The fifth floor of the Mystery Explorers Association, outside the window of the Shenpin Supply Company.

Mary, who was in charge of receiving the explorers during the night shift, looked puzzled at the two masks crowded at the window.

"The Leper Prophet" and "The Court Jester".

Mary couldn't understand their eagerness. If it wasn't for the mechanism in the hall on the first floor of the Association to prevent the entrance of evil explorers, she would have thought that something out of control would happen here tonight...

"Can only buy one bottle?" The court clown, who was already a little anxious, looked even more anxious, "Limit to one bottle per person per month?"

"Yes, Mr. Mystery Seeker." Mary repeated what she just said, "The supply of elixir mist is limited. In order to ensure that most of the Mystery Seekers can use it, the association has asked us to limit the purchase."

The Leprosy looked around.

During the night, there was no one else in the supply company.

Then, he lowered his head, stuffed a kraft envelope into it, and said in a low voice, "Look...

"With this money, we will each buy four bottles, and the extra will be yours."

Mary first glanced at the Leper Prophet in astonishment, then glanced at the envelope, her throat moved undetectably...

Ten minutes later, the leprosy prophet and court jester returned to the car quickly.

The car started, and the two left in silence.

In the dark compartment, the two unconsciously touched each other with their hands, and the four extra hourglass-shaped glass bottles...

They spent double the price to buy the limited-purchase elixir mist.

All the extra money was "contributed" to the front desk of the supply company.

However, it is impossible to get more—even if they dare to borrow money to hoard goods, the company employees do not have the courage to cooperate.

"Man," the Leprosy said in a low voice, suppressing his excitement, "if we can get four bottles of this stuff every month...

He turned his head away, as if worried that his companion might not understand the significance of the event.

"Our team is equivalent to having an extra medical-type mystery seeker!"

Not only can it improve the mission success rate, but their survival probability has also been greatly improved.

"Be sure to use sparingly..." The clown pressed his hand on his medicine bag, "If you don't need it during the mission, you don't need it, and you can take as much as you can every month."

The two exchanged a glance tacitly.

As the first explorers who tasted the sweetness of the mist of the elixir, they knew that even though there was an official price for this thing, due to purchase restrictions, the price would definitely go up all the way in private transactions.

So, if you have some reserves on hand...

As explorers, they will live a much more nourishing life.

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Three days have passed since the prophet and the clown got the elixir mist.

At night, it is located in the western edge of the lower city, outside the former site of the former "Fisher Mining Equipment Factory", which is inaccessible.

Two people walked forward quickly through the night, and after making sure that no one was following them, they went around to the back door of the factory and knocked lightly on the wooden door.

Three long and two short, three long and two short, the rhythm is just like a nightingale singing.

A small opening was opened on the back door, and the person inside asked, "What's the use of such a good night?"

"We came here to pay homage to her glory and to be grateful for her listening." The two outside the door gave a hug.

Henry Hart in the back door, put a tick behind the code corresponding to his name in the small book.

He opened the door, and two people stepped inside.

"Aren't we late?" Mr. Berry said nervously as he followed Henry Hart into the factory building, "There are night watchmen on Baileys Street tonight, we will wait until they leave before starting..."

Henry Hart turned, the lantern illuminating his eyes behind the glasses—

Those fearful and anxious eyes in the past are now full of indifference and determination: "I believe that Mr. Rogers will appreciate your prudence more than the arrival time."

The Berry couple, who attended the party for the first time, looked at each other with relief...

As newly promoted supporters, they worried that they would be disliked by the "Mr. Rogers" whom they had never met.

Although the Hopmans, who led them to the glory of Ms. Hersheys, have repeatedly stated that Mr. Rogers is a generous man...

They still want to make a better first impression.

The Fisher factory has been completely abandoned, and there is an inexplicably depressed and terrifying atmosphere in the dark night.

However, the three people walking inside are not affected by the environment as if they are completely integrated into the night.

Led by Henry Hart, they walked into a dark factory building from the outside.

After entering, you can see the warm candlelight and peaceful faces inside.

The other dozen believers have all arrived. Seeing the Berry family coming, the Hopmans even stood up with bright relief in their eyes.

The two of them walked into the crowd led by the Hopman couple, and saw the calm gentleman standing on the stage.

