An ox cart arrived at the Imperial Feather Guards' camp. From quite a distance away, a corner of the curtain was lifted, revealing a queue that stretched for hundreds of meters. The man nodded. "Quite a few have come. At last, I can give Prince Dai an account."
His legs were impaired. Once the ox cart stopped, the driver and servant jumped down, carried out a chair that could be pushed along, carefully settled the man into it, and slowly pushed him toward the entrance.
People nearby looked over curiously. What drew their eyes was not so much the man as the chair that could be ridden while moving. Its upper portion was no different from an ordinary chair, but beneath it were two wheels several sizes smaller than ox-cart wheels, fixed to the chair. A servant could push it from behind, making it exceedingly convenient.
This object was called a wheelchair. Half a year ago, it had been brought in by a merchant caravan entering the Capital City. Though it was an ingenious notion that ordinary people might never have conceived, once one existed, copying it was not difficult. Half a year later, several general stores in the Capital City were selling wheelchairs, and practically every carpenter in the city knew how to make them, for the convenience of elderly, sick, and injured people with impaired mobility.
Now that someone was being pushed here in a wheelchair to watch the excitement, it was hardly anything strange.
"My lord, I spread word of this throughout the martial world as you instructed. But judging by the number of people here, even without my help, plenty would have come." The servant pushing the wheelchair was tall and well-built. An unusual gleam seemed to flicker in his eyes, and faint Killing Intent clung