When did this pouch appear here?

Was it the wind and sand just now brought it? But the wind and sand did not feel any trace of magic, just a gust of wind and sand suddenly blew, that's all.

It wasn't this man...

Then, Ramrek had this idea and was blindfolded by toxins.

Redirecting the time slightly, a minute ago, a maid named Laila walked by not far away with a plate, filled with hot drinks and sweets, something that was about to be handed to the adults in the stands, one of which belonged to General Butling.

When she passed the stairs in the stands, a mouse that had just bitten through the hole in the ground and emerged from the crack of the rock suddenly appeared at her feet. Poor Laila was frightened by the sudden visiting guest, danced on the steps, and even rolled down the stairs. In this dance, the plate and the things above it fell to the ground, and the things on her body were thrown out by huge centrifugal force, including the capsule containing the toxins.

The poison sac drew a parabola in the air, and fell into the wind and sand without bias, and fell on the body of the Count Ramrek.

So, Laila is the murderer.

He was the murderer who threw poison at Ramrek and the redeemer who brought victory to Razor.

In Lazor's world, "cause and effect" segments are everywhere, like the spell-force lines pulled by powerful wizards. These segments are not obvious, and they fly by like dancing butterflies.

Such ability was not achieved overnight, but was awakened until his prime. Perhaps it was because of the understanding of the movement power in the world to a certain level, and the matter hidden in the darkness of the world, which opened a door to him like a law.

Behind that door is a huge butterfly. Behind the butterfly is a "corpse". Countless corpses are connected into crisscrossing lines, and at each node there will be different lines extending out, forming an extremely huge net, connected to the endless darkness. The story behind the door is the butterfly effect.

After meeting Earl of Leberney, General Butling and others in the hall, a small officer named Chang'an took them out of the door of the hall. Among the many figures, Lazor could not see the approaching figure towards him. Lazor easily put a poison bag in Chang'an's pocket, and no one noticed it.

This is the starting point of the line. The first butterfly in a certain toggled line segment.

So if you want to get to the bottom of it, Changan Sabstir is also the murderer who poisoned Ramrek.

Then, after leading Jingtingsi to his residence, Chang'an fell down while passing by the courtyard and fell on the puddle of the servant's washing machine. This encounter reminded him of the "greatly evil" Taihang hexagram, so he had no sense when the servant took off his wet coat. The servant took the coat to the dry cleaning department and hung it on the shelf at the front. But before a minute had passed, a noble-looking gentleman sneaked in. Seeing that there was no one around, he reached into the clothes at the front and searched for all the valuable things. When he reached into one of the pockets, he found the poison sacs in it. He didn't know what it was. He only looked at the exquisitely made and exotic gadgets, and thought it was a small sac, and he also complained about the evil taste of the male owner of the clothes.

After that, he changed his outfit, came to the city gate, and whispered a few words with the guards on duty. With his special identity as the guard of the mansion, he passed through the gate without checking. After coming outside, he found the business and turned some valuable things into extra numbers on the magic beads.

He came to the dance art gallery, and when he passed by the dark backstage corridor, his eyes were still on several strippers for a while. When he came to the dressing room, he saw a woman taking off her makeup and stayed with her for a while. The woman was still whispering to blame him for not catching up with her performance, not seeing her original dance art, and before he finished speaking, he saw the bag he handed to him in front of him. He knew that no matter how flashed gold, silver and jewelry, it could make her smile, and this little thing could. Sure enough, after the big eyes of her "sachet" shone out, the day that really belonged to them began.

He took her to the highest-end restaurant in the city with the lie that the army allocated bonuses in advance, and then went to the opera house to watch two performances, and fell in love with each other in the night view of the city. Then he returned to the woman's residence and continued the world of two.

The woman looked at the family passing by outside the window and smoked quietly. He approached to her intimate relationship. He didn't know what he mentioned, but the two started arguing.

"I and you can't see the future!"

"What a bullshit in the future! Don't you just want more things? Luck! I'm just not lucky! Give me a few opportunities to rise, and I can also give you what I want!"

