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    The royal palace was buzzing with activity. Since the announcement of Mr. X''s conference, the usually calm corridors were filled with motion. Officials, ministers, and advisors rushed from one meeting to another, their faces reflecting a mix of excitement and anxiety.

    In the council room, the Prime Minister stood at the end of the oval table, nervously tapping his fingers on a folder marked "Confidential." Across from him, several ministers exchanged perplexed glances.

    "Do you realize what this means?" the Minister of Foreign Affairs said, visibly tense. "Delegations of scientists and mathematicians from around the world will flock here. Not just to listen to Mr. X, but to try to understand him. This is a first in our country''s modern history!"

    The Minister of Economy nodded.

    "And that''s not all. Technology companies and investors are already sending representatives to monitor the event. This is no longer just an academic issue. It''s economic and geopolitical."

    A young advisor, eyes fixed on a tablet, added:

    "Luxury hotels are fully booked, and airlines are increasing flights to Macro. The capital is becoming a global center in a matter of days."

    The Minister of Internal Security, seated at the end of the table, spoke in a grave tone.

    "And you think this is a good thing? This event is also attracting spies, foreign agents, and opportunists. We must be prepared for anything. This isn''t just a conference—it''s a strategic target."

    A silence fell as the weight of his words settled in. The Prime Minister placed his hands on the table and declared:

    "We cannot afford to let this opportunity slip. For the first time, Macro is not just a small kingdom on the outskirts of the great powers. We are at the center of global attention."

    He fixed his gaze on the Security Minister.

    "Strengthen surveillance and establish strict protocols for all visitors. I want identity checks on every scientist, journalist, and guest."

    The minister nodded, taking notes.

    The Minister of Education spoke up.

    "We must also think about our own academics. This will be their chance to meet and learn from the greatest minds in the world. I''d like to organize parallel seminars for our students and professors."

    The Prime Minister nodded.

    "Good idea. This isn''t just a scientific event—it''s a moment to inspire our youth and develop our institutions."

    The Economic Advisor leaned forward, visibly concerned.

    "But, Sir, we also need to manage expectations. What if Mr. X fails? Or if his conference raises more questions than answers?"

    The Prime Minister gave a knowing smile.

    "You forget who Mr. X is. He never does anything halfway. If he''s decided to speak, it''s because he already knows he''s going to shake the world."

    Murmurs of approval rippled through the room. But at the back, the Minister of Internal Security remained thoughtful, his gaze fixed on the city map.

    "We''re going to need an emergency evacuation plan and multiple levels of security. This man isn''t just a mathematician. For many, he''s a living weapon. And some may not come to learn, but to neutralize."

    The Prime Minister turned to him, his expression hardening.

    "Then make sure they fail."

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    Royal Hotel of Macro

    In a private lounge of the hotel, foreign diplomats already present in the country spoke in hushed tones.

    "They''ve managed to bring everyone here," murmured the British ambassador. "And now, we all have to follow their lead."

    "They''re playing with fire," replied his American counterpart. "If this conference becomes a hotbed of espionage, they''ll lose more than they''ve gained."

    "Or," the French ambassador interjected, "they''ve already calculated every move. You forget that Mr. X leaves nothing to chance."

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    "Double the checks. No personal devices allowed in the room. If they want to record, they''ll have to use our monitored equipment. And make sure all transmissions go through our encrypted servers."

    "That''s already in motion. But there''s one more thing."

    "Another one?"

    "The United States has increased its pressure. They''re threatening additional sanctions against any institution collaborating with us. Some guests are concerned about their funding and reputation."

    Lassen rolled his eyes.

    "Then those who are scared can stay home. This isn''t a daycare."

    The Prime Minister gave a small, relieved smile at the response.

    "I suspected as much. But it needed to be clarified."

    "You know I don''t like compromises." Lassen set down his cup. "What else?"

    The Prime Minister glanced at his notes.

    "There''s also the issue of the media. CNN, BBC, and several major networks want to broadcast the conference live. Do you want to impose restrictions?"

    "Yes. No spontaneous questions during the event. They''ll receive an approved list. I''m not here to answer provocations—only to present facts."

    The Prime Minister paused before announcing, a bit hesitantly:

    "One last thing... The dean of The king 5 University wants to award you the title of honorary professor. He says your contributions deserve official recognition."

    Lassen, who had just brought his cup of tea to his lips, froze.

    Then he burst out laughing. Not a small chuckle, but a full-blown laugh that echoed through the room. He set his cup down to avoid spilling it and leaned forward slightly, shaking with amusement.

    "Is it really that funny?"

    "A professor? Me? You mean an official title with a ceremony, speeches, and all that?"

    The Prime Minister gave a slightly embarrassed smile, clearly surprised by the reaction.

    "They''re very serious. The dean said your contributions to science and mathematics far surpass those of most current researchers. He even mentioned it could inspire future generations."

    "Inspire? Me? Do you realize I didn''t even finish high school? They want to make me a professor when I barely passed entrance exams!"

    The minister froze, as if struck by a revelation.

    "Wait... Are you telling me you didn''t finish high school?"

    "Not even a diploma." Lassen leaned back in his chair, arms crossed, a mischievous smile playing on his lips. "I dropped out long before I had the chance to fail my exams."

    The minister blinked, the shock evident on his face.

    "Are you serious?"

    "Do I look like I''m joking? My greatest academic achievement was probably falling asleep in math class."

    An awkward silence settled, broken only by Lassen taking another sip of tea.

    "And now they want to make me a professor when I''ve never even passed a history test."

    The minister ran a hand over his forehead, trying to process the absurdity of the situation.

    "They see you as a genius. What you''ve accomplished far exceeds any diploma."

    "Maybe." Lassen shrugged nonchalantly. "But you have to admit it''s funny. Academics want to learn from someone they probably wouldn''t have admitted a few years ago."

    The minister eventually smiled, though his expression still betrayed lingering disbelief.

    "So... should I tell them you''ll accept their offer?"

    Lassen set his cup down and shook his head with a sly grin.

    "Tell them I''ll think about it. After all, maybe I should go back to high school first."