Chapter 118. Rose Cross Society

Silver Horn Bay, home of the Pelican.

The roof of the house of Pelican was covered with white tiles, and at the top was a statue of a Pelican with its wings spread. There was a bulging bag on its jaw. It opened its mouth slightly, and a letter was held between its beak. Whether it was the letter that was as thin as a cicada's wing, or every feather of the Pelican, they were all vivid and lifelike, moving rhythmically in the breeze.

This was a special place that belonged to both the Blosoro Mercenary Association and the Nightingale's family. However, most of the people who came and went here every day were messengers and postmen from different families. Only occasionally would there be mercenaries and Nightingale who came to take on missions.

The house of Pelicans believed in several principles at the same time, such as [Fulfill Your Mission], [Never Unwrap A Customer's Package], and so on. Therefore, this place was particularly strict. Other than the public mailbox, other services such as long-distance shipping and storage of goods were all complicated. Even players had to do a lot of things on the interface.

The work area was even more of a forbidden area. the storage area where large quantities of goods were stored had attracted countless thieves. Every night, there would be people who came here to deliver their heads.

Char stepped in from the front door, and a sharp-eyed staff member immediately came up to her.

He had seen a lot of customers like Char, and judging from his hurried appearance, he was usually here to pick up something. However, with his excellent memory, no one had come here recently to store it, so it was most likely someone else's.

This involved a series of troublesome procedures, and it was possible to disturb the security guards-most of the time, it would be a mess.

Therefore, he decided to quickly stabilize the other party and avoid a dispute in advance.

"Please."

"Password: lettuce, onion, Ogre's hind leg. I'm looking for Mr. Fredrick from Examination Room No. 4. Please do it as soon as possible. Thank you."

The staff was stunned for a few seconds, and only snapped out of his daze when Char snapped her fingers in front of him.

"Oh, oh, I'll go now!"

He turned around and left.

The Pelican house had an emergency password every day, which represented an urgent matter that could overstep the boundaries of red tape. It was usually used to serve the privileged, such as the higher-ups of the Mercenary Association, Elven nobles, officials from the United Holy Kingdom, and even military intelligence.

He thought that something important had happened, so he hurried to check the password with the person in the fourth examination room for fear of any delay.

After sending the other party away, Char did not stay idle and took the opportunity to walk towards the Pelican house's warehouse.

The letter had been written by Grinvy Orson. The content was simple and straightforward. She had given him a serial number and the contents of the item stored in it.

Two people.

She had left two people in the Pelican House!

One was Johnny Orson, and the other was Gedia.

He did not say anything else.

She did not even leave a receipt for Char to retrieve the goods!

Char was speechless.

It had happened a week ago that Ninja Blade had driven this woman away, which meant that these two gay men had been locked up together for seven days! In the past, in order to avoid being hunted down, he had vented his hatred in the cargo area of the house of Pelicians. He knew what it felt like to stay in there. If these two were really locked up for seven days, who knew if they were still alive?

That was why he was so anxious!

Char had been to Silver Horn Bay's Pelican home dozens of times, so he was familiar with the place. The place was built on a huge Banyan Tree, and the work area was complicated. If one was not careful, they would get lost. Fortunately, the staff had extraordinary memory and were comparable to human cameras.

Char took a shortcut and appeared at the door of Fredrick's office before he was taken away by the staff in Examination Room No. 4. Both of them looked up and were shocked.

"This is the gentleman," the staff said.

Hearing this, Fredrick raised his head in surprise. "I..."

"Shhh!"

Char made a gesture, while his other hand made a strange gesture.

From this angle, only Fredrick could see his movements. His expression changed slightly, and he nodded slightly at Char before sending the staff away.

"Please come in."

"No need." Char shook his head and said in the air of a capable soldier, "I'm here on the orders of Sergeant Major Orivande to retrieve a few items."

He reported a series of numbers.

Fredrick nodded and led the way.

The two of them seemed to be carrying out some secret mission. They walked hurriedly and walked out of the work area along a narrow path.

When they arrived at the storage area and there was no one around, Fred suddenly slowed down and waited for Char to catch up.

"The brilliance of the stars, illuminating all things," Char said in a low voice.

"May the rose bloom on your cross." Char replied. historical

Fred heaved a sigh of relief and looked at Char with a gentler expression.

I thought there were no more members of the order in the entire Silver Horn Bay.

Char shrugged and did not comment.

The Rose Cross Society, a secret missionary group in Andaheim, had existed for a long time. It was an organization similar to the easternmost magic dormitory society. It did not have a spiritual core and was originally a group of idle elves who had nothing better to do. It had existed before the arrival of the United Holy Kingdom.

The Elves themselves had no faith, or rather, they believed in a God that did not exist. The sun in the sky, the Lord of Sun. However, the United Holy Kingdom said that the sun was created by the Seven Holy Spirits. Since you believe in the Sun, then you might as well believe in the Seven Holy Spirits. You can force all Elves to believe in the Seven Holy Spirits.

As a result, most of the elves chose to believe in the Holy Spirit, and the Rose Cross Society grew stronger.

It had even become orthodox.

"I'd rather die than believe in the Seven Holy Spirits. I'll just believe in this."

That was what most of the new believers thought.

Over time, it had become a haven for the soul to rest.

When players were around level 45, they could receive a [Midsummer Night Dream] mission in Grinland. It was a skit-like mission, and the final reward was a chance to join the game.

Although it was a playful organization, it had taken in many mages who were unwilling to believe in the Holy Spirit. These powerful mages jointly invented a kind of verbal spell called [Holy Word], or a curse, which vaguely formed a kind of order.

If Char spoke the password and acknowledged her identity, she would receive a very handsome cross debuff. It would appear on her chest like a tattoo, but there was no rose wrapped around it, which meant it was fake. As a result, it would attract the members 'ill feelings, and they might even hunt him down.

Hence, Char neither admitted nor denied it, and simply brushed it off.

However, the password was real, and the tiger skin he was using was also real.

Fred relaxed after recognizing Char. He was no longer as serious as before, and did not even bother with the inspection process-this was what Char was most concerned about. That woman, Grinvy, did not give him any proof at all, so he had no choice but to do this.

It was not a good thing to have a cross on his chest. The people from the Rose Cross Society were more interesting than one another. They were friendly and nice to talk to. He did not want to be their enemy.

The two of them came to the door of the warehouse where the goods were stored.

It was a building similar to a halfling's underground house, and Fred used a key to open the one-meter diameter birch door.

Behind the door, there were two men hugging each other.

Char hurriedly went up to check for breath.

Thank God!

They were still alive!