Chapter 536: Atonement

Quite different from the dim basement in Burkland, Frenzberg was lying on a large hospital bed, staring at the bright sunshine outside the window in a daze.

He has lost his sex, and has become a **** puppet without a spiritual subject. In general, the **** puppets cannot survive forever in this situation, and the spiritual power trapped in their bodies will dissipate little by little over time, and finally become a puppet wreck that has lost its soul.

However, because of the withdrawal of a large amount of mental power and the use of special sealing magic techniques, Frenzberg's soul seemed to have no possibility of dissipating in a short time.

And in order to ensure that he won't cause any problems, before arriving in Serris, the senior magicians of Ailan Hill transformed Frenzberg's puppet body and replaced it with a body that was completely unproblematic.

However, I don't know whether these people are embarrassing Frenzberg deliberately, or whether they decided to limit Frenzberg's freedom, they didn't install arms and legs for this new body!

In this way, Frenzberg was like a stick with his limbs cut off, and he could only lie on the bed without moving a single movement.

Ever since, lying in bed and watching the bright sunshine outside the window became the only thing this old man who had betrayed Ailan Hill.

He is a puppet, he doesn't need to rest and sleep, so he can lie down indefinitely, drowning himself with boredom.

Compared with his previous experience in the Puppet Empire, the environment here is already very good. As a puppet who doesn't need to eat or drink, only needs to replace the magical energy spar, he can at least see the sunlight outside the window that is rarely seen in the puppet empire.

Two sparrows landed on the windowsill, chattering non-stop. They didn't know that separated by a layer of glass, there was an old man who was once the only senior magician in Ailan Hill lying in the room.

There was a vase on the bedside table, which looked exquisite, but there were no flowers in it, and of course Frenzberg could not smell it.

He is just a puppet, a puppet that cannot move, a puppet that has lost all human functions.

Originally, the **** puppet has many keen senses, which can strengthen hearing or vision, and serve for better combat. But because of the deliberate castration of the puppet empire, his head has neither strong hearing nor vision beyond ordinary people.

Even, he didn't feel hunger, nor did he feel cold and hot. He couldn't even express his frown, because his face no longer had the ability to express happiness, anger, sorrow, and joy.

Therefore, even if he is very happy or sad, others can only listen to and understand from his tone, and cannot predict anything through facial expressions.

Although he had to breathe, it was just a cycle of inhaling the magical aura around him and converting it into energy to provide him with the ability to act.

Is this the way to treat a traitor? That would be too kind. Frenzberg thought with a wry smile in his still working mind.

According to the truth, shouldn't you find a group of high-level magicians to study his state desperately, and then, regardless of his life and death, use various methods to strip his mental power and torture him until death.

But why, why until now, he can still lie on a big bed so peacefully and comfortably looking at the sparrows outside the window and the gentle sunshine in a daze?

If, if, if he knew that staying in Ellen Hill could be so comfortable...or if he had seen through everything and gave up the unrealistic, so-called strongest pursuit, he himself would not have fallen to where he is today. Right.

Suddenly, the two little sparrows at the window seemed to be shocked by something, and suddenly spread their wings and fly away.

Frenzberg was stunned for a moment, and his heart was filled with regret of the birds flying away. He sighed softly, and then heard the sound of the door being pushed open from the outside.

Walking in was a soldier of the Royal Guard from Ailan Hill. But he is not an ordinary soldier, but a real magician.

The magician carried a long sword at his waist, and on the black magic robe was embroidered with the emblem of a golden eagle spreading its wings.

"Someone will come to see you soon, traitor!" The soldier said, putting his chair beside Frenzberg's bed, which could not move, and walked over to check Frenzberg's. State, carefully looked at the magic imprisonment device on the body.

"Why don't you ask who came to see you?" Seeing Frenzberg lying there like a corpse without a word, the soldier asked again.

It's just his hobby. After arousing the curiosity of the other party, he will compare his own mouth, and then let the other party suffer in endless curiosity.

This kind of spiritual thing made Frenzberg deeply miserable. But after being deceived a few times, Frenzberg no longer believed in the Airanhill guards who guarded him.

