Miles no longer had to lie on the bed. The wound on his but.t had been scabbed over for a day and was not likely to crack. However, walking was extremely painful.
As soon as Wesley entered the mansion, he saw Miles walking out of the study in a strange posture, holding a pot of wine in his right hand, a few books under his armpit, and his left hand behind his waist, walking with a limp.
It can be as funny as it can be.
"You are here, Your Highness. Hazel has prepared the meal. Let's go together."
When Miles saw him, he greeted him warmly, but he didn't dare to move too much for fear of hurting the wound.
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