In 1648, the Thirty Years' War, sparked by a dispute between Protestants and Catholics, finally came to an end.

No one could have predicted that the scale of the war, which began as a small friction, would eventually turn into a full-scale war across the continent, involving the Holy Roman Empire, Spain, France, Scotland, England, Sweden, Denmark, Bohemia, the Netherlands, Saxony, Austria, Bavaria, ...... The total mobilized forces of various countries exceeded several million, and the number of casualties could reach as high as 700,000.

The Thirty Years' War was the culmination of centuries of religious, diplomatic, and political contradictions in Europe. As King Gustav himself of Sweden said in a letter to his Prime Minister: "Small wars are all converging here into a full-fledged European war".

After this battle, the Habsburgs were defeated, and the German states lost more than 60% of their population, and the losses were indescribable. But it was precisely through this war that the consciousness of the German nation gradually took shape, and for the first time the Germans felt the existence of the nation so deeply.

At the same time, the huge casualties also caused the European countries to be unable to start wars again, and each of them licked their wounds, and the rare era of peace arrived, and European society began to enter the recovery......

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London, England, 12 April 1689.

"Whoa......

In one hall, sparse applause rang out, and amid the gazes and whispers of many clergy, scholars, bureaucrats, nobles, and even noblewomen, a middle-aged scholar with a hooked nose stepped up to the front and bowed down to the crowd, while the Earl of Pembroke on the side, the president of the Society, looked at him with a smile and approving.

"Isaac, I am glad that you have joined the Royal Society of London, for your Principia mathematica of natural philosophy has become famous in Europe, and with your ingenuity you will be able to add more knowledge to the gentlemen and ladies here. ”

"Hehe......"

In the audience, everyone let out a lot of good-natured laughter when they heard the words.

At this moment, the Royal Society of London is essentially just a popular science society serving the upper class aristocratic gentlemen, and the members only need to be elected, and the number of members of the entire society is less than one hundred and fifty, and less than one-fifth of these hundred and fifty people are scholars, and most of them are aristocrats, bureaucrats and noblewomen who are curious about scientific knowledge.

The Earl of Pembroke was a typical old nobleman, but his curiosity about science and his high popularity led him to be elected President of the Royal Society. Such a royal society was not so much a scientific society as a meeting place between a large number of aristocratic bureaucrats, and scholars sought to rely on their financiers, after all, research costs money.

Glancing at the many aristocratic bureaucrats below, the middle-aged scholar's eyes showed a little imperceptible dissatisfaction, but then disappeared without a trace, as if it had never existed.

Before long, several luthiers appeared in the hall, playing orchestral music, and the welcome of new members turned into a dance party for the society, while the middle-aged scholar entertained from time to time.

And just as the scholar politely declined the invitation of a group of nobles to play, a voice suddenly sounded in his ears.

"Mr. Isaac. ”

The middle-aged scholar was stunned, turned his head to look, and saw the president of the Earl of Pembroke looking behind him with a smile, for this nobleman who had great kindness to him for some reason, the middle-aged scholar did not dare to slack off, so he had to bow down and say hello.

"The Earl of Pembroke. ”

But the Earl of Pembroke just waved his hand disapprovingly, and then said.

"Just call me president. ”

For some reason, the earl's intimacy became more and more intense, and while smiling, he carefully looked at the middle-aged scholar in front of him, which made the middle-aged scholar feel a little uneasy, and couldn't help but ask.

"I wonder what's going on with the president?"

The Count just chuckled, then lowered his voice.

"There are a few big people who want to see you, please come with me......"

Big shot?

The middle-aged scholar was puzzled, believing that although he was somewhat famous, he was nothing more than a well-known scholar and parliamentarian for the whole of Europe. But what kind of character is the count, who is called a big man......

What the middle-aged scholar didn't know at the moment was that this sentence would completely change his fate.

......

"Xunshan Hermitage?"

In a secret room, surrounded by religious symbols, three old monks in black friars' robes sat in front of middle-aged scholars, who, unlike the usual monks, did not wear a cross around their necks or bodies, but a triangular symbol.

The middle-aged scholar's mind was still in confusion at this moment, and when the Count had taken him into a carriage, he had taken him to this remote mansion, where an old monk had been waiting for a long time. As soon as he got out of the car, the count and the carriage left directly, leaving only him to be introduced into the secret chamber by the old monk.

But even though it was expected, what the old monk said was really jaw-dropping, completely subverting the cognition of middle-aged scholars. Jesus, Galileo, Leonardo da Vinci, Joan of Arc, the Hermitage of Xunshan, sculptures, and so many other messages came to catch this astute scholar off guard.

"As we have said, we keep ancient secrets and vow to fight against evil that hides in the darkness. For 1,600 years since the Prophet Hana, we have appeared in various forms. And now, Mr. Isaac Newton, we have been searching for many years, and finally believe that you are the wisest man in the world, and now is the time when the hermit needs your help. ”

In front of Newton, the old monk at the head said calmly, his face was old, his long white eyebrows drooped, and he couldn't tell how many years he had lived.

However, Newton did not choose to believe his words immediately, but stroked his beard, with a slight doubt in his eyes, and then looked at the old monk in front of him and said.

"Since you have been able to hide for thousands of years, then I have a question, why would you be willing to tell all these things, you will not think that as long as you say it, I will accept it. ”

However, in front of Newton, several old monks did not speak, but inexplicably let out a low laugh.

Listening to the low laughter, Newton already understood the old monk's consciousness, and did not ask any more, but just nodded and said.

"Well, I agree to your invitation. ”

......

On the streets of London, on top of a moving horse-drawn carriage.

The Earl of Pembroke was closing his eyes, lightly pressing his thumb to his forehead, looking a little frowned. In his mind, he didn't remember what had just happened, only that he seemed to be attending the society's banquet before, why was he suddenly in the carriage?

"I ...... How in the carriage?"

Unconsciously, he muttered to himself, and outside the carriage, the groom, who heard the earl's muttering, responded in surprise.

"Earl Pembroke isn't that exactly what you said you wanted to go out for?"

Come out...... Distracted?

The Earl of Pembroke had a splitting headache after thinking about it, but he still couldn't think of a reason, and finally had to give up.