Chapter 891: Second me

While Chris hurried back to Serris, in Serris, William anxiously pushed open the door of his teacher Frentzberg.

He greeted as soon as he entered the door: "Teacher! I'm here!"

Frenzberg still had to lie in bed, using a TV or other electronic devices to pass the time. As a former magician, he is using his bad present to pay back the sins of the past.

"I'm here at this time, with so much information, is there a question to ask me this bad old man?" Frenzberg looked quite excited, but he was idle here—if he had any.

There are things that let him pass the time, which is much happier than letting him lie down like this. For him, some subjects sent by William are no different from life-sustaining drugs.

William found a chair and sat down, then put some materials in his arms on a clean desk: "Teacher, the last time we discussed... about the possibility of human mental power being completely transferred to the puppet... …"

"William! I said...this is a witchcraft!" Frenzberg stared at his only movable palm, looked at the deliberately inlaid non-slip rubber, and said with his unique mechanical voice.

"Teacher... you are the only living person who has experienced this technique..." William rushed to continue the topic.

"Can I still count as a person?" Frenzberg flipped his wrist and made a motion that humans could not do. The arm did not move, and the palm flipped three hundred and sixty degrees: "I am just a monster. !"

"Teacher..." William wanted to persuade him again, but before he could say anything, he saw his teacher looking at him-that was a pair of eyes shining with magical energy, which made people feel uncomfortable. .

"William...Believe me, it is my sin to study this kind of witchcraft!" Frenzberg said with a heartfelt explanation, "I told you that this itself is an extension of puppetry, torture. The terrible magic of human spirit and soul!"

Every time in the middle of the night, when recalling that painful experience, Frenzberg would feel his soul trembling!

Even if he only has a metal body now, he can clearly remember the terrible pain. That was the pain to the bone, and that was the punishment imprinted in the depths of his soul.

If he is asked to choose again, he would rather resist directly when Travis suspects it. Even if he is besieged and killed by magicians on the spot, he will not be imprisoned without resistance, and then seal the magic power and refine the soul. , Suffered such terrible 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, Frenzberg solemnly warned his apprentice.

"Teacher... This time I came here, not to learn this terrible magic, but to find a way to save people." William felt that he was a bit wronged, and he thought it was necessary to dispel the teacher. Misunderstanding, clarify this matter.

"Save someone? If you save a person this way, you might as well kill him..." Frenzberg shook his head and said in a mocking voice.

"What if you want a person to live longer and get a longer life?" William asked his question: "He doesn't want to die... I want to continue to live."

"Death is not terrible! This torture is really terrible! William!" Frenzberg felt that he had to emphasize what kind of suffering he had experienced: "If I could choose halfway, I would choose died!"

"Even if it is painful, if people have one more choice, they can 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 Frentz Bay grid.

Frenzberg did not reach out to pick up the information, but asked: "What are you doing? William? I think that for a magician, the continuation of life can be done by studying magic. Why do you use it like this? What about evil things?"

"He is not a magician... He is just a mortal, a mortal who is very important to the empire." William continued.

"What are you talking about? Bring your information and let me see." Finally, Frenzberg reached out and accepted the information.

Frentzberg, who received the information, was silent. When he saw the name Gurlo, an old man with wrinkles appeared in his mind.

He knew this old guy. When he was in Serris, the two of them often talked. Gurlo's wisdom left a very deep impression on Frenzberg.

Frankly speaking, such an acquaintance is about to die of illness. This news is still very touching for Frenzberg.

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!"

"A mortal's mental power is not enough to support the extraction of this kind of magic! During the process, the mortal will be killed directly..." He assuredly said to William: "This is no different from killing him directly!"

"Yes, but this is the 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" Listening to the basic principle of "armor", Frenzberg was stunned.

"You... have gone so far..." He sighed, then shook his head, and said regretfully: "Then I have nothing to leave to you, I can only wish you success."

"Teacher! Our research direction is not to strip a person's mental power, or soul!" William said embarrassedly: "So, we still need your experience and more experimental results."

"Minister Gurlo's physical condition is deteriorating every day, so our research speed has to be accelerated." He said, while bringing more information to Frenzberg's bed: "We, it may be Gu Minister Erlo, the last hope is here."

"He will regret...becoming the second me, it's better to live than to live." Frenzberg just said that, and then plunged into this new magic research. I have to say, this is definitely a good way to play time!