"I won't tease you this time. Guess it. If you guess it right, I'll keep a bird or something in this room." The soldier saw that Frenzberg was not fooled, so he increased his bargaining chip. .

Frenzberg closed his eyes to repose, showing no interest in the opponent's provocation. However, after only waiting for a second, he was impressed by the way he imagined a bird cage hanging in the room.

"If you can come here to see me, there is only one person left." He replied confidently: "If I guessed correctly, it's William."

"I didn't fix you this time, hahaha." The guard smiled trivially and smugly, making Frentzberg feel annoyed: "You guessed it wrong, traitor!"

His laughter made Frenzberg's mood especially bad. For a person who was lying in bed and couldn't do anything, the quietness of no one talking to him is the same as the noisy provocation of words by someone. Uncomfortable.

However, he still didn't speak in anger, because he had already lost the hostility of roaring. Although he was irritable, he was far from reaching the critical point of the outbreak.

So Frenzberg stopped talking, but lay on the bed, looking at the forest outside the window where the yellow leaves were beginning to fall in a daze.

Autumn has arrived, and winter is approaching. The land in the north will be covered with ice and snow, and the vigorous scenery will pass. Frenzberg knows that watching the changing of the seasons may be his only entertainment in the rest of his time.

"Stand at attention!" The soldier stood at the door, bowed his chin and saluted a standard military salute, with pride and pride on his face.

His singing harmonies brought Frenzbergera back to reality, and then, in the next second, he saw a familiar man walk into the room and sat blankly on the seat beside his bed.

"It's been a long time, Mr. Frenzberg." Even if Chris heard about what happened to Frenzberg, he didn't expect the other party to be so miserable. Lying on the bed like a stick, this visual impact made Chris, who was accustomed to freedom, shudder all over.

"Your... Your Majesty..." Frenzberg's voice was trembling, and he didn't expect that he, who might be put to death at any time, would actually see the person he wanted to see most.

"My time is precious, so whatever you want to say, or want to confess, you must hurry up." Chris stared at Frenzberg, who had only a structure on his face and engraved magical inscriptions. He opened his mouth and said: "The opportunity that William gives you is almost the only chance."

"..." Frenzberg was silent. For a while, he spoke slowly and said to Chris: "I was wrong... I used to live only in the desire and pursuit of power..."

His tone was full of regret, and even Chris glanced from the corner of his eye to Frenzberg, who was lying on the bed and couldn't do anything.

"I was really wrong! I can't even kneel or cry now... Please, please... Chris, give me a chance to redeem... Please." Frenzberger bitterly I begged and looked like I had really changed.

Chris didn't listen to his pleading, because everyone had to pay for their mistakes. What he was considering was whether to leave more benefits for such a puppet traitor who was destined to be useless, or whether to get rid of more benefits.

In fact, the easiest way is to dismantle the puppet and leave Frenzberg's final consciousness to disappear.

But considering William’s bitter pleading, Chris felt that leaving such a half-dead Frenzberg, it was easier for people to remember how heavy the cost of betrayal was.

"I will transform your body, and you will become an inhuman and ghostly existence..." Chris laughed, looked at Frenzberg and said, "As long as you live half-deadly, it is a kind of atonement."

"Yes! I will live for William... This is my confession." Frenzberg looked at the ceiling and replied word by word.

He didn't want to die, or that he didn't want to be so ineffective and let people die with a laugh. He didn't want to leave so humblely, and then leave the name of a ridiculous betrayer in history.

So he wants to live, even if he can only live forever. He decided to correct his mistakes and use all his remaining time to erase his name from history.

Even if nothing was left behind, he was unwilling to be stinky for thousands of years. At least, he didn't want the apprentice William, who was still unwilling to give up on him, because his betrayal became a laughing stock.

Repaying the debts of those who are still concerned about him is the driving force that Frenzberg has persisted in living to the present. At least for this moment, he thought so.

"That's it! I will give you one last chance..." Chris stood up. I don't want to waste any more time: "If you don't seize the opportunity this time, then no matter who asks for mercy, I will give you the most tragic ending!"