After some deliberating with Angel, Max entered the bathroom connected to his public workshop to take a much-needed shower. After he finished cleaning himself up, he left wearing the nicest clothes he had- As in, the only work robes that weren't patched all over with spare thread or had burn marks crossing the sleeves. The problems of being a magical engineer were numerous, but one of the issues that bothered him the most was the clothes. While his body was constantly being tempered by the high-quality Mana surging through his Mana core and in his veins, his clothes weren't nearly as durable.