"Among the new recruits, two anglers got mixed in."

The two firemen and the newly born Black Feather Guard were obviously shocked by the news, and the three of them looked at each other in astonishment.

"Who is it?" Mr. Hawkman frowned on his disc glasses. He has introduced the most newcomers recently, and he worries that he has made a mistake.

Mr. Shawshank said: "The secret meaning of the goddess is very meaningful. With her insight into the world, she clearly knows who the two fishermen are, but she didn't directly tell me their names..."

"The goddess means..." Henry Hart rolled his eyes slightly, "She wants us to catch these two big mice by ourselves."

Shawshank Rogers nodded: "Gentlemen, the initiation ceremony for this class of newcomers will be in two days. If I guessed correctly, these two mice cannot obtain the classics in the hands of the faithful, so they have a plan Yes, get your own "Night Breeze Long Poem" through the initiation ceremony, and then use this as evidence to denounce us...

"That is to say, the lady's test is ahead - for those devout believers, we still have a huge initiation ceremony and release a new "Long Poem of Night Wind". But on the other hand, you must think A way to ensure that this ancient book will not fall into the hands of those two people...

"What to do, I'm afraid you need to think of a way."

After saying this, Mr. Rogers crossed his hands, leaned back on the chair, and began to quietly listen to the discussion between the Fireman and the Black Feather Guard...

Two days passed. The Walters shoe factory is very quiet after nightfall. What outsiders don’t know is that although there are workbenches and machines in the factory building located in the center of the shoe factory, just adjust the positions of these things a little and place Ms. After the statues of the gods are placed, it becomes a solemn chapel.

Fifty-four people attended the initiation ceremony, and nearly half of them were newcomers. They stood in the middle of the crowd, and in the light of kerosene lamps, there was unconcealable anticipation and excitement in their eyes...

Mr. Rogers no longer presides over initiation ceremonies of this level, he just stands and watches from afar. After Henry Hart made a brief speech, he led the crowd to sing the confession in a low voice.

After the fixed confession words, Henry said: "Before you officially enter the religion, you must make your own confession here like midnight every day. After the confession, the door of the goddess will be opened to you." This is different from the usual initiation ceremony It's a little different. Usually, "Night Breeze Long Poem" is issued after the group recites, and the individual talk is a new link.

So, a group of newcomers performed self-embracing salutes and began to whisper...

Meanwhile, Cabul Lowry, who had been standing behind the machine, closed his eyes. Tonight, he put on his black Jack-level mask—Three Voices Nighthawk, wearing the black uniform issued to him by Mr. Rogers, with the badge representing the Black Featherguard on his chest. trifles

Three-voiced Nighthawk is a mask with extremely keen perception, he can easily identify various sounds in the night environment. Kabul closed his eyes, filled with psychic matter, and delicately swept over the mouths that were whispering...

Most people's lips are clear and firm, almost repeating their daily routines.

Then, as he wished, he heard a dissonant voice: it seemed to be confiding, but in fact it was just vaguely murmuring some meaningless words.

That means that in such an occasion, there is no one who really prays.

Fishermen understand a truth: Even if they are only minor gods, they also possess some divine powers that ordinary people cannot understand. Therefore, they dare not really confide to that lady with their evil intentions on weekdays. Because of disrespect, so guilty.

And at this important initiation ceremony, only those who don't really believe in Night Breeze will whisper in the crowd...

They thought that as long as they bowed their heads and closed their eyes, frowning and wriggling their lips, they could get away with it. Maybe I am still complacent about getting "Long Poem" in my heart. What they don't know is that...

After the confession was over, the trustees raised their heads one after another. The chapel was extremely quiet, and the sound of several people walking quickly could be heard. People looked in the direction of the footsteps in unison.

There unexpectedly came out a mystery seeker dressed in black, with a black feather badge reflecting the light on his chest.

Not only that, but behind him were four strong men in black uniforms. The difference is that they don't wear masks, and they don't have that cold badge on their chests.

No need to explain, everyone knows that these people exist to defend the sincerity and purity of belief. They walked into the crowd and pulled the two of them out.

Tavern regular Chandler, shoe shiner Nick.

Mr. Hopman, who was standing in the crowd, frowned and moved his throat: these two people were joined by his preaching.

"You... what are you doing!?" Although he was a little afraid of the explorer, Chandler still pretended to be surprised. trifles

"What are you doing?" The voice of the three Nighthawks was very cold, "I want to ask you, what is the purpose of coming here tonight?"

"Of course it's for joining the church!" Chandler roared loudly, Nick's face was pale and he dared not make a sound. Then, trying to break free from the grip of the two men in black, the larger man forced himself into a self-embrace and shouted, "This is how you treat new converts?! Ladies are listening! You How can you treat it like this..."

"Shut up, Chandler!" Mr. Hopman came out, pointing directly at the struggling man: "You and Nick, you two are from the Pink Detective Agency!" Mr. Hopman had already Got it all - before, he was stalked and harassed by guys from the Pink Detective Agency, and not long after that, Chandler and Nick appeared in front of him...

I only blame myself for being eager to preach, but I was deceived by these two people.

Chandler quietly swallowed, and quickly denied: "What Pink Detective Agency, I don't know what you're talking about!"

"That lady's torch will burn all those who have evil intentions!" The elegant Hopman looked as if he was going to kill someone at the moment, "You deceitful person! How dare you put your hand on the "Long Poem" and swear ?!"

"Why don't you dare!" Chandler still roared, but his tone had dropped. The two men in black let go of their hands. He straightened his collar and walked towards Hopman who was holding a book of "Long Poems"... 脞

His throat moved again~lightnovelpub.net~ He knew Ms. Hershey's divine power, otherwise, he and Nick wouldn't have been picked out so easily tonight. If he really put his hand on the black book and swears... He glanced at the torch held high by the lady behind Hopman...

If you really put your hand on it and swear, you will definitely be burned into a ball of ashes.

In order to survive, Chandler suddenly jumped up, trying to escape from the crowd like a crazy bear!

The black feather guard sneered, tapped his toes to the ground lightly, and with a flutter of black wings behind him, he slid silently to Chandler's side. With a light wave of his arm, a black feather was accurately nailed to the ankle of the fleeing man. Chandler rolled to the ground, clutching his feet and screaming in pain...

Three Nighthawks stood in front of Chandler, turning his head to look at the painful fisherman, as if looking at a mouse caught by him.

Since the buffs given by the goddess are very suitable, Cabul Lori is stronger than other people with the same mask.

And this black feather guard, burning in his heart was a firm and inextinguishable silver flame. trifles