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555 Incapacitated

In the evening in Siris, the capital of Eilandhir, the brightly lit city and busy streets reflect the prosperity of the city.

The streets and alleys are full of flashing neon lights, and countless people are walking on the sidewalks as bright as day.

The children's laughter mixed with the slight roar of the car engine. Only they themselves can realize how happy the people living in this city are.

Sitting in the back seat of the Mansgar People's Car, William, the new dean of the Irish Academy of Magical Science, was looking down at a newspaper of the day.

The headline on the front page was news of a large-scale outbreak of magic eyes, accompanied by explanations and analysis by a group of scientists.

For a scientist, for a magical scientist, William is certainly much more professional than those second-rate consultant-level scientists who analyze the restlessness of the Magic Eye.

The scientists who commented in the newspapers were either his subordinates, or they only told half of the story because of confidentiality. In short, newspapers did not let everyone know a lot of professional knowledge, they were just a carrier to disseminate some information that was important to the people.

"Sir, we're here." The driver is from the student allotment dean. He is not only a full-time driver, but also a secretary for daily life. William had a full-time secretary for daily life when he was at the Second Academy of Magic in Veronsa. After coming to the imperial capital,

There is also an additional guard attached.

This guard is not to protect William, a magician who is now the Grand Magister. His task is basically to help William carry bags and buy things and act as a nanny.

"Drive the car to the parking lot and wait for me." William ordered, closed the newspaper in his hand, and got out of the car door that the guard had opened.

The surrounding roads are not that bright. In fact, this is no longer the city center, but a suburb of Seris.

William looked at the heavily guarded building standing in front of him and asked his guard to hand his ID to the officer on duty at the checkpoint at the gate.

"Good evening, Mr. William!" The guard had seen William many times. He nodded with a smile, returned the ID to the guard, pressed the button, and opened the heavy door.

This is a prison, a prison for important prisoners. It is almost the same size as the ancient sky prison, so it has a poetic name: "Abyss".

Very few people know about the abyss, because it has a common name of the Second Prison. But everyone who is familiar with this place knows that this is a real abyss, bottomless, dark and mysterious.

After walking through the dark tunnel and standing in front of a heavy iron door, William nodded slightly to the jailer beside him.

The jailer inserted the key in his hand into the special keyhole on the wall, turned the key and pointed his face at the camera.

Complete manual review is also the least likely to cause problems. When the heavy iron door was opened, William smelled an unpleasant smell of rotten wood.

He frowned, asked his guards to guard the door, and walked into the specially designed cell.

The lights inside are very bright, which is completely different from the slightly dim outside. There is even a TV in the room, which can watch news and sports channels.

The white sheets looked spotless, after all, nothing that could move in this room actually existed.

What this place looked like when William last came here is still the same now. Nothing has changed, not even a slight change.

Because the person lying on the bed has no limbs and can only lie there without even taking a bite of food.

Because of this, this place is extremely clean. If it weren't for the sound coming from the TV, there might not even be any life here.

"Ah, William...you're here." Frunzberg, who was just leaning there watching the TV on the wall, immediately became in a good mood when he saw William's arrival.

He could no longer make any expressions, because there were no moving facial features on his face. There was only a magic crystal, which replaced the function of the eyes and could capture the image directly in front of him through the magic circle.

Just looking at the direction of William's entrance with an expressionless face, Frunzberg's voice was already jumping up. Just listening to the tone of his voice, you can clearly know that he is very happy now and is interested in William.

I was very happy to see him.

"Teacher." William personally moved a chair and sat next to Frunzberg, and said: "The devil is counterattacking, the Magic Eye is restless, and many people may die on the front line of the battle tomorrow morning.

"

"I saw the news... Ferry City is undergoing an emergency evacuation. His Majesty Chris is doing a good job. He has always done a good job." Frunzberg has always spoken highly of Chris, even if he was in the puppet empire.

At that time, I never doubted Chris' ability.

