Alvin and the other two climbed aboard Meng Tian's chariot...
As Alvin got on, Meng Tian's Charioteer grinned ingratiatingly at him with a huge, drafty mouth missing half its teeth...
The man had none of the imposing, blood-spattered swagger he'd shown before, when he'd seemed ready to spill blood at the slightest provocation...
While Meng Tian looked on awkwardly, Alvin reached out and replenished the life energy of the legless, gaunt man...
Mainly, he fixed up the man's terrible mouth!
Alvin didn't give him any armor or anything like that, but the Charioteer was already grinning from ear to ear.
Unable to speak because of damage to his vocal cords, the Charioteer drove while his spirit emerged from his body and repeatedly cupped his hands toward Alvin...
When Alvin saw that the man's spirit couldn't speak either, he was about to ask what was going on.
Meng Tian pressed down on the Charioteer's head and stuffed him back into his body, motioning for him to focus on driving...
Then the legendary general looked at Alvin with a bitter expression and said, "His throat was damaged a long time ago...
He hasn't been able to speak for ages!"
Alvin felt once again how hard things must have been for the Qin Emperor. If even Meng Tian's Charioteer was in this state, the army in the Underworld must be faring even worse.
Patting the Charioteer on the shoulder, Alvin smiled and said, "Things will get better!
At the very least, I can figure out how to attach prosthetic legs for you. If you're not too picky, you'll be able to run around again soon."
Meng Tian's cloak snapped as he excitedly stirred the air around the chariot, blocking the howling wind. He stared at Alvin and asked, "Is that true?
You know