One hundred and seventy-seven, be careful.
Clarke simply washed her face and put on the clothes the castle lord had given her. When I was about to change my clothes, I suddenly remembered Miraille's opinion and said that the other person looked good in red clothes.
Remembering the beautiful maid's smile and words, he thought for a while and decided to follow her suggestion and wear this dress.
Clark straightened his clothes in front of the mirror in his room. Clark frowned in the mirror. He did not appreciate her beauty, because the costumes that were popular among the nobility around the 17th century deeply encouraged him. aesthetic.
It took her a long time to figure out how to wear these clothes, and the shapes and colors were too exaggerated for her to accept.
"Why do you always wear socks..." Clark felt the soft, luxurious silk fabric against his skin, and felt shame and helplessness inside.
Of course, what made him even more disappointed was that he had to wear high heels.
After getting dressed and straightening his clothes, Clark stood blankly in front of the mirror, wondering about his life for a long time. It wasn't until he heard Valente knocking on the door that he came to his senses, answered the door, and followed Valente back to the restaurant.
The castle was really too big. On the way back to the restaurant, Clark secretly tried to remember the maze of paths he had seen along the way. The more he consciously tried to remember, the more he couldn't help but secretly sigh.
Clark returned to the restaurant and greeted Count Brevet, who had been waiting for him, ``I apologize for keeping you waiting, dear Count Brevet.''
"Hohoho, Mr. Clark, you've bee quite a gentleman," Count Bluebeard applauded with a gentle round of applause.
"Thank you for your approval." Clark nodded slowly and followed Count Bluebeard's signal to take a seat at the table.
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