"It's not that he doesn't want to, it's that he doesn't dare."
Ian's voice sounded in Pheobe's mind, answering her doubts about why Dwarves hesitated, "Dwarves has an almost pathological obsession with keeping knowledge secret. He saw the technical content of my ring, and if he communicated with me, he would probably violate the clan rules."
"I don't understand."
Pheobe frowned, "Isn't it a good thing to share knowledge? Only communication can promote the progress of magic and technology."
"That's what we thought."
Ian sighed, "In this universe, 'knowledge sharing' is a heretical concept. Most powerful races are engaged in technological blockade."
He stopped and looked out through the corridor window at the busy and backward space port.
"This is also my biggest discovery in the past three months."
Ian explained, "Although interstellar navigation has become popular, the social structure of most civilizations here still remains in the Middle Ages. The common people are ignorant, poor, and may be killed by monsters at any time; while the nobles and strong ones master magic and technology and are superior."
"This is very unreasonable." Pheobe pointed out the problem keenly, "Since we can build spaceships, why can't we improve people's livelihood?"
"Because it is in the interests of the rulers."
Ian said coldly, "To be precise, it is in the interests of the gods."
"In this world, knowledge equals power. A mortal with knowledge will have a stronger soul, an increase in magic power, and may even ignite Divine Flame."
"So, the gods are deliberately pursuing a policy of obscuring the people. They don't need smart believers, they only need obedient lambs."
Pheobe felt chills running down his spine. "Doesn't that mean that our Arcane Empire... is the mortal enemy of the gods?"
"That's right."
Ian smiled unbridledly, "One day, we will light the torch of reason and burn the thrones of the gods. We will let the glory of Truth shine to every corner of the universe."
"But..."
He changed the topic and reassured, "Don't worry. Milky Way Galaxy is a forgotten corner, and the hands of the gods haven't stretched out that far yet. We have enough time to grow."
Pheobe looked at the ambitious man in front of him, feeling both fear and excitement in his heart.
"By the way." Pheobe suddenly remembered something, "With your personality, why didn't you just use Legilimency to read the memories of those two people?"
"I tried."
Ian shrugged, "It's useless. All the core secrets are locked by Soul Contract and the bloodline restriction. Forcibly cracking them will only make their heads explode. So I can only see some superficial experiences."
While talking, the two came to the door of a private box.
Opening the door, there was an old man sitting inside.
He has long silver-white hair and beard, and wears the iconic Half-moon Spectacles. Although he looks very old, his blue eyes contain Blink vitality that is rare among young people.
The only dissonant thing is that his right arm is empty.
"Professor Dumbledore?" Pheobe shouted in surprise.
"Oh, it's Pheobe."
Albus Dumbledore smiled and greeted, "You can just call me Albus. After all, I am just an ordinary mercenary now."
Ian looked at his broken arm. "Which adventure is this medal from again?"
"Yesterday." Dumbledore waved his remaining left hand carelessly, "It was chopped off by a Blade Mantis. That little thing moved so fast."
Although he had a broken hand, he didn't look depressed, but rather... excited?
Ian understands this mentality.
Dumbledore has been the strongest white wizard on earth for too long, and the loneliness of being in the cold at high places has made him depressed.
After being "exiled" to the universe by Ian, he discovered that his strength was nothing at all. Facing the vast starry sky and countless powerful enemies, the adventurous soul of the old Gryffindor finally awakened.
"Let me help you deal with it."
Ian raised his hand, and a complex Alchemical Array formed in the air.
[Limb Regeneration].
White light flashed. A few minutes later, a brand new arm grew out of Dumbledore's shoulder.
"Tsk tsk, it's so convenient." Dumbledore moved his new arm and sighed, "It's much faster than Madam Pomfrey's Bone-Growing Potion."
Ian looked at this scene and shook his head secretly.
In fact, using Alchemy to make an arm directly would save more magic power, but he was too lazy to explain.
"Okay, the reminiscing is over."
Ian sat down and his expression became serious, "Albus, do you have any clues about the matter you are asked to investigate?"