Returning to a calm tone, his slightly hoarse voice no longer contained any emotion, anger, sorrow or joy. As if he was chatting with William, Frunzberg continued: "Also, don't call me teacher again, I don't deserve it."

Be your teacher, at least in terms of being a human being, you are my teacher."

I couldn't tell whether he was lonely or regretful. After a pause, he continued to speak, using the unique voice of a puppet, and then said: "William, I know that I have sinned deeply and I can still retain consciousness because you gave up."

Asked for many things."

"Since I have been your teacher, now I owe you such a great friendship..." Frunzberg said, turning his head slightly and looking in the direction where William was sitting.

"Teacher, please don't say that." William shook his head and interrupted Frunzberg: "It's not me who saves you. In fact, your life and death have always been determined by His Majesty's thoughts."

"Your Majesty is a nostalgic person. He is unwilling to deal with you. Part of the reason is because of me, and part of the reason is because of his kindness." William squeezed out a smile and said: "Teacher, you can rest here. I will

Make more achievements as soon as possible and strive to help you regain your freedom as soon as possible..."

"Freedom will never exist for me." Frunzberg laughed, and he didn't know whether it was a sneer or a laugh: "Have you ever seen a person who doesn't need to eat, has no sense of taste, and can't sit up without pain?

Do the people who come have freedom?"

"I can't even adjust the channel on the TV. For me, living is just endless torture." After he laughed, he said in a strange tone. In William's ears, this

The tone sounded very lonely.

"Don't be discouraged, teacher..." William comforted: "To put it bluntly, your body is just a puppet. Even if it is the most advanced god puppet, Ailan Hill has a better substitute, so I will allow you to regain your freedom of movement.

, in fact, there is no difficulty at all.”

"You're right." Frunzberg nodded slightly, which was one of the few actions he could do now.

After nodding, he lay back on the pillow and said to William: "However, to restore my body, I must at least give His Majesty a reason, right? I can't lie here and let you embarrass me.

."

When he said this, he smiled as if he was self-deprecating, and then continued: "I have nothing to be proud of. The only things left are some weird technologies."

Having said this, his voice was slightly higher-pitched, seeming to be a little confident and a little proud: "I did not waste my time in the puppet empire. This is the only thing I have done wrong in the past few years."

It’s something.”

There was a slight pause, as if he was weighing the trade-offs, or thinking about memories. When William thought Frunzberg was asleep, the puppet, with only one body and one head left, finally spoke again.

.

"You go back today...bring a notebook here tomorrow...I want to dictate something to you. This may be the only knowledge I, a sinner, have left to hand over to you." Frunzberg looked old.

The sound echoed in the room, like a homeless ghost.

"Yes, teacher." William lowered his eyes and said respectfully: "If you have any other requests, teacher, I can convey them to the guards here and ask them to help."

"What can I ask for... I'm very happy that you can come and visit me often." Frunzberg smiled and said gratefully: "Remember to come to my place tomorrow. I will tell you all the research directions in the puppet empire."

I’m telling you, I hope it can inspire you.”

"Thank you, teacher." William thanked him emotionally.

"I said, don't call me teacher, I'm not worthy to be your teacher now." Frunzberg corrected.

"You have always been my teacher." William insisted on his idea and said seriously.

"You kid... to have a disciple like you is probably the most proud thing that I, an old man, have done in the first half of my life." Frunzberg's voice sounded full of joy.

"Don't say that, teacher." William was a little embarrassed, lowered his head and whispered softly.

"By the way...what were you talking about just now?" Frunzberg suddenly changed the subject.

"What do you mean?" William was stunned and asked.

"Before you asked me what else I wanted?" Frunzberg asked directly without any embarrassment.

"Yes, teacher." William said seriously. He was already thinking about what kind of books or equipment he would prepare for his teacher: "What are your requirements?"

"Well, can you ask the guard to help me change the TV channel frequently... I have been watching this channel for 15 days..." Frunzberg asked William a little embarrassed.

William: "..."


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