KNIGHTS OF LAZARD(Rise with dark hour)

Peterconny and the Red mailbox

“Cool! Allison, that was amazing!” commented the youth named Zack as ten other boys gathered up around the abnormal boy “we didn’t expect such a brilliant performance from you, buddy,” said David with a smile.

“To be honest! It was a miracle to see a great sportsman and that also like your physical condition to be a high performer.”

“Yes! That’s true!” added Romeo by his fellow words in excitement as it could be seen how his smile beaming on his face by the result.

“We are all lost of words, Allison”.

“Thank you so much, I appreciate everyone’s kind words” thanked Allison for nodding “your words would give me the courage to flow more with my training.” This made all grin in pleasure.

“Question, Allison” contested Shinn catching the teenager’s attention on himself “would you like to share with us how you managed to be this good? Or at least who was your close coach on this training?”

Everyone here in the base of Lazard was close to each other in friendship just like a branch is connected with several leaves in a single side of a tree. They all, in full entrust, opened their opinions for each other, added their reviews for one another plus, questioned among one another like a true brotherhood. Though they all, twenty of them had strong control of their tongue avoiding any mischief language or disagreement, they know all shared one fate due to which this kept them a stronghold.

Allison felt this strong spirit energy evaporating from each youth which made him get strengthen in his guts “well,” he replied as all ears were opened to him “to be honest I was taken care of by a man who ran his business in the underground store as I mentioned earlier, he gave me some piece advice among which one was added saying that if I need to survive on my own along with just an arm I need to be flexible. As flexible as the softest marshmallow with no difficulties in taking shifts or twists”.

“WOW! That’s out of words!” all praised him.

“This means your dodging mode will be absolutely outstanding” delighted Romeo.

“I am sure yet, Romeo” replied Allison adding that since he didn’t enter a close combat battling range so he’s not quite aware of his abilities.”

“Oh! I see” nodded the marshmallow-haired boy.

“Then all we can say is good luck and wait for a change” included Kazumi by his fellow sentence by which all agreed.

As Allison watched all, a palm rested upon his right shoulder, he looked at his side who was his growing pal Sero, he nodded at him and Allison smiled nodding back.

Just then, a voice called “Allison!” all wriggled back and found Edward along with the arrival man approaching towards them.

Some gave way as the two joined up and Edward enunciated to the dark green-haired youth “Allison, Mister Peterconny wishes to meet with you. An unknown envelope arrived in his office which is giving him a state of turmoil and he wishes to speak to you.”

“Sure, no problem” agreed on Allison.

A contest was carried out for him whether he wishes to have a conversation in a private state or public.

On the reply, Allison agreed on both so, it was chosen public since Allison was willing to share his matter among all the other youngsters around him.

The man dressed in postman uniform presented his left palm introducing “good day, Mister Allison, my name is Peterconny Macwellam. Everyone here calls me by my first name. I am the Chief Director of mails, SMS, emails, application messages to Lazard. All the messages received are all under my in charge which is a form of side help to the main control0 room. Pleased to meet you, young boy.” “Pleasant to meet to you too, sir. It’s an honor for me.” said Allison as both shook heads firmly.

With a little cough, the man began “you see, as I mentioned earlier of my status, me and my team takes full cautions about the message we receive which can be called from bothy mobile phones or letter wise. Since the Red Apo calypso banished the entire community and moral life, we are trying to awake the world with the technologies that we carry with us. And if we call from the society’s side, they have the only device by their side which was accepted be living till today and that is the mobile phones”. Furthermore, he explained to Allison in detail that since they succeed in launching connection signals around the Red world, some people who had great love for their mobile and kept them aside from themselves till today, are using it in a form of misleading, that is sending unnecessary messages like nonstop greeting, or complains we don’t have income, we don’t have hope. We want employers for us plus, we need to start a new business by you, all these similar messages or calls, the communication department under the director are well aware. They’re experts, greatly experienced that they understand crystal clear who is fake and who is needed, adding by dedicating the time slap of the send message or the area from where it came. No one could cheat or play tricks on them. All had to be aware of this time plus, this department had played a perfect role in aiding the main hall staff. While the upper staffs are focused on guarding the Knights in their missions, without any tension the communication department is enjoying replying to the fake messages with scraps and teases. By hearing this, the Knights around Peterconny chortled and Allison smiled saying, well I guess it’s not easy work”.

