Eight Hundred and Seventy-One Simple Interrogation

If a woman can be described as a gem, then even if Andrea is not the most beautiful gem, she is definitely a dazzlingly beautiful and flawless gem. She just blushed and lowered her eyes in embarrassment, and Chris felt that it was too profitable to send a planet to see such a beautiful scenery.

In the past, he thought that allusions such as Fenghuo opera and princes were all made up by a group of well-fed literati. But at this moment, he realized that there really is such a nonsense thing as laughing and pouring the country down.

There are beauties in the north, who are peerless and independent. When you look at the city of people, and then you look at the country, you would rather not know about the city and the country. It’s hard to find a beautiful woman again... This Yuefu is well written, it’s really every word, sincerely. Bully me!

After feeling in his heart, Chris finally moved his eyes away from Andrea's face. He coughed to cover up his embarrassment, and then solemnly promised: "I will not break my promise, Ann Drias, there must be such a planet!"

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"Teacher! Here are the newspapers you want and some periodicals about magic." Pushing open the door, Dean William of the School of Magical Studies put some newspapers and books in a spacious and bright place with a tired face. in the bedroom.

Lying on the bed, Frundsberg, whose upper body could already move freely, had a smile on his face.

His face has been transformed by the puppet experts of the Alan Hill Empire, and now he can already make some simple expressions.

What made him even more excited was that his tone of voice could also carry some obvious accents - when he was happy or angry, he could express it! For Frundsberg, this is already a kind of happiness.

As a puppet, a god puppet without a physical body, or without a body, he has lost too much. He can no longer enjoy human relationships, and he no longer has the opportunity to have feelings.

He can't taste the delicious food, and he can't smell the flowers. There was no annoying pain, no way to feel heat or cold—in a sense, he was as good as dead.

Frundsberg is like a player who is playing a game. He can see everything in the game, but he can't really experience everything in the game.

"Ah...William, it's really great that you can come to see me!" Supported by both hands, Frundsberg sat up from his bed and leaned against the soft head of his bed. The eyebrows made of wood raised to the sky.

It can be seen that he is very happy, but his expression is like a puppet that has been electrified and resurrected. It looks funny and chilling.

"Teacher, your left hand..." William looked happily at Frundsberg's new arm, and his tone was full of surprises: "They installed a newest model for you?"

"Yes, William, they rewarded me for my meritorious service in the trial last time! I really can't imagine that you can develop such a thing! It is simply a work of art!" Fren Zberg is in a great mood, showing off his new arms and hands!

This arm and the palm on the arm are not the same as Frundsberg's other arm. It is more advanced equipment, can be grasped flexibly, and is polished very beautifully.

With fine carvings and just the right embellishments, this arm is very beautiful, as if it is a real work of art.

Even if you go to the street and see such an arm, even a disabled person will not be ridiculed - now in Alan Hill, installing a prosthetic is not a shameful thing, on the contrary, it is a fashion, A fashion sought after by many!

"Don't tell me, this method is really effective." William pulled up a chair, sat down next to Frundsberg's bed, looked up and down at his teacher,

Frundsberg can no longer see his age.

This stubborn, stubborn old man, now only has half of his body left - he got the retribution he deserved. He could just lie here like this, not even knowing if he would be out of his wits tomorrow.

"You didn't see it. When they saw me, they were so scared that they didn't even dare to cry. Hahahaha." Frunzberg seemed to be in a good mood when he thought of what happened that day.

He laughed, which made William feel more relaxed. He was really afraid that the interrogation that day would affect his teacher, Frundsberg.

He was not there that day, and several officers from the Royal Special Mission Department of the Ireland Hill Empire brought a few frightened felons to Frundsberg's room.

When all the prisoners thought that the person lying on the bed was just a puppet that had lost its power and soul, Frundsberg spoke.

As soon as the old man who had betrayed the Ellandhill Empire opened his mouth, those repeat criminals were scared to tears. They scrambled to the door, scratching the door and begging the people outside to let them out.

Then, Frundsberg told them a little bit about how he became what he is today.

When they heard the phrase "the soul was stripped from the body, then tortured in every possible way, and finally poured into a puppet, leaving only one head to move", these prisoners confessed everything.

Even if they die, they don't want to become like the puppet in front of them, who is neither human nor ghost. So they all confessed, knowing everything and saying nothing.

They said they were working for the Norma Empire, they said how they were sent to carry out the task of stealing nuclear warheads.

Anyway, they sold the Norma Empire, just asking themselves not to be made into a puppet with only a head and half a body...

That's why the Alan Hill Empire later used the Rod of the Gods to attack the Norma Empire.

Of course, Alan Hill has evidence, and Chris is not a tyrant who uses space-based weapons indiscriminately without evidence.

"Teacher, as long as you don't mind." William was a little embarrassed. In fact, he couldn't understand those people from the Royal Mission Department, those people who used unscrupulous means to achieve their goals!

"Why should I mind? I was originally a negative teaching material... Isn't it just right to warn others?" Frundsberg waved his hands openly.

"It's you, tell me carefully, is the rod of the gods as spectacular as the news said when it attacked?" Frunzberg mentioned the rod of the gods, and his expression was radiant.

In the early years, it was the power he longed for, the power to destroy the world - if he hadn't betrayed Alan Hill, it should also be his power...