Sitting in a wheelchair, turning the leather-wrapped wheels, Hilov did not let Ah Fu push, but wandered aimlessly around the garden by herself.
The flowers under the blazing sun reflected a crystal-clear light, and the repaired bronze statue of the little Angel continued to spray mist in circles, used for watering the flowers.
In the garden square of the Mechanical Palace, under the guidance of several veteran instructors, about twenty young men aged between twelve and seventeen were running in neat rows.
Since Horn left, perhaps fearing Hilov would feel lonely, many Child Soldiers were assigned as companions under the guise of servants.
With so many people joining, although most were young, the entire garden of the Mechanical Palace was neatly maintained by them.
The broken bricks and weeds were all cleaned up.
