I've heard a lot of stories, but is there a story about you and me, but I don't know it when I read it......

"Grandpa said that we are all laymen, and we should be satisfied with rum to drink and bread to eat...... I think that's why he's obese. Michelle sat on the ramparts and watched the sun set over the sea.

In fact, many of Michelle's grandfather's words are absurd, such as the stars on her head are so bright and beautiful, is it still rum and bread? As he thought, the setting sun was buried in the sea, and the tiny afterglow dappled the sea, reflecting fantastical colors. Mont Saint-Michel is surrounded on all sides by the sea, and as soon as night falls, the gates fall, and it's time for Michel to go home. Walking to the gate of the city, a large number of carriages carrying the bright source crystal to the city, I don't know why, the holy city has been constantly sent to the source crystal recently, I heard grandpa said that there was a war outside the fan, and a large number of armaments need to be built. Naturally, Michelle didn't bother to pay much attention to this, after all, he was just a layman......

Michelle's grandfather was very "pursuing", and opened the largest crystal casting shop in the most remote west corner of the holy city, but he soaked in the nearby bar every day, drinking amber rum all day long. It's not that the wine is delicious, but that the proprietress there resembles a late lover of his grandfather, so Michelle's grandfather gets drunk in that little bar all day. Michelle returned to the empty Crystal Shop, where sporadic candles were placed on the wooden table, and slices of bread from yesterday were placed on pale plates.

"I'm not hungry......" Michelle muttered to herself, looking at the slice of bread on the table, because it was so unappetizing.

As usual, Grandpa was already very drunk, and fell into the sheepskin hammock and snored. Michelle listened carefully to the sound in the house, it was indeed too quiet, he brought a wooden ladder, and slowly climbed to the second floor with his thin arms, and his grandfather was indeed not in the shop.

"Tavern!" An answer flashed through Michelle's mind.

Michelle ran in the direction of the bar with the crystal heat power arm on his back. The golden oil lamps illuminated the road that spread down from the heights, and the streets were surprisingly few pedestrians, as if they were all very tacitly hidden. Michelle looked up in the direction of the mountain gate, where the lights were bright, and it seemed that everyone had gathered there.

"The Red Cardinals have come to the Holy City?" Michelle had a question in her mind.

Just as he turned to leave, his forehead bumped into a paladin in silver and white armor.

"Bang knock!" Michelle's thin body couldn't withstand the impact and fell to the ground.

"Sorry, sorry......"

The Paladin ignored him and continued to march towards the top of the mountain like a puppet, and then from the foot of the mountain a large number of Paladins marched to the top of the mountain. They swirl like a sinuous silver thread through the mountains.

"Hey! Michelle! A woman's voice came from afar.

She was the proprietress of the tavern, with blonde hair and a long Punetta dress like a bright red rose.

"Your grandfather slept in the tavern drunk." She hurried up with her skirt and said.

With the help of the tavern's hostess, Michelle carries his grandfather home with his power arm on his back. After his grandfather fell asleep, Michelle climbed up to the roof alone and looked at the starry sky. "Goo...... "He's hungry."

"Here, freshly baked bread." The tavern's hostess, Aufi, handed over a loaf of bread.

Michelle grabbed the bread and nibbled on it, her cheeks were full of bread, as long as she could live, she didn't care how ugly she looked now, it was better to live than to die.

"Why is Mizul so drunk?" asked the proprietress Auffi.

"He wasn't like that before, and my grandfather liked the narcotic sensation of the drink since some......"

"No reason? People don't always drink out of happiness or sadness. ”

"Yes, maybe it's because of the loss of someone very important." Michelle slowly raised her head and looked at the starry sky.

"The man in the picture in the shop?"

"Yes, the guy in the photo on the wall......"

"She's beautiful......" Aufiqua exclaimed, looking back.

"Grandpa said you were a lot like her when she was younger......"

"Yes...... proprietress held her face.

It's really like, it's like ...... Michelle looked at the proprietress with a fascination on her face, as if he was intoxicated by the smell of wine on the proprietress herself.

The next morning, a heavy rain fell on Mont Saint-Michel, and the rain from the city flowed down the sloping streets. Michelle's grandfather is still asleep in the hammock with the empty bottle in his arms.

"Bang knock!" The wooden door of the shop was pushed open.

The sound of heavy armor slowly approached, it was a team of paladins.

Michelle hurriedly ran out and asked, "Is there something wrong?" Lord Paladin? ”

The Red Cardinal's paladins all wore silver-white helmets, and only one slit of the eye was visible from the helmet, and their expressions could not be seen in the cracks of the black hole, as cold as their natural murderous nature.

"Star!" One of the leading paladins drew his heavy sword from behind, the sound of the metal blade rubbing against the scabbard slow and tense. The rain drippeds down on their armor and glowed coldly.

Michelle swallowed, thinking to herself, wasn't it because she was late yesterday? Could it be that Cardinal Red wants to arbitrate himself because of this?

"Boom!" The heavy sword slammed into the floor, cracking the marble floor and sending up a cloud of dust. Michelle closed her eyes tightly and waited for fate to come, and after a while, there was no movement in the workshop, and Michelle slowly opened her eyes and peeked a few times, and her hands unconsciously touched her body.

"Look at your little bit of interest!" A thick wrench slammed into Michelle's head.

