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"Indeed. But are you saying all this information was brought by the gentleman behind you?" Valentino asked curiously, looking at Falan, who was standing at the very back.

Master Kosen was taken aback for a moment, then pushed Mage Falan forward.

"That’s right, this is him. Sir Robson rescued him from the battlefield. Unfortunately, he has amnesia and has now signed an employment contract with Sir Robson.

He is a Magic genius, but sadly, he cannot cultivate his abilities." As Master Kosen spoke, he looked at Robson.

’Clearly, he wants Robson to give up his contract with Falan right now so Valentino can pay a high price to buy this Magic genius.’

"For Sir Robson to acquire such a genius is truly a cause for celebration," Valentino said with a smile.

As for Master Kosen’s words, she paid them no mind. ’It’s only a matter of time. If I act rashly now, I might end up offending someone.’

"Sir Robson is right. We should have the Mages study this knowledge now," said Valentino.

"We should focus on learning the construction of Magic for things like city walls and traps. We don’t have much time," Robson added.

Just as the group was talking, Falan suddenly walked up to Robson.

"Sir, I’d like to talk to you about this," Falan said, looking at Robson.

.....

"Sir, that’s not what you said before!" Falan looked a little angry.

"This information should be made public! It could make the Human Race much stronger!" Falan grew agitated as he spoke.

Robson looked at Falan’s angry expression and understood the source of his fury.

Having gotten to know him over this period, Robson wasn’t sure if Falan truly had some so-called mission in his heart, but Falan’s way of thinking certainly tended to view issues from the perspective of all humanity.

"I don’t see it that way." Robson shook his head, cutting off Falan’s tirade.

"What?" Interrupted, Falan was momentarily unable to process.

"I said, I don’t see it that way.

Sir, do you know what year it is?" Robson asked in return.

Falan paused. He hadn’t really paid attention to such things these past few days.

"What year?"

"Year 897 of the Frank Kingdom’s Knight King Calendar, and year 3299 of the Holy Church Calendar. I trust you’ve spent some time reading during this period. Have you found any trace of that so-called kingdom from your memory?" Robson asked.

"No, I haven’t." Falan thought carefully and realized he truly didn’t know.

"So, you see, you don’t understand this era, but I do. It doesn’t matter whether your talk of a ’mission’ is real or fake.

Do you know how humans defeated the Beastmen, how they defeated the Elf Race to become the dominant power on the continent?

It was through military might! In all the nations of the Human Race, even in the most prosperous Mage Kingdom Tilia in the south, Knights still make up seventy percent of the nobility.

For humans, the number of Mages is just too small! Where are the Mages? With the Moon Elves we defeated, with the strange and ancient races we drove to the Land of the Far North.

Do you understand? Once this knowledge is made public, it’s impossible to keep it secret. And when that happens, who will be strengthened more—the Human Race, or the other races? The answer is obvious," said Robson.

After that speech, Falan was completely stunned. He felt like something was wrong, but upon reflection, it all seemed to make sense.

Of course, this argument was flawed. It looked fine on the surface, but in reality, it was like skipping dinner just so your neighbors wouldn’t smell the food.

The Elf Race’s defeat was due to their arrogance and small numbers; their reproductive cycle is a full two times longer than that of humans! Besides, there was no guarantee the Elves didn’t already have this kind of knowledge.

As for the ancient races driven to the north, their total population was smaller than the Beastman Empire’s. Moreover, the one who drove them out was the first to unite the entire Human Race—the Glory Country, the Atlantis Empire. Even in today’s history books, Atlantis represents a glorious era.

At that time, the Emperor mobilized the entire nation and nearly wiped out the ancient races. Unfortunately, no one could have predicted that after driving them away, the one to reap the greatest benefits would be the Beastman Empire.

It’s true that humans’ talent for Magic is not on par with the Elves, but so what? The human population is more than ten times that of the Elves. If the Human Race weren’t so prone to internal strife, they would have unified the world long ago.

But for the current Falan, who had no worldly experience, this rhetoric had clearly shaken him to the core.

"But... but..." Falan opened his mouth, wanting to say more.

"There are no ’buts,’ sir. You don’t understand this era. From now on, you should consult me first on all matters," Robson said with a shake of his head and a sigh.

"Regardless, we must keep this matter within our control.

Do you understand? If this document leaks, it will have a very serious impact on the dominant position of the entire Human Race.

If the once-weak Tilia Kingdom suddenly rises to power, do you think they will continue to endure the oppression of the Algeria Kingdom? What comes next? A new struggle for the Emperor’s throne?

What do we do if those other races rise up during this time?

You can’t just consider things from an academic perspective. We must take all factors into account. Otherwise, why has our scholarship stagnated for thousands of years?" Robson demanded.

This completely shattered Falan’s mental defenses. He suddenly looked dejected.

"I understand, sir, but... then what am I even here for?" For a moment, Falan was lost in self-doubt.

’Seems like I might have gone a bit overboard with the manipulation...’

"AHEM... No need to be so discouraged. You just don’t understand. You only know the scholarship of the Ivory Tower, not the cruelty of politics. You don’t get it, but I do.

You haven’t actually done anything wrong. It’s just that everything requires the right approach.

In the future, if you have any new ideas or complete a new task I’ve given you, just report to me first.

As long as we take it slow and find the right method, even a bad thing can be turned into a good one," Robson said slowly and deliberately, without a hint of a blush or a quickened heartbeat, as if he were genuinely concerned for the entire Human Race.

In reality, Robson wasn’t even entirely sure who the King of the Tilia Kingdom was.

"I understand. Thank you, Sir." After hearing Robson’s words, a light returned to Falan’s eyes, as if he had found the root of the problem.