Five Hundred and Thirty Six Atonement

Completely different from the dark basement in Burkeland, Frundsberg was lying on a large hospital bed, staring at the bright sunshine outside the window in a daze.

He has lost his body and has become a god puppet without a spiritual body. Generally, under such circumstances, the god puppets cannot survive forever. The bound spiritual power in their bodies will dissipate little by little over time, and finally become a puppet wreckage 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, it seems that Frundsberg's soul has no possibility of dissipating in a short time.

And in order to ensure that he would not cause any more problems, before arriving in Serris, the senior magicians of Alan Hill transformed Frundsberg's puppet body and replaced it with a body that was completely problem-free.

However, I don’t know whether these people deliberately embarrassed Frundsberg, or because they decided to restrict Frundsberg’s freedom, they did not install arms and legs for this new body!

In this way, Frundsberg is like a human stick whose limbs have been cut off. He can only lie on the bed and cannot move.

Ever since, lying on the bed and watching the bright sunshine outside the window became the only thing this old man who betrayed Alan Hill did.

He is a puppet, he doesn't need to rest and sleep, so he can lie like this infinitely, drowning himself in boredom.

Compared with his previous experience in the puppet empire, the environment here is already very good. As a puppet who 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 landed on the windowsill, chirping non-stop. They didn't know that there was an old man who was the only senior magician in Alan Hill lying in the room through a layer of glass.

There was a vase on the bedside table, which looked exquisite, but there were no flowers in it, and of course Frunzberg could not 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 had many keen senses, which could strengthen hearing or eyesight, and serve better in battle—but because of the intentional castration of the puppet empire, his head neither had a very strong sense of hearing, nor surpassed the eyesight of ordinary people .

He didn't even feel hunger, nor did he feel cold or hot. He couldn't even express his frown, because his face no longer had the ability to express emotions.

so,

Even if he is 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 magical atmosphere around him and transforming it into energy to provide him with the ability to act.

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

Logically speaking, shouldn't we find a group of senior magicians to study his state desperately, and then regardless of his life and death, use various means to strip his spiritual power and torture him until he dies.

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

If, if he had known that staying in Alan Hill could be so comfortable... Or if he had seen through everything and given up that unrealistic, so-called strongest pursuit, he himself would not have fallen to where he is today Bar.

Suddenly, the two little sparrows at the window spread their wings and flew away as if they were frightened by something.

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

Walking in was a Royal Guards soldier from Ireland Hill. But he is not an ordinary soldier, but a real magician.

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

"Someone will come to see you later, traitor!" said the soldier, putting the chair in his hand beside the bed of Frundsberg, who was motionless, and came over to check Frundsberg's bed again. State, carefully looked at the magic restraint device on the body.

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

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

This kind of thing from the spiritual level made Frunzberg deeply painful. But after Frundsberg was fooled a few times, he no longer believed in these Alan Hill guards who guarded him.

"I won't tease you this time, just guess, if you guess right, I will raise a bird in this room or something." Seeing that Frundsberg was not fooled, the soldier raised his stake .

Frundsberg closed his eyes and rested his mind, as if he was not interested in the other party's provocation. However, after only waiting for a second, what he imagined, the appearance of 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 guess correctly, it must be William."

"I'm not the one who's messing with you this time, hahaha." The guard smiled smugly, making Frundsberg irritated: "You guessed wrong, traitor!"

His laughter made Frenzberg feel particularly bad. For a person who can't do anything in bed, the tranquility when no one talks to him is the same as the noise when someone comes to provoke him with words. uncomfortable.

However, he still didn't open his mouth angrily, because he had long since lost his anger. Although he was irritable, he was far from reaching the breaking point.

So, Frunzberg stopped talking, just lay on the bed, looking out the window at the woods that started to drop yellow leaves in a daze.

Autumn has arrived and winter is coming. The land in the north will be covered with ice and snow, and the vibrant scenery will pass away - Frundsberg knows that watching the changing seasons may be the only entertainment left in his remaining time.

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

His chorus brought Frunzberger back to reality, and in the next second, he saw a familiar man walk into the room and sit on the seat beside his bed with a blank expression.

"Long time no see, Mr. Frundsberg." Even after hearing about what happened to Frundsberg, Chris never expected him to be so miserable. Lying on the bed like a human stick, this visual impact made Chris, who was used to freedom, feel shuddering all over his body.

"Your Majesty... Your Majesty..." Frundsberg's voice was trembling, and he never expected that he, who might be executed at any time, would meet the person he most wanted to see.

"My time is precious, so if you want to say something, or want to confess something, you have to hurry up." Chris stared at Frundsberg, who had only one structure on his face and engraved with magical inscriptions, He said, "The chance that William gave you is almost the only chance."

"..." Frundsberg was silent, and after a while, he slowly opened his mouth and said to Chris: "I was wrong... In the past, I only lived in the desire and pursuit of power..."

His tone was full of remorse, and even Chris glanced at Frundsberg, who was lying on the bed and couldn't do anything, out of the corner of his eye.

"I was really wrong! I can't even kneel down, I can't even cry... Please, please... Chris, give me a chance to redeem my sins... Please." Frenzberg bitterly Begging bitterly, with a sincere look of reform.

Chris didn't listen to his entreaties, because everyone has to pay for their mistakes. What he was thinking about was whether it would be more beneficial to keep such a puppet traitor who was destined to be useless, or whether it would be more beneficial to get rid of it.

In fact, the most trouble-free way is to dismantle this puppet, and let Frundsberg's last consciousness disappear in smoke.

But considering William's begging, Chris felt that leaving such a half-dead Frundsberg would make it easier for people to remember how heavy the price of betrayal was.

"I will transform your body, and you will become an existence that is neither human nor ghost..." Chris laughed, looked at Frundsberg and said, "As long as you live half-dead, it is a kind of atonement."

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

He didn't want to die, or he didn't want to be so mediocre and make people laugh at him. He didn't want to leave in such a humble way, and then leave the name of a ridiculous betrayer in history.

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

Even if nothing is left behind, he doesn't want to leave his mark forever. At least, he didn't want that apprentice William who was still unwilling to give up on him until now, because his betrayal would become a laughing stock.

Repaying the debts of those who still care about him is the driving force for Frenzberg to live until now. At least at this moment, he thought so.

"That's it! I'll 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, no matter who asks for mercy, I will give you the most tragic ending!"