"Stinky boy, don't be too smart in life, it's enough to have a craft to support yourself." Miel stood in front of the crystal casting table and admonished Michelle.

Michelle naturally obeyed what his grandfather said, because it was the only thing he could do without effort, but in Michelle's eyes, cunning was still different from cleverness.

"Bang dang!" Michael placed the box on the table.

"The rainy season is coming soon, and I don't have to rest today." Michael stuffed a few pieces of bread into Michelle's box.

Michelle ran out with the box on his back, walking slowly along the sloping road in the city, he was tired of this life, and the boredom in his heart came inexplicably and naturally.

At noon, a lot of people gathered in the small church in front of the city gate, and today was the busiest day in the Holy City, so it stands to reason that so many people would not gather in the Holy See. Curious, Michel climbed up to the marble dwelling of the Holy See, and above the heads of the crowd looked towards the center of the Holy See, a priest of the Red Cardinal. Knowledge is not limited at Mont Saint-Michel, anyone has access to knowledge, but when the Red Cardinal comes down, people will not miss such an opportunity to learn, and it is no wonder that so many people gather in the Holy See today.

The old clergyman in the Holy See had a long white beard on his chin, and the people below concluded that he was a great man of great learning.

"Ahem." The old priest coughed with a fist.

The buzzing voices below immediately became quiet, and Michelle curiously burrowed into the crowd to join in the fun. The priest slowly walked over to the table and held up the old yellowed book "The Theory of Categories" with one hand. Michelle's eyes were drawn to the book in his hand, as if a mission was calling him.

"Grapes—skins, pulp, pits, and nothing else." So he ate the peeled grape.

"The grape is called the 'first entity' in my understanding, and it is composed of nothing more than what you see."

When Michelle heard this, his heart suddenly erupted with a dawn different from this world, and he squeezed out of the crowd, his eyes fixed on the old priest. The old priest's words were different from the Red Cardinal he knew from the beginning, and it was the first time that Michelle had been so attracted to one thing.

"A grape is put in a fruit bowl and becomes a fruit, which I call the 'second entity.'" The old priest placed the grapes in his hand in a fruit bowl.

"The so-called entity is the objective and independent existence of special and concrete things in this world." The old priest's words made everyone present stunned, as if they were "not of this world."

"What is he talking about?"

"Didn't God create the grapes?" The crowd below began to stir and question.

Although Michelle did not understand the deep meaning of this sentence, the light of the dawn illuminated him for the first time, and he knew that this was the "cunning" he had been looking for for a long time. ”

"Ahh The Holy Rider is coming, go fast, go fast! A voice came from the crowd.

The people were terrified of the word "Holy Knight" and fled in panic. In an instant, the people of the Holy See were huddled, and in the midst of the chaos of the crowd, Michelle saw the old clergyman tear off his red cardinal robes and pull the beard off his face naked.

"You! You! You are not a priest of the Red Cardinal! Michelle called out as she pointed at him in amazement.

The old priest turned into a young boy in an instant, and he playfully made a "shhh" gesture to Michelle, and then disappeared into the chaotic crowd with a light blink of his right eye.

"Knock knock!" The Holy Horsemen marched in a procession at the entrance of the Holy See with heavy steps, and surrounded them to the death. When the crowd dispersed, only an abandoned red-robed robe remained in the center of the Holy See.

"My lord, he's already gone." One of the paladins stroked his chest and said apologetically.

The leading knight picked up the red robe on the ground and clutched it tightly in his hand.

"Cunning Demon ......"

Michelle ran in the direction of the crowd, but he could not find the man, and for the first time in his life, he was lost.

Michelle returned to his boring life after a brief illumination, sitting listlessly on the beach with his box on his back, the sea calm under the high clouds. He casually reached into the box to eat his lunch, but accidentally touched a paper object in the box, and he turned the whole box upside down.

"Smack!" The book "Theory of Categories" fell on the yellow sand, and there were bunches of grapes that had not been eaten.

He picked up the book in surprise and held it in his arms, looking around for fear that someone would know. Michelle slapped the sand off the cover of the book, hid it in the box, and regained his energy to start his work.

As he picked up Yuan Jing, he thought about everything that had happened in the Holy See, and the excitement that had not been seen for a long time occupied the entire atrium.

"Tick tock!" Scattered raindrops hit the sand, revealing a scattered crater.

Michelle raised her head and looked up at the sky, the rain coming from the clouds.

"The rainy season is coming." Michelle muttered to herself.

Michelle hid in a cave near the sand, leaning over the box and flipping through the book "Theory of Categories", which contained words he had never heard of, and whose contents were more boiling than the noisy rain outside.

"Nature...... Attribute...... Individual...... So so. Michelle didn't know much about the knowledge in the book.

