In an hour, Locke had a good wash.
In the mirror, the young man's eyes were deep and bright, and on his slightly pale face, his immature had already been replaced by fortitude.
Looking at his handsome face, Locke couldn't help but sigh, "I finally recover my original appearance."
In the past ten days, he had also used the water magic to take a few simple baths, but he had basically washed his body roughly, it was not as comfortable as lying in the bathtub like this.
After washing, Locke didn't waste any more time, opened the door, and went out. Tonight, Count Peter held a dinner party and invited Locke to join.
"Why hasn't he come out yet?"
The maid Vera said impatiently.
Finally, she heard the door open. She raised her head slowly. However, the next moment, her eyes suddenly trembled, and the whole person was like a stone statue.
A few seconds later, Vera covered her mouth and said in a dull tone, "You are Locke..."
It was not her fault to be so surprised.