"W-who the hell is that?"
"How did he get in here?"
"What do you know about plays, boy?"
"..."
"Wait a minute... I know this guy."
Amidst all the chaos, the young man named Jake stared at Adal closely, pointing a finger at him.
Adal also recognised Jake, which was why he had waited for the boy to speak up.
After all, Jake was a famous actor. A noble. He saw him only a few days ago.
"You're the author from Leonard Everstone's party? The one who gave his book to Prince George Wellington to read. I've heard that the Prince is loving it. Guys, this man is the real deal!"
As Jake spoke excitedly, Adal watched as all the men and women around him started to look at him with different eyes.
There were looks of disbelief on their faces.
The bald man, whose name Adal had discovered was Brondel, laughed.
"Him? He can't be any older than twenty-one. What does he know about plays?" The older man mocked.
Adal shrugged his shoulders.
"About plays? More than any of you combined."
