After a night of conversation, Michelle only knew a rough idea of her name, Senel. But she has never revealed where Senel is from.

Early in the morning, the old man made a hearty breakfast, omelette, bacon with toast, and mellow hot milk, Michelle grew up like a grandfather who had never done this, presumably the resistance to the living Michelle's grandfather was just a joke, after all, his enthusiasm was on breakfast.

"Child, where do you live in the Holy City?" Migil asked with a greasy mouth.

Senel sliced the omelette little by little with his knife and fork, his eyes lowered and projected on the table, but he never answered, just shook his head slightly.

The old man patted his beer belly, he was in trouble, after all, finding her family was the most important thing. But Senel was always reticent and did not want to communicate much at all.

"Come on! Mine for you! Michelle gave the bacon on his plate to Senel.

"Hey...... What a weird kid......"

"Bang knock!" The door of the crystal shop was kicked open, and the dazzling sunlight outside was so dazzling.

"Master, please come with us......" A red-clothed apocalypse who took the lead walked out of the sunlight.

Mijr put down his knife and fork, patted his belly, wiped the oil and water from his beard, and then pinched the apocalypse's shoulder, rubbing the greasy oil on his chest unhurriedly.

"Don't you see, my child and I are having breakfast?" Migil glanced at him contemptuously.

"Please!" The red-clothed Apocalypse didn't care about his arrogant attitude, and was about to leave with the Holy Knight and Mizel.

"Grandpa!" Michelle panicked and stepped forward to stop him.

"Stay here!" Mijr turned and roared.

"Grandpa......"

"Wait until I get back......"

The Red-Clad Apocalypse's eyes looked so oozing as if they had been soaked in blood, and he turned his head to glance at Michelle and Senel at the table, muttering, "What a good boy......

"Bang knock!" The door was shut, the uncomfortable sunlight outside was gone, and the interior was plunged into darkness.

"They are the Red Cardinals, the spokesmen of God, a group of demons......" Senel finally raised his head and spoke.

Michelle asked, "Where are they taking my grandfather?" ”

"Recently, there has been a war outside, and it is estimated that the Red Cardinal is recruiting craftsmen to build armaments."

"They can come to invite your grandfather in person, it seems that the old man's craftsmanship must be not bad in this holy city, right?"

"Impossible! My grandfather spent all day in the tavern, never casting crystals, and no one in the shop. ”

Senel calmly got up and put away the utensils on the table, and said, "Who dares to show it in the Holy City, let alone your grandfather's ......"

Senel walked over to the counter, took out two muskets from the drawer, tucked them around his waist and tied them with belts, and then turned and walked out the door.

"How do you know where my grandfather's firebolt is?"

Senel pointed to his nose and said calmly, "Smell ......"

"Go ......"

"Where are you going?" Michelle was confused.

Senel pushed the door open, the dazzling sunlight shining on her long golden hair, her blue eyes glinting.

"Save ......"

Michelle was taken by Senel to the central square of the Holy City, where the crowd had gathered early, and in front of the pillar of Ji Gong in the center of the square was a towering cross, on which a bloody man was tied, and he was exposed to the sun.

Most of the people in the Holy City are accustomed to the judgment in the middle of the square, because recently there are often prisoners being tried here, most of them who have rebelled against God and questioned the Red Cardinal. It's like being used to watching a mime, people don't care about men, women, young and old, they will always watch with relish below, and no matter who the prisoner on the cross is, why he is being judged, no one cares whose blood is shed on the execution ground, they are just spectators, and all the spectators have to do is watch.

"Senel! Slow down! Michelle took Senel's hand for fear that she would be scattered in the crowd.

Suddenly, Senel stood still, and Michelle finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Senel stood in the crowd looking up at the prisoner on the cross, her eyes twinkling with a little emotion.

"Who is he?" Michelle asked.

However, before Senel could answer, the crowd dispersed the two. There are a mix of mermaids, women carrying baskets, drunkards, traders, farmers, children...... They couldn't be more ordinary, and they just like these unusual things.

The Holy Knight enclosed the cross tightly, and when the crowd was almost over, the presiding judge solemnly raised his sword and said, "Anyone who disobeys and questions God is an enemy of the Church, an enemy of the Empire, and an enemy of the world." ”

"Kill him! Kill him! Most of the people shouting at the bottom were rich merchants and nobles in the city.

The man on the cross stood up his bloody eyelids against the scorching sun above his head, and he scanned the people below, the invective and disdainful gaze around him poked at him. His long drooping hair covered his eyes, and the corners of his mouth slightly curled in response to people's scolding.