Reading and reading, Mi Erle put down the book in his hand and looked out of the cave, he imagined the origin and appearance of the young man, it turned out that the world was so big. Michelle's gaze soothed to the rain and fog in the distance, as if there was a person on the distant shoreline, Michelle stuffed the "Theory of Categories" in his hand into the box, and ran towards the figure in the distance.

"Hey! It's raining, so find a place to hide! ”

The man had his back to him, still sitting silent, his figure lonely in the rain and mist. When Michelle approached, she realized that she was a woman, and she sat silently on the reef, her gorgeous dress soaked by the rain, and her eyes stared blankly at a place in the distance. Michelle hurriedly took out a leather umbrella from the box and held it above her head.

"It's raining heavily, let's find a place to hide!" Michelle shouted in the rain.

The girl's blonde hair, wet with rain and sticking to her face, slowly turned her head to look at Michelle in confusion, and then stubbornly waited for herself.

"I'm waiting for someone......"

"Let's hide from the rain first, how can there be people in such a heavy rain!" Michelle pulled her arm.

The girl couldn't pull it hard, she stubbornly shook off Michelle's hand, "No, he will definitely come, he promised me at the Vatican." ”

Michelle also knew that she couldn't get her out of here for a while, so she had to hold an umbrella and wait slowly in the rain. The rain of Mont Saint-Michel came and went quickly, and when the clouds opened and the sun rose, there was a fresh smell on the wet sand.

"Bang bang bang!" On the distant horizon galloped a group of silver-armored knights, their hooves splashing the water on the sand, their shining armor sacred in the sunlight.

"Are you waiting for them?"

"It's him......" The girl's lips trembled slightly, and she lost consciousness before she could finish a sentence, and her cold body could not support it and fell beside Michelle.

Michelle didn't have time to care so much, hung the box to his chest, and carried the girl to the city. The cavalry walked past Michel in the sea, and the cavalry in the lead glanced at Michel shallowly, deep and cold.

The girl leaned on Michelle's shoulder and continued to mutter, "I will definitely come......"

"Grandpa! Come and save people! Michelle ran to the crystal shop and shouted.

Mi'er put down the hammer in his hand, threw away the cigarette in his mouth, and shouted, "I'm a crystal caster, save people and find a doctor!" ”

When Michelle carried the girl in, the old man was stunned for a moment.

"Which girl did you kidnap?"

Miel panicked and helped the girl into the house and warmed her with a warm blanket. The old man struck Michelle on the head with a wrench the size of a mallet and angrily rebuked, "Where did this kid come from? ”

"On the reef by the sea."

Mi Err looked at the girl's appearance, she was very well maintained, she should be the young lady of some big family in the city.

"Ahh Wait until she wakes up and help her find her family! Mijel gulped down the rum from his glass.

Michael's attitude towards strangers is probably related to his experience as a child, he doesn't treat the living very well. Michelle, on the other hand, may have been controlled by his grandfather for too long, and Michelle preferred novelty.

"Stinky boy, where's Yuanjing?"

"In the box."

Mihr opened the basket full of source crystals, and the books in the box immediately caught his attention.

"Where did this book come from?"

"Give it back!" Michelle snatched the book of Category Theory.

"This is my baby, stinky old man, you know what!" With that, Michelle hid in the small attic on the roof and read the book.

The book takes Michelle to a whole new world, and a unified worldview is reorganized and defined in his mind.

"The world is material...... time passes slowly as Michel flips through it, night hangs over Mont Saint-Michel, and golden lights are reflected on the mottled marble walls.

When night falls, whether the weather is desirable or not, Michelle will push open the small window in the attic and sit alone on the roof to watch the stars.

Withdrawn since childhood, only the stars gave Michelle some comfort in her heart, and the most important thing is that her grandfather's snoring is too loud, hiding on the roof to try to be clean.

"If all existence is physical, do these distant stars exist?"

"What can be perceived is existence...... an unfamiliar voice came from behind Michelle.

The girl's golden hair fluttered in the night breeze, and her eyes were as bright as night stars.

"You're awake!" Michelle's passion for the living was very different from that of his grandfather.

"You're talking about Aristotle's Theory of Categories." The girl looked at the stars overhead.

"The world may not be what you think, and we know too little about it......"

"So, you've read the book?" Michelle asked excitedly, standing up.

"If one day people could read this book, maybe the world would be very different." The girl gestured something with her hands in the starry sky.

"Do you have a name? Where did it come from? ”

"Why do you ask?" The girl is weird.

Michelle recalls her strange behavior this morning, perhaps she did not live on Mont Saint-Michel, but more like a Gentile from afar.

"Me, where are you from?" The girl was silent for a long time.

She slowly raised her hand to the sky, where I came from, the direction of the stars.

Michelle doesn't understand that the so-called destination is the destination.