Completely different from the dark basement in Burkland, Frunzberg was lying on a large hospital bed, staring at the bright sunshine outside the window in a daze.
He has lost his body and has become a god puppet without a spiritual body. Generally, god puppets cannot survive forever in this situation. The mental power bound in their bodies will dissipate little by little over time, and finally
Become a soulless puppet.
However, due to the extraction of a large amount of spiritual power and the use of special sealing magic technology, it seems that there is no possibility that Frunzberg's soul will dissipate in a short time.
In order to ensure that he would not cause any more problems, before arriving in Serris, the senior magicians of Eilandhir transformed Frunzberg's puppet body and replaced it with a body that was completely problem-free.
However, I don’t know whether these people deliberately made things difficult for Frunzberg or because they decided to restrict Frunzberg’s freedom. They did not install arms and legs on this new body!
In this way, Frunzberg was like a human stick with his limbs chopped off. He could only lie on the bed, unable to move at all.
Ever since, lying on the bed and looking at the bright sunshine outside the window became the only thing that the old man who betrayed Alan Hill did.
He is a puppet, he does not need to rest or sleep, so he can lie like this indefinitely and drown himself in boredom.
Compared with his previous experience in the Puppet Empire, the environment here is already very good. As a puppet who does not need to eat or drink, and only needs to replace the magic energy crystal, he can at least look out the window, which is rarely seen in the Puppet Empire.
of sunshine.
Two sparrows landed on the window sill, chirping non-stop. They didn't know that across a layer of glass, there was an old man lying in the room who was once the only high-level magician in Ireland.
There was a vase placed on the bedside table. It looked exquisite, but there were no flowers in it, and Frentzberg certainly couldn't smell the fragrance.
He is just a puppet, a puppet that cannot move, a puppet that has lost all human functions.
Originally, the God Puppet had many keen senses, which could enhance hearing or vision to serve better battles. However, due to the deliberate castration of the Puppet Empire, his head neither had strong hearing nor the eyesight beyond ordinary people.
He even didn't feel hungry, nor did he feel cold or hot. He couldn't even express a frown because his face no longer had the ability to express joy, anger, sorrow, and joy.
Therefore, even if he is happy or sad, others can only hear and understand from his tone of voice, but cannot predict anything through his facial expressions.
Although he also has to breathe, it is just a cycle of inhaling the surrounding magical atmosphere and converting it into energy to provide himself with the ability to move.
Is this the way to treat a traitor? That would be a bit too kind. Frunzberg thought with a wry smile in his still functioning mind.
Logically speaking, shouldn't we find a group of high-level magicians to study his state desperately, and then use various means to strip away his mental power and torture him until he dies regardless of his life or death?
But why, why until now, he can still lie so calmly and peacefully on a big bed, comfortably looking at the sparrows outside the window and the warm sunshine in a daze?
If, if he had known that staying in Eiland Hill could be so comfortable...or if he had seen through everything and given up on that unrealistic, so-called strongest pursuit, he himself would not have ended up where he is today.
Bar.
Suddenly, the two little sparrows at the window seemed to be frightened by something, and suddenly spread their wings and flew away.
Frunzberg was stunned for a moment, and then his heart was full of regret that the bird had flown away. He sighed softly, and then heard the sound of the door being pushed open from the outside.
The person who walked in was a Royal Guards soldier from Elanthir. However, he was no ordinary soldier, but a real magician.
This magician carries a long sword at his waist, and his black magic robe is embroidered with the emblem of a golden eagle spreading its wings.
"Someone will come to see you soon, traitor!" the soldier said, putting the chair in his hand next to Frunzberg's bed who could not move, and then walked over to check Frunzberg's bed.
State, carefully looked at the magic confinement device on the body.
"Why don't you ask who came to see you?" Seeing Frunzberg lying there like a corpse without saying a word, the soldier asked again.
It's just his hobby. After arousing the other person's curiosity, he will use his mouth to make the other person suffer from endless curiosity.
This kind of thing from the spiritual level made Frunzberg feel deeply painful. But after being fooled several times, Frunzberg no longer believed in the Eiland Hill guards who guarded him.
