Those who deny this hypothesis use the "butterfly effect" as a basic theory, emphasizing that small changes in things can cause a series of immeasurable events, thereby upending the entire world; while those who support this hypothesis use the "bias correction theory" to explain that even if small changes occur, the overall trend of history will automatically adjust and correct the deviation, ensuring that the historical trajectory does not deviate too much from its original direction.
"Your Majesty, the latest battle report from the Northern Stone Fortress has arrived."
Todd's train of thought was interrupted by a voice coming from outside the door.
He waved to Kendi, signaling him to step back, then picked up the report brought by the servant, read it carefully, and finally put the paper down, closed his eyes, and gently tapped the table with his fingertips.
"The battlefield in North Stone remains at a stalemate... I wonder how things are going with Cumberland and the Knights of the North Island?"
The attendant flipped through the memo in his hand: "Your Majesty, there are two more matters."
"explain."
"First, regarding a clause in the 'Muxi Civil Law'—'whether the use of supernatural abilities within the city should be restricted or prohibited'—the scholars' representatives and the Alien Association have clashed again. Yesterday, the two groups argued about this matter for an entire day in the Holy Order Arbitration Court."
Just thinking about the open and covert struggles between the "Scholars' Faction" and the "Heterodox Faction" in Twilight City gave Todd a headache. The "Twilight Civil Law," which was a revised and improved version of the "Tyloric Code," had been the subject of a month-long debate between the two factions, with no resolution yet.
"I'll make time to go there tomorrow. Is there anything else?"
The attendant continued, "Secondly, the day after tomorrow is the last day of Advent, and according to custom, a bishop should be sent by the church to preside over Mass, but due to the war..."
Todd waved his hand dismissively and said, "The church doesn't need to send anyone; I can preside over it myself."
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