Senel squeezed out of the crowd and stood in front of him, her eyes only hurting, as if the world was about to judge the most innocent of people, as if one had seen the aurora and the ocean and the stars before he went blind.

She knew how great the man who was tied to the cross was, he was the awakening and the precursor of the ignorance of this world, but she could not escape the fate of being the enemy of the great world.

Meanwhile, in the alley in the northwest corner, a man in a cloak sped across the rooftop, carrying a bundle of rags behind him.

"Ping!" An iron hook shot into the stone wall of the bell tower, and the man quickly climbed up the rope with agility.

After climbing to the top, the man ripped off the rags behind him, placed a homemade "Galileo" on the ground, and then quickly lay down and merged with the bell tower.

"Smack!" He placed a candle on the ground and lit it with the kindling he had with him, causing it to tremble slightly as the breeze swept through the flames. He said silently, "The air here is really damp and smelly......

In the middle of the square, Senel walked slowly towards the cross, and the people on the bell tower quickly noticed her.

"What is this girl going to do!" The man aimed at Senel with "Galileo".

The paladins near the cross watched the restless crowd below, and the Red Cardinal's prisoners could only die under their judgment, and no one could interfere.

Senel slowly raised the fire gun in her hand in the crowd and aimed it at the head of the paladin, her hands trembling slightly, she was afraid but she couldn't be afraid......

Just as she was about to pull the trigger, the man on the cross suddenly raised his head and looked at her in the crowd. The crowd down there was too noisy, they were too noisy......

"Tear~" The prisoner on the cross broke free from his nailed right hand, and blood kept flowing down his arm. "Smack!" A flaming torch was thrown onto the dry pyre beneath the cross, and tongues of fire devoured greedily upwards. The prisoner looked at Senel with a firm gaze, he slowly raised his right hand, raised an index finger and put it in front of his lips, "Shh~"

"Bang!" There was a loud bang from the heights of the northwest corner, and a munition pierced his head, and blood gushed out, soaking the entire cross and the fire. Senel's eyes suddenly opened, she couldn't believe what was in front of her, and the prisoner's head tilted and burned in the fire with a smile, and the world seemed to be extremely quiet at that moment......

"Ahh Yes! The screaming crowd below began to flee in all directions.

In the confusion, Senel was the only one standing motionless, her eyes scarlet as she looked at the man on the cross, unable to believe what had just happened.

"Senel!" Michelle finally found her frozen in place, rushed forward and immediately grabbed her hand and ran.

"Quick! Find that man for me! The Red-Clad Apocalypse roared.

The paladins below quickly spread out, capturing the Assassins.

"Let's go, man......" The man on the bell tower put on his cloak and hurriedly left the scene with his "Galileo" on his back.

The candles on the ground burned out, and only the candle oil dripped down the ground like tears.

In the fleeing crowd, Michelle reprimanded Senel: "You don't want to die! That's a prisoner of the Red Cardinal! ”

Senel suddenly stood still, and Michelle was indifferent to how much she pulled her. He immediately snatched the two firearms from Senel's waist, and it was only then that she noticed that they had not been used.

"You know what? Even if you die, you will sleep in the bosom of the world, not under the ugly Holy See. Senel suddenly began to babble nonsense.

"What are you talking about?"

"That's what he taught me ...... before"

"Who is he?" Michelle was confused.

"The man on the cross, my teacher in Turin."

Michelle realized in a split second that he seemed to have been favored by fate, as if all this was unusual, and that he was destined to take a different path, in the company of a different group of people.

After sniping at the prisoners in the execution ground, the mysterious cloaked dead fled down the alley towards the outer city, and the Red Cardinal immediately sealed off the entire city in a short time, and he had to get out of it quickly. Under the pitch-black cloak, his eyes glistened with tears.

"If one day the world gets tired of my voice, and God wants to take me to tell him, please let me leave this world quietly......" he recalled, in a torment of inner torment.

"Smack!" A book was left behind in his panic.

When he was far away, the paladins arrived, and one of the Apocalypse picked up the book on the ground and studied it carefully, and he gently recited "Category ......"

"Your Excellency!"

"They are rebels on the run......"

The lord put the book in his bosom, and his eyes were not blood-red, but a pair of dark oriental eyes.

"Ping!" The cloaked dead slid down the hook and down the towering outer walls, and a small boat had been parked outside the walls.

The man was panting as soon as he lay in the middle of the boat, he raised the index finger of his right hand in front of his mouth, and said wittily, "Shh~"

"Heh, hahaha!" He lay flat on the boat and laughed.

"How stupid should you be, how great should I be......"