“Nothing is easy in this world, my friend” exclaimed the man delighted as he appeared in his personal form “this is the true nature from the beginning. That’s why we are human beings.”

The youth could only nod at his word as his thoughts went on his right arm thinking how difficult it was for him.

“Allison” called the man.

“Yes!” replied the youth.

“You have recently attended two missions, right?” asked Peterconny “did you notice red mailboxes around?”

“Yes, I did what were those for?”

The man coughed a little and explained with the words “hen let me explain the term of the red box.”

A red box is an object placed at every street, city, desolated land in ruins, wastelands, plain land plus habitat and nonhabitat era. These boxes are designed like the mailboxes of the 18 century in the past world however, they’s been operating from the inside according to the latest technology under the custody of the Knights.

Giving it an outlook of the mailbox was a personal touch of the designer hence, this box is automatically connected to the base of Lazard inside the communication department’s computer system. It accepts all kinds of messages mailed or posted by any form of material not specific for a paper is required for it. It accepts inside its post leaves, hard rocks, spoiled paper, pieces of clothing, crumbles of note, plastic material, flower petal in common anything that has a letter written on it messages written on it. Once it’s been added inside the box, the technology crushes it into tiny data detecting on the words inside its system while the rest debris of the material is been buried underground that is located right below the base of the mailbox. Within the speed of one second, this collective data is delivered directly inside the computing system of the communication department where they receive emergency messages, needy supplies, or lost from any part of the land. This message is then sent to the main control room where they receive the call and the rest goes to the Captain’s lead.

On some occasion, due to harsh weather or a low rating of signal these boxes goes offline, however, one side that is still malfunctioning is that it notifies the department that a message awaits in the offline box which is then later received by the Knights to bring it to the base.

These types of cases are rare such as the one that occurred during the heatwave attack in the wheat field. Thus, this is how the communication department was accessing its service for the Knights of Lazard.

“Do you get me now Mister Allison?” contested the man named Peterconny as he concluded his speech.

“WOW! That’s amazing, sir” commented the young boy amazed adding how wonderful this Knight’s organization was for humanity to rise in the dark hour.

“I am sure we will be giving our best to all the kind.” everyone around smiled nodding at each other.

Perterconny coughed little, gaining all the attention towards him, he grew serious speaking “there is a reason that why I came here in the middle of my work. I didn’t this because I have a confusion to be solved from you, Mister Allison Crode.”

“Excuse me, sir. Is everything alright?”

“No, not really” came up with a direct answer from the director Peterconny. This puzzled all these Knights around including Allison himself wondering what might have happened all of a sudden in his absence.

Peterconny dived into his pocket replying “you do remember I mentioned the letter turning into data earlier, right?” the boy was dumb as Peterconny continued “we received a letter that didn’t take any form of changing, neither a data nor a material. We tried ti open it without disturbing the letter how, however, it won’t move a bit. It stayed in its pose without causing any error. The problem is not that it isn’t opening the main thing is, it has got a name in it and that refers to you.” he pulled out an envelope presenting it to the youth.

This envelope had a small crystal at the end as it was completely absent from any stamp, address, or signature. Only two-piece of writing was printed on the front plan side: ‘Allison Crode’

“I think this is yours,” said the man presenting it in front of him.

All the young lads in the circle were growing curious to see what would it be carrying. A letter that couldn’t change its form even by using the latest technology, what could it be holding inside? From whom is it?

Everyone waited to see the receiver’s reaction. To their surprise, Allison wasn’t panicked or dumbfounded by it, instead, he was smiling.

Smiling?

In delight by gazing at the letter. “I never expected it to even reach here, what a coincidence” was his comment on it.

Obviously, by his words, he knew such letters were commonly coming to him but, from his expression, it could be read that he was kind of puzzled that how did it make its way through here? That wasn’t expected. Hence, Allison took over the letter. He was about to open it when he heard, “you can attend it privately, Allison” which stopped him.

He gawked at his right to find Sero standing with his arm folded while the left one was pointing in its direction. Allison turned his gaze in the pointed direction to find the table tennis era at its point that was empty.

Allison just nodded saying “I would love to explain to you the details behind this envelope. This place will be its location from now onwards. So before I get to the details please let me run with the letter and see what it says” he took the permission of the director who nodded and raised his hand weaving as a signal to get going and take your time.

Allison quit the circle while the others waited on their spots similar to the director who switched himself to Edward, with his hands joined behind his back, both began their conversation.