Chapter 535
My Empire Chapter 535
2020-11-03
Chapter 535 536 AtonementFar from being in the dark basement of Burkeland, Franzberg lies in a large On the hospital bed, staring at the bright sunshine outside the window in a daze.
He has lost his physical body and has become a god puppet without a spiritual subject. Generally, the god puppets cannot survive forever in this situation. The spirit strength bound in their bodies will dissipate little by little over time, and finally become the remains of a puppet that has lost its soul.
However, because a large amount of spirit strength was withdrawn and a special sealing magic technique was used, it seemed that Frenzberg's soul had no chance of dissipating in a short time.
And to make sure he won't have any more problems, before reaching Serris, Alanhill's high level magicians remodeled Frenzberg's puppet body and replaced it with a completely flawless body .
However, I don't know if these people were deliberately embarrassing Frenzberg, or because they decided to limit Frenzberg's freedom, they did not have arms and legs for this new body. !
In this way, Frenzberg is like a man with limbs chopped off, lying on the bed and unable to move.
So, lying on the bed and watching the bright sunshine outside the window became the only thing that this old fogey who betrayed Alanhill did.
He is a puppet, he doesn't need to rest and sleep, so he can lie like this indefinitely, drowning himself with boredom.
Knowledge Compared with his previous experience in the puppet empire, the environment here is already very good. As a puppet that does not need to eat or drink, but only needs to replace the magic energy spar, he can at least see the sunlight outside the window that is rarely seen in the puppet empire.
Two sparrows fell on the windowsill, chirp chirp twitter twitter kept calling. They didn't know that there was an old man who used to be Alanhill's only one high level magician lying in the room across a layer of glass.
There is a vase on the bedside table, which looks beautiful, but there are no flowers in it, and of course Franzberg can't smell the fragrance.
He is just a puppet, a puppet that cannot move, a puppet that has lost all human functions.
Originally, the god puppet has many keen senses, which can strengthen hearing or vision, and serve better combat - but because of the deliberate castration of the puppet empire, his head has neither strong hearing, Nor beyond the sight of the ordinary person.
Even, he didn't feel hungry, nor did he feel cold and hot. He couldn't even express his frown, because his face no longer had the ability to express emotions.
Therefore, even if he is very happy or sad, others can only hear and understand from his tone, and cannot predict anything through facial expressions.
Although he also had to breathe, it was just a cycle of inhaling the surrounding magical breath and converting it into energy to provide himself with the ability to move.
Is this the way to deal with a traitor? That would be a little too kind. Franzberg thought with a wry smile in his still functioning mind.
According to the truth, shouldn't we find a group of high level magicians, study his state desperately, and then disregard his life and death, use various means to strip his spirit strength, torture him until death? .
But why, why, until now, he can still lie on a big bed so calmly and peacefully, watching the sparrows outside the window, and the warm sunshine in a daze?
If, if he had known that staying in Alanhill could be so comfortable...or if he had seen through everything and gave up that unrealistic, so-called strongest pursuit, he himself would not have fallen. To this point today.
Suddenly, the two little sparrows at the window seemed to be startled by something, and suddenly spread their wings and flew away.
Frentzberg was stunned for a moment, then filled with regrets that the birds flew away. He sighed softly, and then heard the sound of the door being pushed open from the outside.
The one who walked in was an army soldier from Alanhill's Imperial Family. But he is no ordinary soldier, but a true magician.
This magician has a long sword on his waist, and the black magic robe is embroidered with the emblem of a golden eagle spreading its wings.
"Someone will come to see you later, traitor!" the soldier said, placing his chair beside the immobile Frenzberg bed, and came over to check again. Take a look at Frenzberg's state and carefully look at the magical restraint device on his body.
"Why don't you ask who came to see you?" The soldier asked again when he saw Frenzberg lying there like a corpse without saying a word.
It's just his hobby. After provoking the curiosity of the other party, he will compare his mouth, and then let the other party suffer in endless curiosity.
