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"Truly, a hero emerges from youth."
This was the first sentence His Majesty the King uttered when he summoned Liu to an audience.
Undoubtedly, King Grecke Sal was an extremely punctual monarch. The Bay Crocodile warriors had informed Liu that the King would meet with the Shaman of Divine Songs alone half an hour later. Precisely after the shadow on the sundial in the center of the arena had moved one notch, His Majesty pushed open the door of the royal box.
His Majesty had the four Berserkers of Tel Aviv attending him leave the box and also gestured to stop the several Bimon from rising to bow, then he sat down opposite Liu with a thump.
Old Liu, bare-armed, with his shaman robe of porcupine skin wide open, displayed half his torso's rippling muscles. He held a crystal wine glass, and the wine, bright red, had just been sipped dry by him, staining his mutton chop beard as red as blood.
