On the fifth floor of the Quest Association, outside the window of the God Supply Company.

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

"The Leprosy Prophet" and "The Court Jester".

Mary couldn't understand their urgent state. If it wasn't for the fact that the first floor hall of the association had a mechanism to prevent the entry of evil seekers, she would have thought that an out-of-control incident was going to happen here tonight...

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

"Yes, Mr. Explorer." Mary repeated what she just said. "The supply of the mist of elixir is limited. In order to ensure that most explorers can use it, the association requires us to limit purchases here."

The leper prophet looked to both sides.

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

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

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

Mary first glanced at the leper prophet in a bit of amazement, then glanced at the envelope, her throat moved indiscernibly...

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

The car started, and the two left in silence.

In the dark compartment, the two of them touched their hands unconsciously, and the extra four hourglass-shaped glass bottles...

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

The extra money was "honoured" to the front desk of the supply company.

However, it is unlikely that they want to take more - even if they dare to borrow and stock up, the company's employees do not have the courage to cooperate.

"Dude," the leper prophet suppressed his excitement and lowered his voice, "if we can get four bottles of this stuff every month...

He turned his head, as if worried that his companions would not understand the significance of this matter.

"Our team is equal to an additional medical explorer!"

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

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

The two exchanged glances tacitly.

As the first explorers to taste the sweetness of the mist of elixir, they knew that even though this thing has an official price, due to the limited purchase, the price will definitely go up in private transactions.

So, if you can have some reserves in your hand...

As explorers, they will have a much better 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 fringe of the lower city, outside the old site of the original "Fisher Miner Equipment Factory", which is inaccessible.

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

Three long and two short, three long and two short, the rhythm is like the cry of a nightingale.

A small door opened on the back door, and the person inside asked, "What's the matter with such a good night?"

"We came here to honor her glory and thank her for listening." The two outside the door embraced themselves.

Henry Hart in the back door, on the small notebook, put a tick after the code corresponding to his name.

He opened the door, and the two of them dodged inside.

"Are we late?" Following Henry Hart into the factory building, Mr. Berry said nervously, "There are night watchmen on Perris Street tonight, and we won't set off until they leave..."

Henry Hart turned, and the lantern illuminated his eyes behind the lenses—

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

The Berry couple, who were attending the party for the first time, looked at each other with relief in their eyes...

As new supporters, they were 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. Hershey, repeatedly stated that Mr. Rogers was a generous man...

They still want to make a better first impression.

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

However, the three people walking inside, as if they were completely integrated into the night, would not be harmed by the environment.

Under the leadership of Henry Hart, he walked into a workshop that looked dark from the outside.

After entering, you can see the warm candlelight inside and the faces of Zhang Anning.

A dozen other believers have already arrived. Seeing the Berrys coming, the Hopmans even stood up, eyes bright with relief.

The two of them walked into the crowd under the leadership of the Hopman couple and saw the quiet gentleman standing on the stage.

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

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

The other party also responded to this.

His kind attitude made the two latecomers feel a lot more relaxed...

Standing on the stage, Sean's eyes glanced around: Carman, a laundry worker, Louis, a used car salesman, Helen, an elementary school teacher...

All the old faces from the first party came, and fourteen new faces were added—

Gu Huang The number of supporters of Ms. Hershey has increased to twenty-two.

Sean 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 reverence for the world, more than two dozen people were reverently united under his banner.

"It's growing faster than I expected."

He thought so, watching the Berrys take their seats...

It was still the quiet candlelight, and the faces were still peaceful and a little excited.

Sean controlled Rogers, cleared his throat secretly, and said in a low tone that could be heard by everyone present: "Everyone sleeps, you are the only one awake—"

The opening remarks grabbed the attention of the twenty-two people present.

Sean could feel that they even slowed down.

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

"Forget to listen to your inner voice.

"Ms. Hershey 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, and in the candlelight, some people's eyes were shining.

"Everyone must have already read this book..." 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 stand that served as a podium, but now he suddenly stood up straight.

"What I want to say is—actually, Ms. Hershey doesn't need your faith."

He has always been strictly constrained by other beliefs. When the audience suddenly heard Sean's speech, they all showed expressions of astonishment.

Don't need our faith?

What does it mean?

Are we left behind?

Surrounded by shocked expressions, Sean continued: "It's not so much that we are a 'sect', it is better to say that we are a mutual aid society.

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

"Different from other beliefs. Unlike those beliefs that have required adherents to spend money on indulgences,

"It's different from those 'beliefs' that suppress true insights in order to maintain their own flawed teachings..."

Sean paused to let the audience understand that he was referring to certain seemingly decent but actually corrupt beliefs, and then continued: "If you can appreciate the meaning of this book, you will know--

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

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

"If you can be true to yourself, if you can be worthy of your conscience, if you can choose to talk and listen reverently even 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 limit and imprison people's hearts.

But Sean thinks differently - he intends to do the opposite.

After he had the spiritual realm, he didn't really plan to create an old-fashioned "religion", and it was just reluctance to call "Ms. Hershey" a "faith".

After some in-depth thinking, his plan is:

Use an idol image and "doctrine" worthy of belief to teach people to believe in virtue, goodness, and stick to their original heart in the dark night...

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

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

I have never heard a preacher speak such words that originate from the doctrine itself, but are beyond the doctrine...

All the supporters at the scene were shocked~lightnovelpub.net~ 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 sleep, but also break the shackles that limit the mind...

Sean would like to see what kind of energy the people who are released can bloom.

While he continued to speak impassively, Olivia, who was guarding the periphery of the factory, delivered 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 terrified and mad, but a thing that even the exploration industry does not know well--

A kind of dark energy fluctuation called "night terror" is actually approaching the factory secretly...

"The birth of a new idea will always lead to a test of it."

Just like the coming storm, only Sean standing on the watchtower saw it.

However, he still spoke in a steady voice.

If we say that this big factory is a big ship sailing silently in the dark night...

The rainstorm is coming, let it come.

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