a 'character' to communicate with him."

It must not be weak, nor too evil...

"Product Image" and "Negotiating Role"—

Sean knew that he had a new subject to think about.

Time flies so fast when things are busy.

Three days passed quickly.

In the past three days, Sean kept Shawshank busy with the upcoming contact with Mr. Newfen, and the leader of the secret sect would go to the temple of "Hershees" to watch from time to time.

The silver candle still exudes the most steadfast light.

And to his delight...

The total number of candles of faith has increased from eight to ten!

When Shawshank Rogers had no time to take to the streets, through the propaganda of those lovely believers, he naturalized two new believers.

Shawshank held his hands, feeling the warmth in his palms.

"This is just the beginning. The teachings have not been fully conveyed to them, and they can increase believers by themselves..."

This was really beyond Sean's expectations.

"Well, let them play by themselves..."

It took three days to convert two believers, which also showed that they were cautious enough.

"Wait until the number of believers reaches a higher level before holding the next gathering."

In the second half of the first meeting, Sean not only counseled them on the way of evangelism, but also arranged unique "homework" for each of them to improve themselves—he is looking forward to seeing their transformation next time.

Right now, Sean is ready for the first meeting between Shawshank and Newfen Mr. Drew.

In the black mansion, Sean controlled Shawshank and walked to the huge full-length mirror.

The man in the mirror is wearing a mask made of Tibetan silver. The mask is the face of a resolute man. The freehand wrinkles and lines are mixed with gravel that seems to be blown by the wind from the wasteland.

The man was wearing a cowhide wide-brimmed hat, which inexplicably matched this Tibetan silver mask, as if the expressionless metal outline on his face was his true face.

Given enough identity hints, his clothes did not conform to that era and background—Shawshank was wearing a black suit at this time, but there was no tie, and the collar of the black shirt was not fastened.

Due to the particularity of their profession, explorers are allowed to be equipped with guns.

On Shawshank's accessible right hip, the cowhide pouch with a revolver in it protrudes conspicuously.

The M1920 presented by Catherine has undergone a radical change—Sean not only spent hundreds of New Zealand dollars to strengthen the pistol at the Quest Center, but also refitted the originally dark gun body into washed silver. With gorgeous carvings, it inexplicably matches his mask at the moment.

The firearm is not a mystical heritage, but the six cartridges contained within it...

All of them are infused with the "Mist of Sorrow" of "Twins of Elegy"~lightnovelpub.net~ This makes the whole gun exude a certain lingering evil spirit-it is absolutely extraordinary at a glance.

With Shawshank's eyes, Sean looked at the double in the mirror with satisfaction.

"If it weren't for the authority given by President Phillips, it would be absolutely impossible to imitate such a mask."

Like a piece of modern art…

"Wildland Gunslinger".

In the Queen class, it is only possible to obtain a mask with superb revolver shooting skills and indomitable will, and even an outstanding soul body of the same class.

Under this disguise, Shawshank will go to Drew to talk about his business.

And those two boxes of "Elixir Mist"... Shawshank's eyes fell on them.

These elixir fogs have also undergone some major changes.