This kind of stuff from Spiritual Plane makes Franzberg deeply distressed. But Franzberg stopped believing the Alanhill guards who were guarding him after he had been fooled a few times.
"I won't tease you this time, guess what, if you guess right, I'll keep a bird in this room or something." The soldier saw that Franzberg was not fooled, So he increased his stake.
Frentzberg closed his eyes and looked like he was not interested in the opponent's provocation. However, after only waiting for a second, what he imagined, a bird cage hanging in the room, moved him.
"There is only one person left who can come here to see me." He replied confidently: "If I guessed correctly, it's William."
"This time it's not that I'm trolling you, hahaha." The guard's wicked smug smile made Franzberg feel irritated: "You guessed wrong, traitor!"
His laughter put Frenzberg in a particularly bad mood. For a man who can't do anything in bed, the tranquility of no one talking to him, and the noise of someone coming to provocatively use words. Equally uncomfortable.
However, he still didn't speak angrily, because he had long since lost the anger of roaring, and although he was irritable, he was far from reaching the critical point of eruption.
Therefore, Franzberg stopped talking, just lay on the bed, staring at the woods outside the window that began to drop yellow leaves in a daze.
Autumn is here and winter is coming. The land of the north will be covered in snow and snow, and the vibrancy of the scenery will pass - and Frenzberg knows that watching the seasons change may be the only entertainment left in his time.
"Stand at attention!" The soldier stood at the door, saluting a standard military salute with his chin raised, with pride and pride on his face.
His singing harmony brought Franz Berger back to reality, and then, the next second, he saw a familiar man walk into the room and sit on him with a blank face. on the seat next to the bed.
"Long time no see, 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, shuddered all over his body.
"Your Majesty... Your Majesty..." Frenzberg's voice was trembling, and he didn't expect that he, who might be executed at any time, actually saw the one he wanted to see the most. people.
"My time is precious, so whatever you want to say, or whatever you want to repent of, you have to hurry up." Chris stared at the only one happening structure on his face, and the engraved magic inscription. Frenzberg opened his mouth and said, "The chance William gave you is almost only one chance."
"..." Frenzberg was silent for a while, then he He opened his mouth slowly and said to Chris: "I was wrong... I used to live only in the desire and pursuit of strength..."
His tone was full of remorse, even Chris used the corners of his eyes Glancing at Franzberg lying in bed unable to do anything.
"I was so wrong! I can't even get down on my knees now, I can't even cry...Please, please...Chris, give me a chance to atone...please." Frenzberg begged bitterly, with a sincere look of repentance.
Chris didn't listen to his pleas, because everyone has to pay for their own mistakes. What he is thinking about is whether to leave more benefits for such a puppet traitor who is destined to be useless, or to get rid of it.
In fact, the easiest way is to dismantle this puppet, and let Frenzberg's last consciousness disappeared.
Considering William's pleading, Chris felt that leaving behind such a half-dead Franzberg made it easier for people to remember how heavy the price of betrayal was.
"I will transform your body, and you will become an inhuman being..." Chris laughed, looked at Franzberg and said, "As long as you live half-dead, you are A kind of atonement."
"Yes! I will live for Wilhelm... This is my confession." Frenzberg looked at the ceiling and replied word by word.
He didn't want to die, or rather he didn't want to attempt nothing and accomplish nothing so that people would die with laughter. He didn't want to leave so humbly and leave the name of a ridiculous betrayal in history.
So he wants to live, even if he can only live. He decided to correct his mistakes and spend the rest of his time erasing his name from history.
Even if nothing is left, he doesn't want to be left behind. At least, he didn't want the disciple William who was unwilling to give up him until now, because his betrayal became a laughing stock.
Repaying the debts of those who still care about him is what keeps Frenzberg alive until now. At least this moment, he thought so.
"So be it! I'll give you one last chance..." Chris stood up. 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!"
(end of this chapter)