Angel on earth

Mikhail stood on the edge of the parapet, leaning on the spire, looking at the horizon as bright as a crescent moon.

The blue sky seemed distant and low, like a huge hood buckled on the flat ground.No bird can climb to the top of the Shenyi Bell Tower, and the cotton-like white clouds are far away.The cold wind with the smell of ice and snow brushed across the cheeks, giving people the illusion of suffocation.

Under his feet is the endless green field, the mountains and rivers are covered with white snow, and the torrential rivers are like cracks in the earth. Looking down from here, it seems to be still.

Four groups of flying buttresses gather at the center from the four corners. Numerous angel reliefs embrace the spire pointing directly at the sky. The sun cross on the top is closer to the kingdom of heaven than the extreme north. The protruding symbols on the four corner wall columns symbolize wind, fire, water and soil The conical spire of the four elements and the central spire form a gorgeous crown-shaped roof; in the space supported by the flying buttresses, a large bronze bell hangs at the bottom of the Excalibur. The entire Lieyang City.

The midday sun shone on him, making Mikhail feel warm all over.The thick white robe hangs down to his feet, as long as there is a slight gust of wind, he will probably fall from the edge, smashing the glorious dome that someone is lying down to wipe every day.

Perhaps aware of the danger, Mikhail raised his hand, gently stroking every pattern on the spire around him like a lover's cheek, and rested his forehead on a relief of daffodils.

On January 1500, the year [-] of the Holy Calendar begins.

Mikhail is taller and more beautiful than when he was 16 years old. His soft and slightly curly blond hair reaches his shoulders. Under his straight pale golden eyebrows are a pair of indifferent blue-purple eyes hidden by spring-like eyelashes.He seemed to have grown up a lot, with the pink color of a sleeping baby on his tender cheeks, but he did not have prominent cheekbones like most adults in the Federation, and his facial contours were still sharp and not sharp.

Suddenly, he turned around and took a step back. The next moment, he hooked the edge of the wall with one hand and hung on the edge of the low wall.

A young and lively female voice came from the spiral staircase under the bronze bell:

"Oh, Mishenka! Don't hide, it's me."

Mikhail pouted, dangling on the outer wall.On the boy's shoulders, which had widened a lot, the muscles didn't even bulge much, as if the bell tower was holding him, rather than him hanging by the wall.

A white robe appeared on the wall.The short woman with brown hair and black eyes looked down at him with one hand on her hip and a bottle of wine in the other:

"It's just me! What are you hiding from?"

Mikhail and her stared at each other for a while, then turned and jumped onto the wall with fingers vigorously:

"Good afternoon, Anna. Long time no see, how is the Red Moon Empire?"

Anna looked about thirty, but Mikhail knew she had been canonized at the age of eleven.He likes Anna and doesn't understand why Jasmine looks younger instead.Anna told him that "knowledge makes people age quickly", but Mikhail didn't believe it at all, because she was the most free and unrestrained one of the twelve saints, and she seldom even attended church.

Anna shrugged, facing east like him, and said casually:

"That's it, I really can't control it, I'm so mad. It's a good thing you're in the Siegfried Federation, otherwise you'd be really mad, Misha. Did you know that Isabella and Matthew are in There's a slave trade there!"

The wind rattled their hair and robes.Mikhail's voice was calm, without any emotion:

"Didn't Noren start first? Then Baal and Aiden, Iris, and Bronzini came later and made a lot of money."

"It's all the same. The church doesn't allow it. Noren and Baal are dreaming."

"Is the moon of the Red Moon Empire really red?"

Anna showed a surprised expression, turned her head abruptly, put her hands on her cheeks: "Oh, oh, Misha, you don't even have the time to ask this! But since you asked, as an elder, I should Tell you."

Mikhail smiled: "Thank you, Anna."

Anna sat down, and Mikhail followed him on the wall.The former stretched out his fingers and pointed at his round chin, and looked at the sun in the sky:

"The Red Moon Empire is not the real name of that country, it was not even a country at first. In 170 nine tribes and 37 languages, it has the same name: Ikolapondi, 'the river that annexed ten thousand rivers', Red Moon is the name given by the first generation of Noren colonists. Norun people actually don’t know that they are not a group, anyway, they can’t understand what they say... Isabella brought them unity, but Let them fight, and Matthew's appointment will intensify the civil strife in Red Moon."

"We all need an excuse to interfere in Golden Continent." Mikhail thought for a while, and said, "'Helping the king quell the rebellion and unify the country' is a legitimate and just reason, and it is the best choice for the church; the other is It is to let all the tribes fight for freedom and independence, but it is more convenient for Norn and Aerys to divide the interests, and it does not help us much."

