Duke Gale was sitting in his wheelchair and relaxing in the sun, his legs covered with a blanket.
Dai Li took a close look at Duke Gale. He maintained his face so well, that he didn't look like a man aged 61. However, the grey in his dark-brown hair, and completely white hair on his temples, were telltale signs that exposed that he had experienced vicissitude.
Duke Gale had a low-pitched voice, but he was very talkative. He kept talking, his topics including almost everything. Dai Li even felt that he maybe had met a comedian rather than a noble.
Shouldn't a man of nobility be quiet and calm? Why is he is such a chatterbox? Dai Li thought.
Duke Gale held forth for more than half an hour. In the end, it was Nelson who couldn't bear the duke's chatter.
"Sir, please let Coach Li examine you now," Nelson said.
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Lying in bed, Duke Gale was massaged by Dai Li. He couldn't help thinking of his past.
