The Modern Age of the Mysterious Chapter 550

Secret gatherings are different from ordinary missions, and they are only possible to participate after multiple contacts and confirmation that the newcomers have initially firmed up their beliefs.

Therefore, it stands to reason that it is impossible for people without candles to appear at the meeting.

When a person's candle of faith is not lit, but still appears at the seminar, it can only mean one thing: this person already has other beliefs, or has no willingness to listen - he pretends that he has returned change, and choose to participate in secret meetings for other reasons.

"Since ancient times, only the act of taking gold from the sand has never been the act of adding sand to the gold... Remember."

Mr. Shawshank Rogers' earnest admonition still remains in the hearts of the Hopmans, so they have always been cautious about mission——

They will only consider preaching to others if they are recommended by a credible person.

After the moderate preaching, it is confirmed that the other party has a preliminary belief before inviting to participate in such a secret meeting.

However, despite being so careful, the party scene was still mixed with scheming people.

"It's a fisherman..." Sean gritted his teeth.

"Fisherman" is a unique bounty profession in Newlander, a constitutional country. They will pretend to join various secret religious organizations and earn bonuses by reporting them.

Many unsanctioned minority beliefs were almost destroyed by these bounty hunters.

Sean didn't expect that when his followers were only forty people, he met a fisherman!

At this time, the party at the Hopman couple's home had come to an end, and the well-meaning couple, who were completely kept in the dark, gave "The Long Poem of the Night Wind" to the three new entrants present.

The secret party was over, two of them had their candles lit vigorously, and the other one still had no light at all.

The person represented by the darkness was a man in his early thirties. The man had a humble smile on his face, and it was impossible to tell what he was thinking from his appearance.

It has been confirmed. Sean gritted his teeth and quickly turned his attention to the man guarding the black mansion.

Shawshank Rogers, meditating, moved quickly.

His eyes looked at the direction of New York City, dozens of kilometers away.

In the metropolis that was gradually sleeping, he saw eight faint golden spots flickering——

Those were the "absolute coordinates" that Shawshank left behind in several unmanned spots in the city.

Every coordinate has been hidden, even if a Queen-level explorer spies with spiritual essence, it is difficult to find it.

Mr. Rogers closed his eyes and sketched the architecture of the city in his mind.

With the help of the statue of the goddess, his mind leaped to Pelis Street, and saw that the Hopmans were sending the three new believers out of the house.

Looking around from this position, Shawshank quickly locked the coordinates of the point closest to this place.

Staring at it, he turned his left hand to the "Blood Rose" on his chest. The anti-summoning mechanism took effect, and the bishop of the night was sent dozens of kilometers away, and appeared at the place where the absolute coordinates were located - an apartment building that has not been seen for many years. Inside the empty house where people live.

The street lights downstairs in the apartment have been extinguished, and Shawshank Rogers in a cape flew out of the third-floor balcony like a gust of night wind, gliding for a while over the dark road with the unfolded spiritual substance, and after touching the ground. Turning around the corner like a ghost, not even the wild cat on the fence noticed the whole process.

The man whose candle of faith was not lit, with a proud and excited smile on his face, was walking quickly on the road holding the "Long Poem of the Night Wind" he just got.

He wants to go to the indoctrination center at the end of Pelis Street, and hand over this religious tome to the indoctrination officer who is on duty.

After that, he will receive a $240 bonus in recognition of his contribution to the fight against illegal beliefs.

Even if he chose the nearest teleportation point, Mr. Shawshank Rogers was about two kilometers away from the young man.

Under the shelter of the night, Sean controlled his black knight to keep throwing out the esoteric hook, constantly shortening the distance...

However, still not fast enough.

Because the fisherman's pace is very fast.

He had a bad hunch tonight. Maybe the minority belief that he had just mingled with involved the night. He was worried that something would catch up with him in the night, so he quickened his pace.

After passing through the dark neighborhood, he could already see the indoctrination center at the end of the street.

The diamond-shaped sign above the eaves exuded a light that reassured him, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

Outside the brightly lit indoctrination center, there stood an indoctrination officer in a black uniform and a helmet. He seemed to enjoy the quiet of the night very much. we...

It's close, it's close!

The young man could already see the silver badge on the indoctrination officer's hat and the whiskers under his nose.

The young fisherman began to trot.

Just put this black book in the hands of that officer, and just tell him that the Hopmans on the rue de Perez are doing illegal dissemination...

He will get the bonus.

And that belief that belongs to the night will also be sanctioned by the divine court, and it will collapse!

The young man grinned and shouted forward happily, "Hi, sir!"

The education officer on the night shift heard the voice, and with his hands behind his back, he turned his attention to the young man who was walking: "What's the matter?"

The young man trotted a few steps, only to accidentally bump into a passing gentleman.

"Oh, sorry!" The gentleman raised his hat.

The young man didn't care, he just continued to walk forward and walked in front of the education officer.

"What's the matter, young man?" The bearded officer pointed at the young man and motioned him to calm down in a calm voice.

The fisherman still had a happy smile on his face, and the white swirls in his eyes disappeared like stirred foam.

What he wanted to say, he clearly remembered what he really wanted to say...

But he hesitated for a long time, forgetting what he wanted to say.

His mind was blank, and he didn't know what he was doing in front of the education officer.

Seeing the young man's appearance, the education officer let go of his back, turned his head slightly, and looked at the young man with suspicious eyes: "Are you here to have fun with the officer?"

"No, no!" The young man waved his hands hastily. "No—I just passed by and wanted to say hello to you!"

The law enforcement officer in black took an impatient breath and began to reprimand this reckless and rude young man...

In the distance, the gentleman who had just hit the young man turned the corner.

He has an angular, slightly vicissitudes of life face, but with a warm expression.

He was empty-handed when he was walking on the street before, but now he has a black book in his hand.

A book that was originally distributed to the wrong person.

"Those who lack piety, I know that your astray only stems from your greed and ignorance."

The gentleman in black walked silently on the street, and the sound of his calm footsteps sounded on the deserted street.

The darkness covered him so well~www.mtlnovel.com~ made him look like a shadow.

"So, the goddess will not punish you for it.

"However, as her messenger, I will take back the two things I gave you—

"One is this black classic." Fingers run across the slightly rough spine.

"The other is those precious memories involving the night wind and candlelight..."

Shawshank Rogers sighed softly on the street late at night: "Young man, what a pity.

"For that little bounty...

"You don't know what you're missing."

On the street at night, a figure disappeared, as if it had never appeared before.

And belonging to Yefeng's belief, those forty candles are still lit peacefully.

Chapter end

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