While Chris hurried back to Serris, in Serris city, William worriedly opened the door of his teacher Frunzberg's room.
As soon as he entered the door, he greeted: "Teacher! I'm here!"
Frunzberg can still only lie in bed and use TV or other electronic devices to kill time. As a former magician, he is using his bad present to pay for the sins of the past.
"Come now and bring so much information. Do you have any questions to ask this bad old man like me?" Frunzberg looked more excited. He would have a lot of time to spare here - if he had any.
It would be much happier to have something to do for him to kill time than to just lie down like this. Some of the topics sent by William were no different to him than medicines that extend his life.
William found a chair and sat down, then put some information in his arms on the clean desk: "Teacher, what we discussed last time... is about the possibility of human mental power being completely transferred to puppets...
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"William! I said... this is evil!" Frunzberg stared at his only movable palm, looking at the anti-slip rubber deliberately inlaid on it, and said in his unique mechanical voice.
"Teacher... you are the only living person who has experienced this kind of technology..." William rushed to continue the topic.
"Can I still be considered a human being?" Frunzberg flipped his wrist and made an action that humans simply cannot do. He did not move his arm and turned his palm 360 degrees: "I am just a monster now.
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"Teacher..." William wanted to persuade again, but before he could say anything, he saw his teacher looking at him - a pair of eyes flashing with magical energy, which made people feel uncomfortable all over.
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"William... believe me, studying this kind of sorcery is in itself my sin!" Frunzberg explained to William earnestly: "I told you, this in itself is an extension of the puppetry, torture.
The terrible magic of the human spirit and soul!”
Every time late at night, Frunzberg would feel his soul trembling when he recalled that painful experience!
Even though he only has a metal body now, he can still clearly remember the feeling of terrible pain. It was bone-piercing pain, and it was the punishment imprinted deep in his soul.
If he was asked to choose again, he would rather resist directly when Travish suspected him. Even if he was besieged and killed by magicians on the spot, he would not be imprisoned without resistance, and then seal the magic power and refine the soul.
, suffered such horrific torture.
"Forget this magic! William! If you don't want to go to hell, never try to play with a person's soul!" Looking at the ceiling, Frunzberg solemnly warned his apprentice.
"Teacher... I came here this time not to learn this terrible magic, but to find a way to save people." William felt a little aggrieved. He thought he needed to dispel the teacher's request.
Misunderstanding, please explain this matter clearly.
"Save someone? If you use this method to save someone, you might as well kill him..." Frunzberg shook his head and said with a mocking voice.
"What if you want a person to live longer and gain a longer life?" William asked his question: "He doesn't want to die... he really wants to continue living."
"Death is not terrible! This kind of torture is really terrible! William!" Frunzberg felt that he needed to emphasize what kind of suffering he had experienced: "If I could choose in the middle, I would have chosen it long ago
Dead!"
"Even if it's painful, if people have one more choice to continue their wisdom and even their lives... this is also a kind of salvation, isn't it?" William handed some information in his hand to Frentzbei.
grid.
Frunzberg did not reach out to take the information, but asked: "What on earth are you doing? William? I think that for magicians, extending life can be achieved by studying magic. Why do you use such a method?"
Where’s the evil stuff?”
"He is not a magician... he is just a mortal, a very important mortal to the empire." William continued.
"What did you say? Bring your information and let me take a look." Finally, Frunzberg stretched out his hand and took the information.
Frunzberg was silent after receiving the information. When he saw the name Gurlo, an old man with wrinkles on his face appeared in his mind.
He knew this old guy. When they were in Serris, the two of them often chatted. Gurlo's wisdom left a very deep impression on Frunzberg.
Frankly speaking, the news that such an acquaintance was about to die of illness was a big shock to Frunzberg.
However, he felt that even so, he was still powerless: "I'm sorry, William. Although I also want to save this old friend, this magic... cannot be used on mortals!"
"The mental strength of a mortal is not enough to support the extraction of this kind of magic! In the process, the mortal will be killed directly..." He said to William firmly: "This is no different from killing him directly!"
"Yes, but this is a previous technology. For the ultimate individual power armor system, we have developed a technology that can use the spiritual power of mortals to drive giant puppets..." William explained "Ultimate Individual Power Armor"
Frunzberg was stunned when he heard the basic principle of "armor".
"You... have come so far..." He sighed with emotion, then shook his head and said regretfully: "Then I have nothing to give you, I can only wish you success."
"Teacher! Our research direction is not to strip away a person's mental power, or soul!" William said with some embarrassment: "So, we still need your experience and more experimental results."
"Minister Gurlo's physical condition is deteriorating every day, so our research speed must also be accelerated." He said while taking more information to Frunzberg's bed: "We may be ancient
Minister Erluo, this is the last hope."
"He will regret it... becoming the second me, living a life worse than death." Frunzberg just said this, and then devoted himself to this new magic research. I have to say, this is absolutely
