Although the maid named Luna did not appear again, Argate's special drink appeared on the plate of each meal as scheduled, slowly and carefully repairing her body.

If she has to take a shower and change clothes later, she will definitely be pinched and touched by someone. Her injuries are only disguised on the surface, and her inner body has been healed, so it is inevitable that she will be discovered by others.

But according to her injuries, it is impossible to complete the meticulous work of washing white and smearing fragrant fragrance by herself. After all, she is now disabled so that she should not even lift her arms.

Nian Nian's eyes finally fell on his right wrist, thinking about the operability of resorting to force, or exerting his pretentiousness and indomitableness, rather than go into the water?

Perhaps not being able to swim can be a reasonable excuse.

Entering the steaming and fragrant bathroom, the servants placed the lounge chair next to the two-meter-square bathhouse, retreated one after another, closed the door, and left it to four strange ladies in white every year.

One immediately turned around to test the water temperature, adding spices and petals in a certain order and proportion, as if he wanted to make a hearty pot of fresh soup.

One of them arranged many bottles and jars in turn, opened one of them, picked out a little with his fingernails, and applied it to the back of his left hand of Nian Nian. After careful observation, he should be testing whether these things produced by the Holy See would be rejected by pagan black-skinned elves.

One of them gently tidied her hair with a comb, probably to tie it up so that he would not get stuck in the pond.

The last young lady knelt beside her, unpacked the thin blanket covering her body, looked at it, and pointed her fingers at the wound on her shoulder.

Every Nian calmly watched her movements and her fingers moved.

The slightly cool fingers just gently brushed her wound, and a trace of fresh blood was dyed with fingertips. I was not too late to be surprised every year. The maid was already looking straight into her eyes and said softly:

"It should hurt a little when you touch the wound when you take off your clothes, and you will inevitably touch it when you wear clothes. Please be patient."

Every year nodded obediently, a little shy, and said softly:

"Thank you, Miss."

The maid saw her embarrassment, held her right hand, and laughed softly:

"No need to be embarrassed, we are the same."
Chapter completed!