France and the Principality of Normandy
In the early morning, a small door beside the wall of the Saint-Michel Monastery opened gently.
The sky was gray, and although the dawn had arrived, it was not bright. The knights held torches, and the young man in armor walked in front along the path toward the top of Mount Saint-Michel.
It is said that in 708 AD, Bishop Aubert of the town of Avranches met the Archangel Michael. Aubert built a small church on the highest point of the island and dedicated it to the Archangel Michel, which became a pilgrimage center.
This is the third holiest site in Christianity after the holy city of Jerusalem and the Vatican.
"Saint Michael!"
The young man wore silver armor, held a torch in his hand, and was followed by a cavalryman leading a horse. He called the name of the Archangel Michael, and his loud voice spread through the mountains.
The morning at Mont Tambu, which was renamed Mont Saint-Michel, was cold and dry. This was mainly because in winter, Normandy would be ravaged by the monsoon from the Channel Islands. Such weather undoubtedly made people feel a little uncomfortable.
The bells of the monastery on the top of the mountain rang, and the knights couldn't help but speed up their pace. The beautiful Mont Saint-Michel was a tourist attraction in later generations, but in this era it is undoubtedly a prison, and it is still connected to the land at low tide. Yes, but once the tide rises, the entire island will stand on the lonely sea, and the entire monastery and the monks in the monastery will be called prisoners in a huge prison.
Michael is Michael, the commander of the heavenly army, who has the merit of knocking down the dragon (Satan) and his angels from the sky. He asked the local bishop in his dream to build a church on the mountain to worship him as a blessing. Believers in this land.
From the eighth century AD, Mount Tambu was renamed St. Michael's Mount, and the monastery became famous around the world in the name of St. Michael.
"Your Highness, this place really looks like a prison!"
A knight came to the young man holding a torch and sighed. The young man who was called Duke by the knights raised his lips with a sarcastic smile, "This is originally a prison, a prison isolated from the world. Am I right? My uncle."
Robert, the Cardinal Archbishop of Normandy, walked out of the monastery tremblingly. At the end of his life, he looked at his young nephew with strong jealousy in his heart. He said feebly, "What are you doing here? I want to You wouldn’t take the time to meet an old man like me.”
"Of course not, my uncle, I just want to know one thing, and I want to get the answer from you." The young man said with a smile, "Only you know the answer."
"What's the answer?" Robert asked.
"Has God chosen me for a special mission?" asked the young Duke.
"A special mission? After your father's death, I baptized you, crowned you, and made you the monarch of this country, the Duke of Normandy. Isn't this the mission given to you by God?" The old archbishop shook his head. He said with a smile.
He didn't know how to evaluate this child. He was obviously just an illegitimate child and his mother was just a peasant woman. She is also the wife of a blacksmith. She had her because of the previous Duke's unexpected departure while hunting, but she inherited the Duke's position by accident.
From being a puppet to now having absolute power in this country, he is an opponent that even the King of France does not dare to look down upon.
"I think it's a mission above that." The young man chuckled, "I think the Duke of Normandy is definitely not the mission given to me by God, maybe it's just one of them."
"Do you want to be a king?" The archbishop's smile disappeared and his expression became serious. He looked at his nephew and never thought that he had such ambitions. Perhaps this was expected.
From becoming a duke at the age of seven, being treated as a puppet by the nobles in the court, to now having absolute power in the court, whether it was him who held power as a regent, or the nobles who opposed him in the past, or were sent to a monastery like himself, Or they will all be executed.
Greedy, cruel, insidious, cautious, but also not lacking in wisdom and courage, he is exactly the same as those monarchs who have left their names in history.
"What about above the king?" the young man said again.
The archbishop's face instantly turned ugly. He was not the king, but the being above the king.
"You want to be the emperor. William, don't have ambitions that you shouldn't have." The archbishop felt that his breathing was not smooth, and he scolded his nephew who didn't know how high the sky was.
"Why not? King David was great, Alexander the Great was great, Caesar was great, Augustus was great, Charlemagne was great, and I, William, will be great."
"Everyone is different and has different graces, but everyone in this world will eventually return to God. God has already arranged everything in this world. Everything is God's will, including you. It is God's will that you become a duke, and even your destiny has been arranged by God."
"Really? It's just that Jesus once said, render to God what is God's, and render to Caesar what is Caesar's."
The young Duke pulled out the sword from his waist and pointed it at his uncle and swore, "I will now lead my army to conquer Britain. I will lead my army of ten thousand to set sail from Normandy. I will conquer Britannia." , became the King of England, and now that I have the support of the Emperor and the blessing of the Pope, all I need now is that you hand over the banner of Saint Michael and let him bless my army during the march."
"St. Michael will never bless you." The Archbishop sneered. This arrogant guy actually began to covet the royal power of Britain, and wanted to aspire to the throne of the emperor through the power brought by conquering Britain.
He actually revealed his ambitions in front of him without hesitation.
"I have a rucksack, a hat and a horn here. He will help me conquer my enemies." The young man took back his sword and took out a rucksack. With just a tap, one man brought six people with him. The privates of the soldiers jumped out from the magic circle of a six-pointed star. Each one was fully armed and looked so energetic. They were first-class elite soldiers.
"The magic backpack, this kind of prop." The archbishop stared at the soldiers summoned by William with wide eyes, his eyes full of disbelief, "Summoning these soldiers requires payment, William, there is absolutely no way you can do this How much money, and it is said to be in the castle of Count Thorne in Germany, you are..."
"Yes, I am the evil dragon that is raging all over the continent, the evil dragon Duke, the conqueror, William Alexander."
