A month had passed since the Alien Monster attack on the shelter, and as far as public opinion was concerned, the incident had more or less come to an end.
But from the company's perspective, it was nowhere near over.
"So your judgment is that these Alien Monsters are actually distributed across the outside world in far greater numbers than we imagined?"
Lin Qi looked over the materials Detective had brought him. They contained detailed records of Detective's investigations during this period.
They mentioned that he had discovered another settlement where the Nagaril People lived. At that settlement, he had found several objects bearing the characteristics of an alien civilization.
"A damaged Gold Wine Cup." Lin Qi looked at the exquisite cup in the photograph, regrettably broken though it was. Even through the image, he could sense the profound cultural atmosphere surrounding it.
In fact, many people had wondered whether history could be forged.
There were always interesting people who tried to muddy certain traces of history—or, more precisely, to fabricate them.
Some forgeries were crude. Using inferior materials and shoddy craftsmanship, they forged something exquisite, or even invented an ancient vessel or some other object.
Such forgeries were actually meaningless and worthless. They did not even require professional skills to expose the truth of the supposed antique through the crude handiwork, so sloppy that it could not be bothered to hide itself.
But there was another kind of forgery, one that was terrifying because it was impossible to distinguish from the real thing.
Some very interesting things had happened in Gefra. Gefra's history was not particularly long. It was merely the result of a group of war's losers migrating to a massive island and multiplying there.
Starting from a village, it gradually developed into a kingdom, then unified, and