Five Hundred and Fifty-Five Bodies Left Behind

In the evening in Serris, the capital of Ireland, in the brightly lit city, the bustling streets reflect the prosperity of the city.

The streets and alleys are full of flashing neon lights, and countless people walk on the sidewalks that are as bright as day.

The children's laughter is mixed with the slight roar of the car engine. Only they can experience how happy the people living in this city are.

Sitting in the back row of the Mansgar people's car, William, the new dean of the Irish Academy of Magical Sciences, was looking down at a newspaper of the day.

The headline on the front page was the news of the large-scale outbreak of the Magic Eye, 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 restlessness of the magic eye.

Those scientists who commented on the newspaper were either his subordinates, or they only spoke half of the story because of confidentiality-in short, the newspaper does not let everyone know a lot of professional knowledge, it just spreads some news that is important to the public carrier.

"Sir, we're here." The driver is allocated to the dean by the trainees, not only as a full-time driver, but also as a secretary for daily life. William had a full-time life secretary when he was at the Second Academy of Magic in Veronza, and after he came to the imperial capital, he was assigned a guard.

This guard was not there to protect William, a magician who is now a great magister. His task was basically to help William carry bags and do shopping—acting as a nanny.

"Drive the car to the parking lot and wait for me." William closed the newspaper in his hand after he ordered, and got out of the car door that the guard had already opened.

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

William looked at the heavily guarded building standing in front of him, and asked his guard to hand over his ID to the checkpoint officer on duty at the gate who was in charge of checking.

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

This is a prison, a prison for important prisoners. It is almost the same as the ancient sky prison, so there is a poetic name here: "Abyss".

Few people know the abyss, because there is a common name for the second prison here. But those who are familiar with this place know 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 a special keyhole on the wall, and turned his face at the camera while turning the key.

Completely manual review is also the least problem-prone review method-when the heavy iron door was opened, William smelled an unpleasant smell of decaying wood.

He frowned, let his guards stand guard at the door, and stepped into the specially designed cell.

The lights inside are very bright, completely different from the slightly dim outside. There is even a TV in the room with news and sports channels.

The white sheets looked spotless, after all, there was nothing that could move in this room.

What it was like when William was here last time, it is still what it is now. Nothing has changed, not even the slightest change.

Because, the person lying on the bed has no limbs, so he can only lie there, and he doesn't even have to eat a bite.

Because of this, the place is unbearably tidy. If it weren't for some sound from the TV, there might not even be a little life here.

"Ah, William...you're here." Frundsberg, 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 expression, because there are no moving features on his face. There is only one magic spar, which replaces the function of the eyes, and can capture the image directly in front of it through the magic circle.

With such an expressionless face looking at the direction William entered the door, Frundsberg's voice has already jumped. Just listening to his tone of voice, one can clearly know that he is very happy now, and that William is very happy to see him.

"Teacher." William moved a chair with his own hands and sat next to Frundsberg, and said, "The demons are counterattacking, the eyes of magic are restless, and many people may die at the forefront of the battle tomorrow morning. "

"I saw the news... Ferry City is being evacuated in an emergency. His Majesty Chris has done a good job, and he has always done a good job." Frundsberg has always had a high evaluation of Chris, even if he is in the puppet empire At that time, I never doubted Chris' ability.

Returning to a flat tone, the slightly hoarse voice could no longer hear emotions, Frunzberg seemed to be chatting with William, and continued: "Also, don't call me teacher anymore, I don't deserve it." Be your teacher, at least in terms of being a human being, you are my teacher."

I couldn't tell whether he was lonely or regretful. After a pause, he continued to speak, using the unique voice of a puppet, and continued: "William, I know that I have committed a lot of sins. It is because of you that I have given up my consciousness that I can continue to retain my consciousness." Asked for many things."

"Since I used to be your teacher, I owe you such a great friendship now..." Frundsberg said while turning his head slightly, looking in the direction where William was sitting.

"Teacher, please don't say that." William shook his head, interrupting Frundsberg's words: "I am not the one who saved you. In fact, your life and death have always been in your majesty's whim."

"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 out 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." Frundsberg laughed, and he didn't know whether to sneer or laugh: "Have you ever seen a person who doesn't need to eat and has no sense of taste, and can't sit up without pain?" Does the one who comes have freedom?"

"I can't even adjust the TV channel. For me to live, there is only endless torture." After he laughed, he said in a strange tone. To William's ears, the tone seemed extremely lonely.

"Don't be discouraged, teacher..." William comforted: "Your body is actually just a puppet. Even if it is the most advanced god puppet, Alan Hill has a better substitute, so let you restore your freedom of movement , in fact, there is no difficulty."

"You're right." Frundsberg nodded slightly, this was one of the few actions he could do now.

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

When he said this, he smiled self-deprecatingly, and then continued: "I have nothing to be proud of, and the only thing left is some weird technologies."

Having said that, his voice became slightly higher-pitched, with a bit of confidence and a bit of pride: "I didn't waste my time in the puppet empire, this is the only thing I haven't done wrong in the past few years. thing."

He paused for a while, as if he was weighing trade-offs, or thinking about memories. When William thought that Frundsberg had fallen asleep, the puppet with only one body and one head finally spoke again.

"You go back today first...bring a notebook here tomorrow...I want to dictate something to you, this may be my sinner, the only remaining knowledge that can be handed over to you." Old Frundsberg The voice echoed in the room like a homeless ghost.

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

"What can I ask for... I am already very happy that you can come to see me often." Frundsberg smiled and said gratefully: "Remember to come to me tomorrow, and I will give you all my research directions in the puppet empire. Let me tell you, I hope it can inspire you."

"Thank you, teacher." William thanked with emotion.

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

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

"You child... receiving an apprentice like you may be the most proud thing I have done in the first half of my life as an old man." Frunzberg's voice sounded full of relief.

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

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

"You mean?" William was taken aback and asked.

"Before you asked me what else I wanted?" Frundsberg asked directly without the slightest bit of embarrassment.

"Yes, teacher." William was serious, and he was already thinking about what kind of books or equipment he would prepare for his teacher: "What do you want?"

"Well, can you ask the guard to help me change the TV channel frequently... I've been watching this channel for 15 days..." Frunzberg asked William a little embarrassed.

William: "..."