"That's right, Misha. The Norrens mine there, and they have everything, gold, diamonds, copper, iron, coal, black oil... and a lot of sweet fruits, beasts as big as houses, like clock towers Tall trees, with grain on them, taste pretty good, more like a land of milk and honey than Lieyang City. The alchemy factories of the Noren people occupy both sides of their mother river 'Annan', and the sewage has dyed Annan It turned gray and caused many great plagues; even Edwards couldn't save the Norren people with this kind of virtue, and the church has done some good things in this regard.

"Red smoke enveloped the entire sky, and it was difficult to distinguish whether it was the smoke from the factory or the blood of local slaves. The factory did not stop working at night, and the moon was shrouded in red smoke and changed color. On the East Coast, many people are Go fishing and make cans on board to supply the fleets of several major kingdoms; rubber is continuously shipped out of the jungle in the southwest, and residents who fail to complete voluntary labor will lose their families. The king of Bronzini gave me a magnificent car Cart. Well, Mikhail, Isabella and the others hunted and killed the moon god of the Federation, but didn’t the mortals of Noren also kill the moon god of Ikolapondi?”

"That sounds terrible," said Mikhail softly.

Anna brushed back her wavy black hair, which was blown around by the wind from the roof.

"I envy you, Mishenka. Your hair won't be messed up, and your clothes won't move much."

The back of Mikhail's hand touched her shoulder, and her hair fell down instantly, leaving only a few strands of hair floating in the air, as if encountering an oncoming smoked wind during a spring outing.

She laughed and shook the wine bottle in her hand. There were two dimples on her round face:

"I brought good wine, and Jonathan gave it to me. They were all lying to you, but now others can't, and Jonathan will continue to lie to you. The bottle in my hand is the best wine in the world, from the Princess Winery' The River of Eden', made from four kinds of grapes, symbolizes the four rivers that flow through the Garden of Eden: Pison, Gihon, Zedekiel, and Rabbi."

Mikhail tilted his head and smiled: "What if Jonathan didn't lie to me, but you?"

Anna said firmly: "He won't lie to me."

So they left the roof and went back downstairs to drink in the living room.On one side of the spiral staircase is a bedroom separated by a bed curtain and a screen, and on the other side is an open bathroom and living room, with flowers blooming inside and outside the windows.The saints sometimes saw Mikhail sitting in the fragrant bath, showing his muscular back and slender neck.Until now, he still has the figure of a young man, with neither broad nor thick shoulders, slender waist, and slender legs. From a close look, there are complex and terrifying muscles hidden underneath, like a giant humanoid dragon.Others have the self-consciousness to turn around, but Anna doesn't care, Mikhail is just a kid in her heart, what's the big deal?

The Shining Maiden pierced the floor and stood upright in the middle of the spiral staircase, bathed in the sunlight that streamed in through the trapdoor like a rose window.The living room is full of painting tools and musical instruments. Oil paintings, watercolors, plaster, bronze, and white jade are piled up in an orderly manner by the window. The dim sunlight shines through the metal cross panes, making the paints and stones shine.

Mikhail would burn the finished product, and looking at Anna now, he thought that if she had come by herself before, he would have asked him to give her the painting in exchange for wine money.Leaning on the back of the sofa is a self-portrait of himself, holding a crossgun in his hand, standing under a dark dome of light.

There was an untouched sumptuous lunch on the table. Mikhail invited Anna to enjoy it together. The latter was not polite, cut off the long neck of the wine bottle, found a crystal vase to sober up, and began to share the lobster with Mikhail. , complained to him, saying that the Canaanites polluted the ocean near the Red Moon Empire in a mess, and the sturgeon tasted like carrion; the lobster here knew it came from the Arctic Ocean, and she hadn’t eaten it for a long time. Such a luxury food.

Aside from appearances, Anna is the youngest of the Twelve Saints except Mikhail, while Jasmine's life experience is a mystery, after all, she is a mermaid.Anna has the drinking capacity of a pirate, but not the numb tongue of a pirate.Seeing Mikhail drinking like water, she quickly grabbed the bottle and stuck out her tongue:

"Mishenka, do you know? Every bottle of 'River of Eden' is made by thirteen aristocratic ladies between the ages of six and nine accompanied by specific dance music and steps. The winery refused and the engagement was terminated. This bottle was the fruit of Princess Mary's hard work for a month when she was seven years old. The next day she was put on the guillotine and tortured with her parents, people of Iris!—— So, what you drank is the blood of a young girl, it’s impossible! I’d better bear this crime!”

Unlike other virtuous saints, Anna was always chattering and insisted on calling him "Misha" or "Mishenka".Mikhail smiled, and pushed the "River of Eden" to her. From nowhere, he found a glass bottle that was as colorless, transparent and pure as the liquid in it, shrugged his nose, and took a sip.