The second hand of the watch on Albert Einstein's wrist was trembling slightly as it moved forward. One grid at a time, the speed is even.

Connor Phillips returned to his office. With an indifferent smile on his face, he spread his hands: "It's done."

Einstein blinked his eyes and frowned slightly: "Connor, you won't have to pay a high price to solve the problem of the rugged time zone, right? With the mysticism I know, these so-called gods

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