Chapter 92: XCII. The Orange Is Set
On the way, Liszt took a windward bath, which indeed was quite refreshing.
In the study.
He was back in his original spot.
The next day, dawn.
Inside Dreya Manor, there were gentlemen’s clothes, all prepared for Liszt. Her taste far surpassed Liszt’s, almost to an indescribable extent.
Straight-cut black trousers, lace-up leather boots, an open-necked white shirt, knowing that Liszt was coming back this time, she even picked out a silver pendant necklace as a gift.
Dreya’s complexion looked much better than before. Even as a member of the Blood Clan, as long as she drank regularly, her body still functioned normally, and her skin retained warmth.
Liszt, however, seemed somewhat dispirited. Putting on boots felt several times more exhausting than traversing the mountains in Wind Breath Canyon, slaying his way back to Lavender Town and then back to the secret port.
At last, Dreya had been entirely subdued, utterly compliant.
Once he put on the outfit that Dreya had paired for him, he immediately shed the pirate look and carried a bit of the air of a noble official.
"The clothes you were wearing earlier, just leave them. I’ll have a servant wash them," Dreya said, wrapped in her dressing gown, as she personally helped Liszt wear his coat. "When will you shave that beard? It’s terribly unrefined."