Chapter 384: Aesthetic
"Beautiful." Xander opened his eyes and applauded. "Beautiful."
So did the other watchers. So did his fellow musicians. Dasha was a master at his art. That night, he did not receive information. He did not need to.
Men of power were arrogant. Tasos was no different. If he misunderstood what was in the box, if there was any confusion, he would not ask. He should understand because he was who he was. Xander was of the same lane. He did not ask him who or what Dasha really was. He asked for his name and discussed his talent and nothing else.
Dasha exited the Symposium while in-line with the other musicians. The two that held qins, popular among the Chinese patrons, and asked for his name.
"Myth," Dasha repeated over and over again.
And so, the name spread.
The black opera mask male split apart from the line-up when he could and headed back to his hideout in the Sukhothai. The lights of the marketplace were unusually brighter, signifying the time of night. Many stores and areas were open but some had closed. That included the fish Italian restaurant that he hid out at. The fish were swept from the front. Inside, the store was shut. The owner was sleeping on the chair, arms crossed.
Dasha opened the door and slipped inside with his invisibility activated. The owner didn’t notice his sponsor walk past him, open the hatch, go down the stairs, and enter the secret room.
His Qi Sense flared up. ’Somebody is already there—’
"Good morning!" Grace chirped, books to her side and on the table. She smiled happily. "I brought the new textbooks you wanted. They’re the latest editions too. The House of Wisdom isn’t cheap. you know!"
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