"I won't tease you this time. Just guess. If you guess correctly, I will raise a bird or something in this room." The soldier saw that Frunzberg was not fooled, so he increased his chips.
.
Frunzberg closed his eyes and rested, looking uninterested in the other party's provocation. However, after only waiting for a second, he was moved by the image of a bird cage hanging in the room.
.
"There is only one person left who can come here to see me." He replied confidently: "If I guessed correctly, it's William."
"I'm not trying to punish you this time, hahaha." The guard smiled with a malicious smile on his face, which made Frunzberg feel irritated: "You guessed wrong, traitor!"
His laughter made Frunzberg feel particularly bad. For a man lying in bed unable to do anything, the tranquility of no one talking to him was the same as the noise of someone provoking him with words.
Uncomfortable.
However, he still did not speak angrily because he had long since lost his roaring anger. Although he was irritated, he was far from reaching the critical point of exploding.
So, Frunzberg stopped talking and just lay on the bed, staring out the window at the forest that was starting to drop yellow leaves in a daze.
Autumn has arrived, and winter is about to come. The northern land will be covered with ice and snow, and the vibrant scenery will also pass. Frentzberg knows that watching the four seasons change may be the only entertainment activity he has left in the rest of his time.
"Stand at attention!" The soldier stood at the door and saluted a standard military salute with his chin held high, with pride and pride on his face.
His singing harmony brought Frentzberger back to reality, and then, the next second, he saw a familiar man walking into the room and sitting expressionlessly on the seat next to his bed.
"Long time no see, Mr. Frentzberg." Even though Chris heard about Frentzberg's experience, he never expected that the other party would be so miserable. Lying on the bed like a stick, this visual impact made him accustomed to it.
The free Chris felt shuddering all over his body.
"Your Majesty... Your Majesty..." Frunzberg's voice was trembling. He did not expect that he, who might be executed at any time, would actually see the person he wanted to see the most.
"My time is precious, so if you want to say anything or confess anything, you must seize the time." Chris stared at Frunzberg, who had only one hair structure on his face and was engraved with magic inscriptions.
He opened his mouth and said, "The opportunity William gives you is almost the only opportunity."
"..." Frunzberg was silent for a while, then he slowly spoke and said to Chris: "I was wrong... In the past, I only lived in the desire and pursuit of power..."
His tone was full of regret, and even Chris glanced at Frunzberg, who was lying on the bed unable to do anything, from the corner of his eyes.
"I was really wrong! I can't even kneel down or cry now... Please, please... Chris, give me a chance to atone... Please." Frunzberg said bitterly.
He begged, looking like he had sincerely changed his mind.
Chris did not listen to his plea, because everyone has to pay for their own mistakes. What he was considering was whether to leave such a puppet traitor who was destined to be of no use, or to get rid of him.
More.
In fact, the easiest way is to dismantle the puppet and let Frunzberg's last consciousness disappear.
But considering William's pleading, Chris felt that leaving such a half-dead Frunzberg would make it easier for people to remember how heavy the price of betrayal was.
"I will transform your body, and you will become an existence that is neither human nor ghost..." Chris laughed, looked at Frentzberg and said, "As long as you live half-dead, it is a kind of atonement."
"Yes! I will live for William... This is my confession." Frunzberg looked at the ceiling and answered word by word.
He didn't want to die, or in other words, he didn't want to die so mediocrely and be laughed at by others. He didn't want to leave in such a humble way and leave the name of a ridiculous traitor in history.
So he wanted to live, even if he could only live modestly. He decided to correct his mistakes and use all the time he had left to erase his name from history.
Even if nothing was left behind, he didn't want to be infamy for eternity. At least, he didn't want his disciple William, who was still unwilling to give up on him, to become a laughing stock because of his betrayal.
Repaying the debts of those who still care about him is what keeps Frunzberg alive until now. At least, that's what he thinks at this moment.
"That's it! I'll give you one last chance..." Chris stood up, unwilling to waste any more time: "If you don't seize the opportunity this time, then no matter who asks for mercy, I will give it to you.
