Chapitre 524: Self-reliant

Thales stood at the side of the study table on the second floor while feeling uneasy. He brought out a towel soaked in hot water from the wooden basin. 

He was still dressed in the training uniform, which had different spots soaked with sweat, and also stank. His skin was sticky and oily. The lacerations and bruises ached slightly, and the soreness remained in his body, causing much discomfort to him.

It was as if he returned to the period of time when he was a child beggar. 

But Thales did not say a word.

He merely rubbed his face and his neck quietly. There was a slight bit of expectation and nervousness in him as he occasionally looked at the valiant shadow who had her arms folded before her chest as she stood by the window.