Nothing can be seen as an isolated event, because you never know how one thing will affect everything else, the world around you, when it happens. This is also www.biquge.info known as the domino phenomenon, which can also be called the butterfly effect.

A notebook left behind by the traveler, which contains knowledge that the traveler is afraid to forget, as well as a diary, happens to be discovered by a new owner and sent to the Alchemy Guild in the hope of getting a little money. His purpose was simple, to exchange money, but the contents of the codex aroused the interest of the alchemists, who hired the occult scholar Nya who had returned home from the southeast, and Nyah's obsession with these magical words led her to tell her mentor about this "little thing".

Then, the entire Imperial Academy joined in the research and discussion, and the scholars who were brought in joined in until Nia remembered that she had seen the words.

When the time-traveler used Chinese characters to record this knowledge and write a diary, he would never have imagined that his small actions would cause a huge earthquake in the intellectual world and implicate the church.

Until the dust settles, it's like some magical little thing in free fall, constantly absorbing the surrounding material. We don't yet know what lies beneath it, or how far away it will be before the dust settles, but at least it's swelling to an unimaginable point before it fully hits the ground.

The initiator's fellow countryman, Count Wren of the Empire, is also catalyzing a storm caused by butterflies flapping their wings in the old library more than a dozen blocks away from the Imperial Academy. He probably didn't know what was going on at Imperial Research, but even if he did, he probably wouldn't be able to stop it.

The brightly lit room had a table and two chairs, and Wren and the "prisoner" sat on either side of the table, staring at each other.

Across from him was a fifty-something neighborhood councilor, and his name was ordinary, Berg, the name of Rotten Street. But unlike Rotten Street, Mr. Berg has a high reputation and status in the Silver Ring District. His ancestors used to be nobles, small nobles, so in his generation, he could no longer inherit the title of the last nobleman, and became an ordinary but not ordinary ordinary person. The wealth and connections accumulated during his aristocratic years gave him considerable social status during his time as a citizen, and he became a councilor of the neighborhood.

If you ask who your closest partners are in politics, there are two answers: money, and desire.

If it were to be more simple and vulgar, the two answers could be combined into one - benefit.

Whether it is political influence that is intended to be converted into wealth and personal enjoyment, or whether it is through money and desire to bribe those who have power to gain influence, there is essentially no difference, and that is a transaction.

Mr. Berg had many business partners, the last aristocracy was not small, and there were many "elites" who lost their titles, and society was always more complex and sophisticated than imagined. Those nobles who were about to lose their titles would have very close contact with people like Berg, and people like Berg also had private contacts with many nobles. These people formed a vast network that swept away the entire elite class and penetrated its tentacles into the aristocracy.

So Mr. Berg could have been nonchalant in the face of scrutiny by a department that had been renamed the Ministry of State Security, because he knew full well that his fellows would rush to get him out.

Even in the face of Rennes, he still kept his silence, and he had the confidence to do so.

The two sat in the room for about thirty minutes, without exchanging a word with each other, without a single change in expression on their faces, and even the attitude in their eyes.

"You're probably thinking that your friends will soon find me and give me a favor I can't refuse and let me let you out. Wren was the first to speak, and he felt that the time and strength for silence had been in place. More than thirty minutes of silence was enough to soften Berg's tough attitude, but at the same time it did not provoke his rebellious mentality, which was a difficult degree to master, and he might not have mastered the art of conversation if it had not been for the deep memory and lessons he had gained from the "study time" that he had lost count of times.

Berg's eyes flickered slightly, he was bald, his scalp was shiny, his fat cheeks drooped slightly, his eyes were big, and there were a lot of crow's feet.

"I know, you like to hear me say this, why don't we change the subject. Rayne's leapfrog thinking made Berg a little unable to keep up, he didn't quite understand what tricks Wren was playing, a trace of doubt flashed in his eyes, but it was quickly replaced by determination. "I'll tell you a little story, maybe you don't like to hear it, but you have to listen to it. ”

"John is a donor, he is best at doing things with money, and he is a good guy who helps others. He has a lot of friends, a lot of connections, and among his employers, there are a lot of big names. These big people will always have some unsightly little privacy that needs to be dealt with for them. Smuggling, prohibition, the more capable people are, the more they like to challenge the rules. There is no big truth in Wren's story, and the things he says are not things in the clouds, John's story is by Wren's side, and he is also by Berg's side, and this kind of person can be seen everywhere in the imperial capital.