Michelle's grandfather, Miael, stepped forward and easily pulled out the heavy sword that had been planted in the ground, it turned out that there was a letter on the sword, and the team of paladins had long since disappeared without a trace.

"Stinky old man, you're awake!" Michelle exclaimed.

Michael opened the letter and read it for a while, then threw it into the furnace.

"It's a good sword, put it in the shop and sell it!" Mijel threw the heavy sword in his hand into Michelle's hand, almost making him lose his grip on his hands.

Michael opened the leather book on the table and looked at the date, it was the monsoon of the Maginot Ocean coming, no wonder there were showers this morning.

"Stinky boy, carry the box well, take advantage of the monsoon to pick up some source crystals and come back." Michael fetched a metal box and put it on Michelle's back.

"Bang Chi!" The groove on the box automatically popped out, and the groove was still steaming white gas, Mi'er took a piece of crystal blue source crystal and stuffed it in, and soon the crystal light spread on the box like lines.

When the rain stopped, Michelle ran to the warm sea breeze and warm sun after the rain. The fiery sun hung high above the angelic statue, and beneath the pure white marble sculpture was the ugly human heart.

The rainy season is approaching, which is not a good thing for those who want to enter the city, as the rain will spread and the surrounding sea will swallow up the only road leading to Mont Saint-Michel. As a result, a steady stream of caravans and pilgrims will arrive at Mont Saint-Michel before then. Is this a pilgrimage? That's right, here is the faith of people all over the world - the Red Cardinal Church. At noon, a large number of caravans reached Mont Saint-Michel, because once the sea rose, the supplies here could not be relied on outside, and the supplies needed in the city were replenished by these caravans, and after two weeks the sea receded, and all trade would return to normal.

"Whoa!" At the gates of the city, emaciated children scrambled to splash water on the wheels of the caravan's wagons.

For these pilgrims, they must come here in holiness, and all the way around, the wheels of the carriage will inevitably get dirt, which is a disrespect for the archangels, and everything will be washed. Seeing hope, the poor children scrambled to do the absurd work, splashing the dirt from the wheels of the caravan wagons in exchange for their reward. They even knelt in front of the carriage and kissed the wheels of their carriage as a sign of respect. However, Michelle never disdained such a thing, and his drunken grandfather once said to him when he was drunk, "Don't surrender your dignity to an ugly soul!" Even if he said it when he was drunk, it sounded more sober than anything else.

The images of those children crouching in front of the rich man's carriage were clearly engraved in his mind, and he knew that most of the helplessness came from the persecution of survival. But before the persecution of survival, Michelle questioned, the question of the red cardinal, but also the question of the world, does survival mean doomed to be humble?

"If a person really has faith, why should he place his faith in such an absurd church!" This kind of awakening from the depths of man's heart is not only him, but from every corner of the world, perhaps a few have already awakened.

Avoiding the bustling crowds at the gates of the city, Michelle carried a heavy box to the sandy area near the Holy City. Before the rainy season, there will be a period of low tide in the surrounding ocean, when the golden sand will be revealed, and many source crystals will be left behind in the receding water. These source crystals are the power raw materials for casting everything, and they are also the general equivalent of the value measured in today's world, they are the condensation of biological remains, a high-purity crystal, which will release a large amount of high temperature under a special process, and are excellent forging and casting raw materials.

"Bang dang!" Michelle's box slammed into the sand, a pit mark in a dent. Then he leaned down and picked up the tiny particles on his back, the source crystals, in the scorching sun.

Michelle's clumsy figure attracted the attention of a red-clad apocalypse, who stood on the wall and watched him collect the source crystals little by little, perhaps the unscrupulous way people begged for a living attracted him, or perhaps the gaze he cast was a kind of irony.

"Poor ant......" he turned away, his blood-red eyes shining from under his red cloak.

"Smack!" A palm-sized piece of source crystal was thrown by him on the sand. Soon he was discovered by Michelle, a fool, and he was glad that he had hit the big luck today and picked up such a large fragment of the source crystal, if he really knew the origin of this source crystal, I am afraid that no matter how big it is, he will not let go of his dignity to pick it up.

There was still an hour before the high tide, and the sound of "Ding Ling's hammer" sounded in Michelle's box, he had a lot of harvest today, and these source crystal residues of different sizes were enough to support the amount of crystal building shop for a week.

Michelle wiped the sweat from his forehead and leaned against the box, looking at the sunset covering the ocean with golden light, as if everything in the world was already sacred before human beings came, just like at this moment.

Michelle remembered that the moment he was born, he saw the old man of Mier's mouth full of big scum, and his grandfather told him that he fell from a meteor in the sky, and now think that this bad old man said so many ridiculous things to himself, it is no wonder that he was born stupid, so high and falling, not stupid and crippled.

"Bad old man, I believe you are a ghost!" Michelle wiped her sweat and took a bite of the bread in her hand.

Perhaps the only thing Michelle has been convinced of for all these years is his name. Grandpa once said that he was named Michel because he wanted him to be as great and great as this mountain, and as for why the word "saint" was deleted, it was because it was the name that these red cardinals later gave this place - Mont Saint-Michel.

"Divine does not necessarily mean truth, and it can be ignorance." Michelle has been convinced of this sentence since childhood.