No matter how mature and steady Robin is, he is calm and unconventional, and now he is so angry that his face turns red by Garen:

“Bad talk!”

"Demacia? Isn't Demacia the name of your company?"

But Robin's expression became solemn again, and his eyes looked at Garen full of questions:

She didn't know what the name of the giant kingdom was.

What if Galen really has something to do with this huge kingdom, so he used the name of the kingdom as the name of the company?

But Garen immediately answered Robin's question:

"Is this?"

"Anyway, they are all made up, so there is no problem with calling Demacia."

Robin was so angry that his chest was fluctuating, and he couldn't help but shouted in anger: "You, you don't understand the historical text at all?"

"Is it important to understand or not?"

Garen waved his hand easily and asked:

"I'll ask you a question"

"Does anyone else understand the text of history besides you in this world?"

""

Robin calmed down in silence before answering with a gloomy face: "There may be, but I don't know."

"That's basically nothing."

Garen nodded, pointed to the strange words and said:

“Since everyone doesn’t know what it says”

"Then I said what was written on it, what was written on it!"

"you?!"

Robin subconsciously refuted: "How can you fabricate history like this!"

"How can this be called fabricating history?"

Galen showed a bit of complacent expression and told Robin his publicity experience:

"This is just a reasonable means of public opinion propaganda:"

"When I have the need and ability in the future, I can swing a few big stones that no one can understand."

"Then find out from the corner several non-famous scholars who were 'also persecuted by the world government' and praise them as public officials, and let them post articles in the media to 'interpret' the text on the historical text."

"No one can understand it anyway"

"I just say that I am the legal heir to the huge kingdom Demacia, and the son of the times who have undertaken the heavy responsibility of history. Who can refute me?"

Galen paused and even more "shameless" talked about his fraud plan:

"And in fact, there is no need to spend time looking for historical texts. Isn't it just a few stones?"

"Please ask a few stonemasons and I will carve two pieces myself!"

"Anyway, as I see it, no one dares to try it out."

Robin was speechless, just staring at Garen with a surprised look:

Although this kind of fabrication of history is very despicable from the academic perspective of an archaeologist; but from the practical perspective of an ambitious person, the despicable means Galen sounded very effective.

After all, Robin has seen Garen's ability to engage in public opinion these days. It is not difficult to make anything out of nothing.

But Galen became more and more spiritual as he spoke, and his ambition to create history continued to echo in his chest:

"When the world government and I openly stand on the opposite side"

In front of Robin, a wanted criminal in the world government, Galen was not afraid to reveal his full malice towards the world government:

"I can say that the people who created the world government are all gangsters, bandits, and bandits who have dug up huge corners of the kingdom and took advantage of the world crisis to take advantage of the world's crisis."

"No, this is a bit insufficient"

Galen frowned and modified the history he had just made even more exciting:

"Then let's just say that the celestial dragons are actually parasitic beasts disguised as humans, or ghouls who make a living by eating human flesh. In short, they are monsters that cannot survive without eating humans."

"Anyway, not many people have seen Tianlong people, and they don't know if they have seen Tianlong people."

""

Hearing Garen's words, he turned the rulers of this world into human-cannibal monsters. Robin could already imagine how much impact such a "historical text" would have on the situation in this world if it was spread.

"kindness"

Garen's eyes lit up and opened his mouth to make up a new trick:

"Or it is, eight hundred years ago, a demon from another world appeared on this planet."

"This demon ruined the beautiful and huge kingdom, and then led a life of exploitative class that ruled the world with twenty evil little brothers."

"Stop talking!"

Robin covered his face helplessly, and the qualities of a real scholar made her unable to listen to Garen's nonsense again:

"It would be fine to say that the dragon people are human-eating monsters, but what kind of mess is this 'animal world'!"

"My research results are very well-founded."

Garen was very motivated, but he just continued:

"If it weren't for the demons of another world, how could ancient texts be lost?"

"Then what was passed down was English, Japanese and Chinese characters."

"shut up!"

Robin couldn't help but shout.

Garen's voice came to an abrupt end, as his mouth was already tightly covered by two hands that grew from his shoulders.

He finally obediently suppressed his thrilling creation**.

Garen silently reached out and pryed open the palm of the Robin flower fruit, and said jokingly:

"If I want to keep my mouth shut next time, can I use my own hands?"

"Although the hands that grow up feel similar in touch, it feels too strange."

But Robin ignored Garen's intention to joke, and just said with a cold face:

"Since you don't need me as an archaeologist at all, what are you going to recruit me at the risk of being an enemy of the world government?"

"this"

Garen pondered for a moment, and then replied seriously:

"First, I have never been a 'law-abiding citizen' of the world government. It will be a matter of time before I stand opposite to the world government."

"Second, everyone in the world knows that you are the son of O'Hara's demon and the only archaeologist who can interpret the text of history."

Galen looked at Robin deeply:

"So, then you will be the best person to help me make up stories."

"You want me to say these nonsense for you?"

As a scholar, Robin is very resistant to Garen's behavior of disrespect for history.

"certainly."

Garen admitted his thoughts very openly:

"I took you, the thorn in the side of the world government, and I worked hard to help you find the historical text you dream of. Can't you ask you to say something for me?"

Garen glanced at Robin again, and his voice suddenly became a little serious:

"Often people twist my neck like you did before, and they have long died under my sword like a sand crocodile."

"Not only did I not kill you, I also kept you as my secretary. A small part of the reason is naturally because you are useful to me."

"As an employee, you can't ignore the boss!"

""

Robin thought about it for a long time in a tangled way before finally making up his mind to step onto the pirate ship of Garen.

Compared to the heroes like Clockdal who had to ask her about the whereabouts of ancient weapons, Galen just wanted to use it as a strange ambitionist who used it as a material for public opinion propaganda, it would naturally be much safer.

"All right"

Robin sighed lightly and expressed his loyalty to Garen: "I will meet your request, boss."

"Just call me my name."

Garen smiled with satisfaction and stretched out a hand to Robin: "Then, happy cooperation!"
To be continued...