"Seriously, didn't we find absolutely nothing?"
Alonso sat on a massive stone stele with one leg tucked up, the other dangling in the air. Watching Robin busily working below, he spoke impatiently.
"No, this should be ruins from twelve hundred years ago, from the Moberu Dynasty... In modern historical studies, this absolutely counts as a major discovery."
Robin ignored Alonso and carefully examined the various inscriptions carved into the ruins.
Because Ohara in the West Blue had been destroyed, archaeology throughout the Pirate World had suffered a devastating blow. It was not only the Void Century that had become difficult to interpret correctly; research into nearly every other area of history had also ground to a halt.
Thus, even though the ruins in the Flower Country had been discovered years ago, no one had managed to decipher any significant findings from them.
After all, the World Government's execution of a few to warn the many had not only deprived the Pirate World of a great number of top scholars, but more importantly, it had made everyone else afraid to touch history at all. Whether it was the Void Century or any other branch of historical research, no one dared study it anymore.
Bored, Alonso lay flat atop the stone stele, staring at the sky and listening to Robin mutter. "Twelve hundred years ago... reconstruction... according to this inscription..."
"By the way, Robin," Alonso said, as if something had suddenly occurred to him, "you said there was a hundred-year gap in history. That means history from nine hundred years ago wasn't lost, right? What were people's lives like back then?"
"What were they like?" Robin gave him a strange look. "Pretty much the same as they are now?"
"The same? Then what about the world's environment? Were there also so many