Hearing this, Falan took a few steps forward.
He didn't go to the finely decorated display cases, but instead walked over to a pile of miscellaneous goods. He rummaged through them, picking out some stone slabs and carelessly tossing them to the side.
He stacked up several dozen of them.
"That should be enough, Robson. These are the ones," Falan said.
"This... General, are you fond of collecting these sorts of things?" Viscount Herman asked, puzzled.
Robson nodded.
"Indeed. How much for all this?"
"Well... If it were anyone else, I'd just let it be.
But since it's you, General, I must tell you—these things are basically all fakes.
We put them in the miscellaneous pile because we were going to throw them out," Viscount Herman said, shaking his head.
"Fakes?" Robson was astonished.
"That's right. A while ago, there were rumors about some prehistoric civilization, and a batch of these things just happened to appear on the market.
