Chapter 555: Physically disabled

In the evening in Serris, the capital of Ailan Hill, in the brightly lit city, the busy streets set off the bustling city.

The streets and alleys are flashing neon lights, and countless people are walking on the sidewalks that are as bright as daylight.

Children’s laughter and laughter are mixed with the slight roar of car engines. Only they can see how happy the people living in this city are.

Sitting in the back row of the Mansgor People’s Car, William, the new dean of the Allan Hill Academy of Magic and Science, was looking down at a newspaper of the day.

The front page headline is the news of the massive explosion of Eye of Magic, accompanied by explanations and analysis by a group of scientists.

For a scientist, for a magic scientist, William is of course much more professional than those second-rate consultant-level scientists who analyze the agitation of the magic eye.

Those scientists who make comments in newspapers are either his subordinates, or they only speak half of the words because of confidentiality. In short, the newspaper does not let everyone know a lot of professional knowledge, it is just a carrier for spreading some important news to the public.

"Sir, here we are." The driver is assigned to the dean by the trainees, not only a full-time driver, but also a secretary of daily life. William had a full-time life secretary when he was in the Second Academy of Magic in Veronza, and after he came to the imperial capital, he had an additional guardian.

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

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

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

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

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

This is a prison, a prison for important prisoners. There are almost as few prisons as in ancient times, so there is a poetic name: "Abyss".

There are very few people who know the abyss, because there is a common name for the second prison. But everyone who is familiar with this place knows that this is a real abyss, bottomless, dark and mysterious.

Walking through the dark tunnel and standing in front of a heavy iron gate, 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, and the least prone to problem review method. When the heavy iron door was opened, William smelled an unpleasant smell of decayed wood.

He frowned, let his guard stand at the door, and walked into this specially designed cell with his foot up.

The light inside is very bright, 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, there are no movable things in this room.

What it looked like the last time William came here, it still looks like this. There is no change, not even a slight change.

Because the person lying on the bed has no limbs, so he can only lie there without even having to eat a bite of food.

Because of this, it's not tidy here. If it weren't for some sound in the TV, there might not even be a bit of anger here.

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

He has no way to make any expressions, because there are no five senses on his face that can move. There is only one magic spar, instead of the function of the eyes, it can capture the image directly in front of the magic circle.

With such an expressionless face looking at the direction of William's entrance, Frenzberg's voice had already jumped. Just by listening to the tone of his speech, you can clearly know that he is very happy now, very happy that William can see him.

"Teacher." William took a chair and sat next to Frenzberg, and said: "The devil is fighting back, and the magic eye is restless. There may be many people who will die on the front line of the battle tomorrow morning. "

"I have seen the news... Ferry City is undergoing an emergency evacuation. His Majesty Chris has done a good job. He has always done a good job." Frenzberg has always spoken highly of Chris, even if he is in the Puppet Empire. At the time, he never doubted Chris' ability.

He returned to his plain tone again, with a slightly hoarse voice no longer able to hear the emotions, anger, sorrow, and joy. Frenzberg seemed to be chatting with William, and continued: "Also, don’t call me a teacher anymore, I don’t deserve it. To be your teacher, at least in terms of being a human being, you are my teacher."

He couldn't tell whether he was lonely or regretted. After a pause, he continued to speak, using that puppet's unique voice, and then said: "William, I know that I am deeply guilty. If I can continue to retain consciousness, you gave up I asked for a lot of things."

"Since you used to be your teacher, now I owe you so much friendship..." Frenzberg 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 Frenzberg's words: "It is not me who saves you. In fact, your life and death have always been only between your majesty's thoughts."

"Your Majesty is a nostalgic person. He is unwilling to deal with you, partly because of me, and partly because of his kindness." William squeezed a smile and said, "Teacher, you 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." Frenzberg laughed, not knowing whether it was a sneer or a big laugh: "Have you ever seen a person who doesn't need to eat, taste, or sit up without pain." Do those who come have freedom?"

"I can't even adjust the TV channels. To me, living is nothing but endless torture." After he laughed, he said in a strange tone. In William's ears, the tone seemed extremely lonely.

"Don't be discouraged, teacher..." William comforted: "Your body is actually just a puppet. Even the most advanced **** puppet, Ailan Hill has better alternatives, so let you restore your freedom of movement. In fact, there is no difficulty."

"You are right." Frenzberger nodded slightly, these are the few movements he can do now.

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

When he said this, he seemed to laugh at himself, and then continued: "I have nothing to be proud of. All that is left is some weird techniques."

Speaking of this, his voice has become a little louder, seemingly confident and proud: "I didn't waste my time in the puppet empire. This is the only thing I have done right in the past few years. Thing."

There was a slight pause for a while, as if to weigh the trade-offs, and as if to think about memories. When William thought Frentzberg 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 my sinner, and the only knowledge left that can be handed over to you." Frenzberg is old. The voice echoed in the room, like a homeless wandering ghost.

"Yes, teacher." William lowered his eyes and said respectfully: "I can pass on to the guards here and ask them to help."

"What can I ask for... I'm very happy that you can come and see me often." Frenzberg smiled and gratefully said: "I remember coming to me tomorrow. I will take all my research directions in the puppet empire. Tell you, I hope it can inspire you."

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

"I said, don't call me a teacher, I don't deserve to be your teacher now." Frenzberg corrected.

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

"You child... to receive an apprentice like you is probably the most proud thing this old man has done in the first half of his life." Frenzberg's voice sounded relieved.

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

"By the way... what did you just say?" Frenzberger suddenly changed.

"You mean?" William asked in a daze.

"Before you asked me what else I want?" Frenzberg asked directly, without the slightest embarrassment.

"Yes, teacher." William was serious. He had already begun to figure out what kind of books or equipment he would prepare for his teacher: "What are your requirements?"

"Well, can you let the guards help me change the TV channel often... I have watched this channel for 15 days..." Frenzberg asked William a little embarrassed.

William: "..."