Chapter 4
Hadjar was sitting at the table and playing with wooden knights, or so everyone thought. In fact, he was carefully studying the open scroll left there by the King. Frankly speaking, he’d allowed the neuronet to copy everything into its database. He couldn’t read the strange squiggles yet, but he’d realized that the drawings were associated with martial arts, or, to be more exact, with palm strikes. In the Prince’s opinion, it was quite corny. Thankfully, nobody was interested in his opinion.
In fact, he was seated at the Royal table with only one purpose in mind - to prevent the Palace from needing costly repairs again.
“Record,” Hadjar said for the umpteenth time.
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