He stood calmly under the statue of a lady painted with light by candlelight, with a broad smile on his face.

The two, who were a little nervous, hurriedly gave a hug in the direction of Shawshank Rogers.

The other party also responded in this way.

His kind attitude eased the hearts of the two late arrivals...

Standing on the stage, Sean glanced around: the laundryman Kaman, the second-hand car salesman Louis, the elementary school teacher Helen...

The old faces from the first meeting are all here, and fourteen new faces are added—

Ms. Valley God Hershey's supporters have increased to twenty-two.

Xiao En suddenly remembered the feeling of looking at the twenty-two candle flames in the underground temple.

It was so similar to how he felt now—he felt that, out of awe of the world, more than twenty people had united reverently under his banner.

"It's growing faster than I expected."

As he thought about it, he watched the Baileys take their seats...

It was still quiet candlelight, and there were still peaceful and slightly excited faces.

Sean controlled Rogers, cleared his throat secretly, and said in a low tone that could be heard clearly by everyone present: "All living beings are asleep, but you are alone—"

An opening sentence caught the attention of the twenty-two people present.

Sean could feel their breathing slowing down.

"I see too many people lost in the hustle and bustle of everyday life,

"Forget about listening to your inner voice.

"Ms. Hersheys listened tirelessly every night and taught us...

"No matter how noisy the world is, don't forget to listen to your inner voice."

Everyone nodded one after another, and in the candlelight, some people's eyes sparkled.

"You must have read this book by now..." Sean held up "The Long Poem of the Night Wind", "However, what I want to talk about today is something other than this book."

He was originally relaxed, leaning against a cabinet that served as a podium, but suddenly stood up straight.

"What I'm trying to say is—actually, Ms. Hersheys doesn't need your faith."

He has always been strictly bound by other beliefs, and the audience all showed expressions of astonishment when they heard Xiao En's speech like this.

Don't need our faith?

What does it mean?

Are we being left behind?

Surrounded by shocked expressions, Sean continued: "Rather than saying that we are a 'sect', it is better to say that we are a mutual aid association.

"A covenant gathered around that lady to support each other during the long night.

"Unlike other faiths. Unlike those faiths that have required their adherents to spend money on indulgences,

"Unlike those 'faiths' that suppress true insight in order to uphold their own flawed teachings..."

Sean paused for a moment, letting the audience understand that what he was referring to was some seemingly decent but actually corrupt beliefs, and then continued: "If you can appreciate the meaning in this book, you will know—

"That lady is nowhere else, she is in our own hearts.

"That lady doesn't ask us to believe, to be grateful..."

"If you can be true to yourself, if you can have no shame in your heart, if you can choose to speak and listen reverently in the darkest night...

"This kind of 'belief' in your own heart is what she wants to see most."

From ancient times to the present, "religion" has always been used to restrict and imprison people's hearts.

But Sean has a different idea - he intends to do the opposite.

After having the spiritual world, he didn't really intend to create a rigid "religion", and calling "Ms. Hersheys" a "faith" was just reluctant.

After some deep and thorough thinking, his plan was:

Use an idol image and "doctrine" worthy of belief to teach people to believe in virtue, to believe in goodness, and to stick to one's heart even in the dark...

And in this way break all the shackles on their hearts, so that they can face themselves—

A "faith" that is not a "faith".

Never have I heard a speaker speak such words that spring from the doctrine itself, but rise above it...

All the supporters at the scene were shocked.

Then, their eyes began to flicker, as if they had realized something.

"This is the effect I want." Sean smiled in his heart, "I not only want to give them comfort and peace of mind, but also break the shackles that restrict their hearts...

Sean wanted to see what kind of energy the released people could radiate.

While he continued to speak impassionedly ~lightnovelpub.net~ Olivia, who was guarding the periphery of the factory, conveyed a message.

Sean frowned.

Tonight seems destined to be an extraordinary night...

Occasionally appear on the streets of the city late at night, making people inexplicably frightened and crazy, but a thing that even the exploration industry doesn't know much about—

A kind of dark energy fluctuation called "Night Terror" is secretly approaching the factory...

"The birth of a new idea always invites its test."

Like a storm coming, only Sean standing on the watchtower can see it.

However, he still spoke in a steady voice.

If this large factory building is a big ship sailing silently in the dark night...

If the storm is coming, let it come.