"I've heard La Te mention you before, Mr. Hamilton. Good morning."
In the morning mist, the three people standing before Dawn Church exchanged greetings.
Though Bishop Owen looked elderly, he spoke with great vigor. He sized Shade up and down, then remarked to Priest Augustus that young people nowadays were far more spirited than those of their generation.
Bishop Owen was quite talkative and easily drew Shade into the subject of the Saint Prayer Festival activities they had just been discussing.
Every Saint Prayer Festival was the busiest time of year for Dawn Church, yet every year they had to come up with something new. The Orthodox Church was not some old-fashioned organization that failed to keep up with the times. This year, for instance, in addition to the traditional religious events, church tours, religious story performances in the church's side hall, and large-scale preaching and scripture lectures in Dawn Square, the church planned to produce simple promotional items to distribute to nonbelievers, expanding the influence of the Saint Prayer Festival and Dawn Church.
"What promotional item did the church ultimately choose?"
Shade was quite curious and asked the two elderly men.
"Something with the broadest reach, something that people would never throw away after receiving it and would cherish dearly."
Priest Augustus spoke, while Bishop Owen, standing near the wall, smiled and handed the item in his hand to Shade.
"Mr. Hamilton, then tell us from your perspective—what do you think of this?"
Shade leaned forward to look and saw a silver coin in the bishop's aged palm.
"A silver coin?"
He picked up the coin. One side bore the number "1053" and the words "Saint Prayer Festival," while the reverse displayed Mister Dawn's holy emblem. He lightly bounced it twice and was certain it was not pure silver.