If women can be described by gemstones, then even if Andrea is not the most beautiful gemstone, it is definitely a dazzlingly beautiful and flawless treasure. She just blushed and lowered her eyes in embarrassment, and Chris thought, send
It is really rewarding to see such beautiful scenery on a planet.
At one time, he thought that allusions such as the beacon fire drama about princes were all made up by a group of well-fed literati. But at this moment, he realized that there was really such a nonsense as the story of a country being overturned with a smile.
There is a beautiful woman in the north, peerless and independent. Looking at the Qingren city and then the Qingren country, I would rather not know the Qingcheng and Qingguo. Beautiful women are hard to come by... This Yuefu poem is well written, and every word is really precious. Isn't it sincere?
Bully me!
After sighing in his heart, Chris finally moved his eyes away from Andrea's face. He coughed to cover up his embarrassment, and then solemnly promised: "I will not break my promise, An."
Drias, there must be such a planet!"
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"Teacher! Here are the newspapers you want and some journals about magic." Opening the door, Dean William of the School of Magic Research put some newspapers and books in a spacious and bright place with a tired look on his face.
's bedroom.
Frentzberg, who was lying on the bed and could already move his upper body, had a smile on his face.
His face has been transformed by the puppet experts of the Elanthir Empire, and now he can make some simple expressions.
What makes him even more excited is that he can also have some obvious accents in his speaking tone. He can express when he is happy or angry! This is already a big deal for Frunzberg.
Such happiness.
As a puppet, a divine puppet without a body, or in other words, no body, he has lost too much. He can no longer enjoy human relations, and he can no longer have the opportunity to have feelings.
He couldn't taste delicious food, nor could he smell the fragrance of flowers. There was no annoying pain, and he couldn't feel hot or cold. In a sense, he was no different from death.
Frunzberg is like a player who is playing a game. He can see everything in the game, but he cannot truly experience everything in the game.
"Ah...William, it's really great that you can come and see me!" Frunzberg used his hands to support him, sat up from his bed, and leaned on the soft head of his bed.
The eyebrows made of wood were raised to the sky.
It can be seen that he is very happy, but his expression is like a puppet that has been resurrected by electricity. It looks funny and creepy at the same time.
"Teacher, your left hand..." William looked at Frunzberg's new arm with joy, his tone full of surprise: "They installed the latest model on you?"
"Yes, William, last time I made meritorious service in the trial, they rewarded me with this! It's really hard for me to imagine that you could develop such a thing! It's simply a work of art!" Fulen
Zberg was in a great mood, showing off his new arms and hands!
This arm and the palm on the arm are different from Frentzberg's other arm. It is a more advanced device that can be grasped flexibly and is very beautifully polished.
With fine carvings and just the right embellishments, this arm is very beautiful, like a real work of art.
Even if you go to the street and see such an arm, even a disabled person will not be laughed at. Today's Alan Hill, installing a prosthetic limb is not a shameful thing, on the contrary, it is a fashion, a kind of
A fashion sought after by many!
"Don't tell me, this method is really effective." William pulled over a chair and sat down next to Frunzberg's bed. He looked at his teacher up and down. Frunzberg's age could no longer be seen.
Lenzberg.
This stubborn, stubborn old man, now only half a body left, has received the retribution he deserves. He can only lie here like this, not even knowing whether his soul will be gone tomorrow.
"You haven't seen that when they saw my appearance, they were so scared that they didn't even dare to cry. Hahahaha." Frunzberg seemed to be in a good mood when he thought of what happened that day.
He laughed, which made William feel a lot more relaxed. He was really afraid of what impact the interrogation that day would have on his teacher, Frunzberg.
He was not present that day, and several officers from the Royal Special Mission Department of the Eilanhill Empire brought several felons who were scared to death to Frunzberg's room.
When all the prisoners thought that what was lying on the bed was just a puppet that had lost its power and soul, Frunzberg spoke.
As soon as the old man who had betrayed the Elanthir Empire opened his mouth, he scared the felons to tears. They crawled to the door, scratching at the door and begging people outside to let them out.
Then Frunzberg told them some stories about how he became what he is today.
When they heard the words "the soul was ripped out of the body, tortured in every way, and finally poured into the puppet, leaving only a head that could move", these prisoners confessed everything.
Even if they die, they don't want to become the puppet in front of them, inhuman and ghostly. So they all confessed, knowing everything and saying everything.
They said that they worked for the Norma Empire, and they told how they were sent to carry out the mission of stealing nuclear warheads.
Anyway, they sold the Noma Empire, just to avoid being made into a puppet with only a head and half a body...
That's why later the Airanthil Empire used the Staff of the Gods to attack the Norma Empire.
Of course, Eiland Hill has evidence, and Chris is not a tyrant who uses space-based weapons indiscriminately without evidence.
"Teacher, as long as you don't mind." William was a little embarrassed. He actually couldn't stand those people in the Royal Mission Department, those people who would do anything to achieve their own goals!
"Why should I mind? I am always a negative example... Isn't it just right to warn others?" Frunzberg waved his hand openly.
"It's up to you to tell me carefully, when the rod of the gods attacks, is it as spectacular as what is said in the news?" Frunzberg looked full of energy when he mentioned the rod of the gods.
In the early years, it was the power he longed for. The power to destroy the world, if he hadn't betrayed Alan Hill, it should have been his power...
