KNIGHTS OF LAZARD(Rise with dark hour)

where there's good side, there's always a bad side.

Once the gains were crushed into pale white powder, it was poured out into large net fiber cloth sheet. A silicon material mixture came down and rotated around the powder in a rough manner, letting pale flour pass down, gently netting. For few seconds this went on until, finally a surprising result appeared.

White flour was below in the drainer and light brown floor in the net which was poured out in a different container in the side.

Another kilogram of plain flour was added, this time direct inside the drainer and measuring it well. Once the kilogram was counted first three sacks were rapidly packed in the side and stood prepared on the board selling.

One: Plain flour.

Second: Brown flour

Third: White flour.

All stood readied with the stamp of Lazard on the sack. “And here you are knights. Our three full sacks. Plain, Brown and ground or you can say Plain flour, suppose it does can be called Atta.” introduced Wengen the last result of the processes.

“That’s amazing Wengen. It’s AWASOME!” excited Allison looking at the new flours.

“You really did separate three from one grain, sir” said Dan cheering.

“You are really awesome in this.” praised Haku looking at the sacks “Well done.”

“It’s not just my effort knights” replied Wengen approaching to them coming out from the panel selection “if you all six wouldn’t have fought bravely in the unexpected battle plus, evaded the plane from bursting out fire on the field I swear this would have been a dream for us till today..”

“Dream?!” exclaimed Kamran in perplexed “Do you mean to say that this was the first time you divided one grain of wheat into three different flours?!”

“Indeed” smiled Wengen at the question.

This was shocking to all as they stood there frozen by the act of the farmer. This man didn’t at all fear that his calculations might go wrong and the three flours may not appear or least panic that it may not be enough to make his experiment. Instead, he was too confident of his success that he shared it with the knights. Judging by his action, the knight felt empty from paying him back for such an exciting tour or at least saying thank you….this also wasn’t as easy as it look to pounces.

On the other side Wengen had his personal request rather than revving a present from them. While the knights were watching the three glorious looking fulfilled sacks, Tayoma returned into the factory after receiving the call saying, “Friends, Captain Raimon has given orders to report back to the base. He needs interdictions. A brief detail about the mission.” All heard him and Haku said,

“Well, this was a good relaxation. We really hope to bring our other friends sooner however all seem quite in machinery condition.”

“Above all our Captain need all of us to return soon. Let’s not waste time and return.” added Kamran with a smile. All six including the farmer nodded. They turned to the farmer Wengen and Haku blow by placing his fist on his heart saying,

“Thank you so much for your kind invitation. We really enjoyed your tour around the farm. It was an honor for us.”

“You’re Welcome. It’s my pleasure” Wengen returned the greeting with a respectful blow since he was also from the Organization named Knight hence he also copied the same greetings. However, when both rose, this time Wengen’s face turned grave, glazing his sight at all the six. He added,

“There is one thing I need to request specifically to you knights.” All six grew puzzled. He continued “It’s obvious that the knights are trying to restore the lifecycle on earth from any corner plus, rise the spirits of people from any sort of possibility however it’s not just this Knights. This isn’t anything what can be said as the start. Believe me when I say there are people who are trying to wage war, plot evil and raise this darkness into the ultimate level behind your backs. On the other hand, I am a farmer, I am not able to stand and watch them rising, I am no match to them. I would definitely lose my life. Hence, other than these battles and plotting seeds of destructors, there is something more important that can cause fuel to the fire. It’s not just about mysteries but, mysteries are been buried away for some reason which I cannot understand and give a detail about it which is why I request you all knights of Lazard humbly to please protect books.”

“Books?” surprised Allison.

“Yes, Books” answered Wengen nodding, “The knowledge I gave you six today, the sceneries you have noticed as a humble request please protect these knowledge even though, they are old and simple but they’re valuable. Please I request you all once again to please protect knowledge cause they are some events in the world that would wash all away. It’s very important.”

These statements puzzled all six knights into dump. How could there be a war of books at the time of dark hours?

How was it possible?

In a place where knowledge was required more than any event in the past and history?

Here someone IS really trying to burn them away?

It wasn’t making any sense for the knights. This puzzled all of the six fighters.

With a gentle smile, Wengen greeted them farewell and the Knights left out of the factory.

Crossing by the Winnowing area of wheat, some farmers weaves them high saying, “Goodbye” and some watched them laving as they felt pride of living inspired in their heart however not everyone are on the good side.

Where there’s good side, there’s always an evil eyes plotting hence here was the thing.

Few farmers were annoyed and angry just like the red sky over their heads. They whispered among themselves about themselves,

“Nah! Just look at those stupid. Coming and showing off their skills with toys in their hands. What benefits will it bring to us?”

“You’re right. They are useless and careless just like their own timing.” added his fellow, “No value of time or management of their event. They’re just toys who appears out of nowhere to help and then leave without a single word of wishes. Other Knights groups are better than them/”

“That’s right” said the third man “They’re just trash.”

A fourth person added his complain, “They arrived late. What could have happened if they were late than normal state? Our whole field would have wiped out. Not to mention, that ugly doom. They waste time everywhere. Just finish your mission and leave simply staying for interfering.” The other three agreed to it when a fifth person appeared among them running,

“SHH! Quiet down or else you will be heard.” warned the farmer to these thankless fellowmen, “Maybe

They heard it...” sweated the man as he looked back; he got horrified to find a knight, glaring back at them as he walked away.

“He heard us all….” melted the third farmer in fear, quickly returning to his work as he pretended that he wasn’t among them.

Just as the glaring knight arrived to his bike, Allison, who was standing by his bike, preparing to leave, questioned him, “What do they mean, Sero?”

Those fools spoke so loud that even he heard it. Without a proper answer, he replied, “Don’t get yourself distracted on them….”