Before the evening concert began, Schiller had wanted to find someone to go with him. He went to Strange's room, but the attendant said Strange was not there. Loki also seemed to be busy with something, so Schiller had no choice but to head alone to the concert hall on the fourth floor.
Since entry time was fixed, Schiller, having arrived a little early, could only wait at the door. Fortunately, most of the guests here had a habit of arriving early, so most of them were waiting outside as well.
Just as Schiller was studying the patterns on a nearby vase, he heard a young voice beside him. "Hello, sir. May I speak with you?"
Schiller turned and found a humanoid youth standing across from him. He called him humanoid because his skin was blue, and his thick black hair was braided into many plaits that fell behind his head.
His attire somewhat resembled that of an African tribal chieftain from Earth. Though the colors and materials of his ornaments differed, they still carried a hint of wild tribal flair.
The youth smiled and extended One Hand. "Hello. I am Prince Aran of the Dordel Federation in Centaurus. Humans shake hands as a greeting, correct?"
Schiller shook his hand and said, "Yes, your etiquette is impeccable. But what did you want to discuss?"
"Oh, it's like this." The young prince named Aran gave an awkward smile. "I went to find Earth's Sorcerer Supreme twice. The first time, the attendant said he had gone to soak in the hot springs. The second time, the attendant said he was not in his room and did not know where he had gone."
"There aren't many humans here. I only saw you in the corridor just now. I simply wanted to ask when