The more ordinary and ordinary, the more people can feel a sense of substitution, Berg warned himself not to listen to Wren's nonsense, but he unconsciously fell into it.

"If nothing else, John's life will be comfortable. He has money and some friends with great energy, until one day, he is arrested because of an unexpected fight that seriously injures the other party. Actually, it's not that serious, he only needs to serve six months in prison to be free, but do you know what happened to him?", Wren duly threw out a question.

Berg, who had a deep sense of substitution, frowned and pondered for a while, "What did he encounter?", he didn't think that answering a question that didn't matter to the overall situation would affect him, and it would affect other things, so his answer didn't have anything to worry him about.

"Someone is going to kill him!", Wren cocked his legs, his fingers tapping rhythmically on the table, his aggressive voice was very thorough, very rich, giving Berg a little awkward feeling, the rhythm was like his heartbeat, and the frequency of the two gradually unified. "You may be thinking that it must be his enemies who want to kill him, after all, he has helped many people, and it means that he has offended many people, and I know you may be against it, but you also think so in your heart. ”

"Actually, no, it's his friends who want to kill him, those big guys!", Wren looked at him meaningfully, Berg seemed to be unable to withstand Wren's sharp gaze, turned his face to look elsewhere, "I know you don't believe it, but the story has to be finished." Why did those former friends and powerful people want to kill him? Because he knows too many secrets and scandals, and any leakage will make these big people lose their dignity and even cause some unpredictable dangers. ”

"You see, John will be imprisoned for six months, and there is no guarantee of how he will be treated in prison. He helped many powerful people, which means that he also offended many powerful people. What will the big guys do to him? Will he get hurt? Will he be threatened? Will he ...... to protect himself", Wren retracted his fingers as he slammed the table, clenched into a fist, and slammed it the table.

The table jerked and made a loud noise, and Berg shook violently, he felt that his heart almost stopped beating the moment Wren hammered the table, "Will he tell some secrets that shouldn't exist in order to protect his own life? Use these secrets in exchange for his own safety? After all, John is just a donor, and he helps others not because of friendship, but only for money and power." He can help some people, and naturally he can betray some people, as long as the chips are enough for him to be tempted, such as the threat of death and the promise of safety?"

Berg's face changed suddenly, and there was an indelible horror in his eyes, of course he knew what Wren was talking about. As a well-known neighborhood councilor, he is practically no different from John, and he will use his connections as a nobleman to serve the big ones to ensure his status and decency. He's done some things that would embarrass those people, but he's never so idiotic as to say them.

But that doesn't mean Wren will shut up, what if he's out there spreading rumors that he said something he shouldn't have said in order to get out of the incident.

Thinking of this, Berg subconsciously began to wipe the sweat from his head. He was a little restless at this time, and tried to stand up several times, but was stopped by Wren's extremely aggressive gaze like a knife.

It's time for the fire.

Wren stood up, and Berg couldn't suppress the physiological feedback, leaning back, instinctively trying to avoid danger. Wren walked behind him, his eyes were looking around, but he didn't dare to look back, his heart was full of anxiety and fear about the invisible people and things behind him, and his sweat flowed more.

Wren's hand suddenly pressed on Berg's shoulder, Berg's body trembled slightly, Wren leaned to his ear, and the heat of his breath could even be felt by Berg's scalp.

"You say, what if you're misunderstood by those big guys? After all, it's a six-month sentence, and you should know that there are countless ways to shut up people forever in prison. ”

Berg's hands were clenched into fists, and he kept his head down, not bothering to wipe the sweat, which dripped down his head and down the tip of his nose.

After a few moments, Berg sat down in his chair as if he had his bones removed, "What do you want me to do?"