There wasn’t a single trace of a beard on his face, and his thick hair had been tied into a tight ponytail.
He looked young, but in this world, age was difficult to discern.
“Yes, he is.”
“And what is this musician’s name?”
“Hadjar, venerable Eternal Stream.”
The Scholar immediately looked more interested, even if only for a moment.
“What a simple name, hopefully, the musician is better.” He said sluggishly.
No one mentioned that this was the name of the Prince of the Kingdom. Nobody wanted to incur the wrath of the local general, whose son was, at present, groping some of the most desirable women that Hadjar had ever seen in his life. And that was saying a lot, when you took into account that, in his past life, he had practically lived his life on the Internet.
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