After a while, the man slammed the door and left. The woman also angrily threw many things out the window, including the small bag. The woman didn't know that although the above words were nonsense, from some perspective, this sentence had a different taste in the eyes of the flying butterfly corpse.

Couples lament the powerlessness of love and the ruthlessness of reality. Children's sorrow test results are sluggish, thinking that maybe they are not working hard enough. The old man who is about to say goodbye to the city is drunk in a tavern, feeling that he was unable to take a step towards his beloved when he was young, and feeling the injustice of the world.

Everything that happened in this neighborhood is filled with the breath of "failure" in the general perception of this human world. In people's eyes, it is reality, talent, luck, family background, choice, diligence, etc. that blocks his way forward. Who knows that what you really need to face is not reality, nor choice... but a demon called fate.

In the eyes of this demon, there is no distinction between human identities, and even the social order they rely on for survival is meaningless. Where they stand has nothing to do with themselves, all because of how it arranged it at the beginning.

This devil of fate is vulnerable to a certain butterfly, or thousands of butterflies. In their eyes, fate is divided into countless, which makes fate feel its own insignificance, hatred and shame. In the eyes of butterflies, where humans stand or have nothing to do with themselves, all because of their own strength, which fate they live in.

Human beings are so small that they have no say in the face of great power.

Now, there is a butterfly. It is clearly one of thousands of butterflies, but it can transcend these great powers, and fly in a clear direction with the fluctuations of cause and effect. This not only reminds fate and the butterflies of a certain force that had met many years ago. They remembered their embarrassment in front of this power, so they were unwilling to pursue the fault of these or two butterflies, for fear of using this thread that was protruding from a sweater to pull out the power they could not control.

This world is influenced by many forces, and no matter how great an existence is, it is mutually restricted, not to do whatever it wants.

So the butterfly flew into the distance, flew to Lebney City, and lurked above this down-and-out neighborhood. In its eyes, there was only one line left in the world, a line connected by the sac. As for everything else, including the melancholy signal sent by humans, it was meaningless.

A butterfly does not pose any threat to great power, but it is enough to cause hurricanes and destroy the world in this human world.

The bag draws a parabola in the air and falls on the wet streets, just about midnight. Its first day is over.

The butterfly took off again, and the bag was taken away by a city mouse. When passing by a dark alley, it was taken away by a wild cat. A big bird competed for the trophy with the cat, and finally the bag was taken to the sky by the bird. The bird flew all the way above the city of Lebnery, and was about to fly out of the city, but was knocked down by a few boys who were playing long-distance attacks. The bag fell on a truck full of spices. Time passed by, and the owner of the spice shop discovered it and thought it was a gift from the manufacturer. So he put it on his stall and was soon beaten by a noble woman. After many people changed hands, on the third day of it, a nobleman who had an affair gave it to his lover before leaving. The lover named Laila later changed into a servant's outfit, received an order from the butler in the kitchen, and took the plate to the military training ground without stopping, thinking about future glory and wealth along the way. He never expected that she would leave this mansion today, and the gentleman who had an affair with her could not fulfill those promises at all. She was destined to be a pathetic woman for a long time.

In this way, this poison sac passed through the hands of many "murderers". The thread had been pulled and the last butterfly arrived.

There are so many people in the process. Once they succeed, there is no trace of the initiator... This is also the strongest assassination.

In fact, at the beginning, the target of the assassination was not Ramrek Lebney, but a general named Butling in the stands. But the situation has changed drastically and the arrow has to be turned, so Ramrek became the ultimate victim.

The golden arrow hit Ramrek Lebney. The moment he contacted, the butterfly chain behind him spread out instantly, extending all the way on the scroll with gold edges. Leila, her lover, the city mouse, stripper, and Mr. Chang'an, were all in this scroll, extending to endless darkness.

All the cause and effect are heavily pressed on that strike point and run through everything.

"Sa!" The toxin covered Ramrek's face.

At some point, Lazor seemed to see a dancing butterfly flying by the battlefield.

In its wings, the scene it recorded along the way is played.
Chapter completed!