My Empire

My Empire Chapter 554

2020-11-03

Chapter 554 555 Disabled Willingness

In the evening of Serris, the capital of Alanhill, in the city of brightly lit, the streets of the city are full of traffic. of prosperity.

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

The happy laughter and cheerful voices of the child are mixed with the faint roar of the car engine, and only they can experience how happy the people living in this city are.

Sitting in the back of the Mansgarh People's Car, William, the new dean of the Alanhill Magic Academy, is looking down at a newspaper of the day.

The headline on the front page is the news of the massive outbreak of the Magic Eye, accompanied by explanations and analysis by a group of scientists.

For a scientist, for a magic scientist, William is certainly more professional than the second-rate consultant-level scientist who analyzes the restlessness of the Magic Eye.

The scientists who commented in the newspapers were either his staff, or they spoke only half of the story because of secrecy - in short, the newspapers did not let everyone know a lot of expertise, it just spread some A carrier of important news to the public.

"Sir, here we are." The driver is assigned by the trainee to the dean, not only a full-time driver, but also a daily secretary. William had a full-time life secretary when he was at the Veronsa Second Magic Research Institute. After he came to Imperial Capital, he also had a security guard attached.

This guard is not protecting William, the magician who is now the Great Archmage, his job is basically to help William carry bags and buy things - act as a nanny.

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

The surrounding roads are not so bright, in fact this is no longer the city center, but a 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 officer on duty at the checkpoint at the gate.

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

This is a prison, a prison for important prisoners. About as little as the ancient Heavenly Prison, so here's a poetic name: "The Abyss".

There are very few people who know the abyss, because there is a common name for the second prison to the outside world. 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 the special keyhole on the wall, turned the key and pointed his face at the camera.

Complete manual auditing is also the least problematic auditing method - when the heavy iron door was opened, William smelled an unpleasant smell of decaying wood.

He frowned, let his guards stand at the door, and walked into this 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 channels such as news and sports.

The white sheets looked spotless, after all there was no movement in the room.

What it was like when William last came here, and what it looks like now. Nothing has changed, not even the slightest bit of change.

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

Because of this, the tidy here is outrageous. If it weren't for the sound from the TV, there might not be even the slightest bit of anger here.

"Ah, William... you're here." Frenzberg, who was leaning there watching the TV on the wall, saw William's arrival, and immediately became in a good mood.

He has no way to make any expression, because his face has no moving features. There is only one magic spar, which can take the image up ahead through the magic array instead of the function of the eyes.

With just such an expressionless face looking at the direction William entered the door, Franzberg's voice jumped. Just listening to the tone of his speech, you can clearly know that he is very happy now, very happy that William can come to see him.

"teacher." William moved a chair and sat next to Frenzberg, and said: "The devil is fighting back, the magic eye is restless, there may be many people tomorrow morning Sacrifice on the front lines of the battle."

"I saw the news... Ferry City is evacuating and Chris Your Majesty is doing well, he has been doing well." Franz Bay Grid's evaluation of Chris has always been very high, even when he was in the puppet empire, he never doubted Chris's ability.

Returning to a plain tone, with a slightly hoarse voice no longer able to hear joy, anger, sadness, and joy, Franzberg continued to speak as if he was chatting with William, "Also, don't do it any more. Call me a teacher, I don't deserve to 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 paused, he continued He opened his mouth, using the unique voice of a puppet, and then said: "William, I know that I have sinned deeply, and I can continue to retain consciousness because you gave up many things and asked for it."

"Since I have done it before. Your teacher, now owes you so much friendship..." Frenzberg said, turning his head slightly, looking towards the direction where William was sitting.

"Teacher, don't say that." William shook the head, interrupting Frenzberg: "It wasn't me who saved you, in fact, your life and death have always been in Your Majesty's. Just a thought."

"Your Majesty is a single thought old man who won't deal with you, partly because of me and partly because of his kindness." William forced a smile , said: "Teacher, you are resting here, I will make more achievements as soon as possible, and try to help you restore your freedom as soon as possible..."

"Freedom will never exist for me. ." Frenzberg laughed, and he didn't know whether to laugh or laugh: "Have you ever seen a man who doesn't need to eat, has no sense of taste, can't sit up without pain, and has freedom?"

"I can't even adjust the channel on the TV. For me, living is just endless torture." After laughing, he said in a strange tone. Listening to William's ears, this tone seemed very lonely.

"Don't be discouraged, teacher..." William comforted: "In fact, your body is just a puppet. Even the most advanced god puppet, Alanhill has better substitutes, so let me It's not difficult for you to regain your freedom of movement."

"You're right." Frenzberg nodded lightly, which was one of the few moves he could do now.

After nodding, he lay back on the pillow and said to William, "However, to restore my body, at least give Your Majesty a reason, right? I can't lie here, let me You go ashamed of me."

He seemed to be laughing at himself when he said this, and then he continued: "I have nothing to be proud of, just some oddities left. Weird technology."

Speaking of this, his voice was slightly higher, as if with a bit of confidence and a bit of pride: "I didn't waste my time in the puppet empire, this is the The only thing I didn't do wrong in the years I've been in the past."

There was a slight pause, as if weighing the trade-offs and thinking about memories. Just when Wilhelm thought that Frenzberg was asleep, the puppet, with only one body and one head left, finally spoke again.

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

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

" What can I ask for... I'm already very happy that you can come and see me often." Frenzberg smiled and said gratefully: "Remember to come to me tomorrow, and I will tell me all the research directions in the puppet empire. Here, I hope I can inspire you."

"Thank you, teacher." William thanked him moved.

"I said, don't call me teacher, I'm not fit to be your teacher now." Frenzberg corrected.

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

"You child... It's probably the proudest thing I've done in the first half of my life as an old fogey." Frenzberg's voice sounded full. Glad.

"Don't say this, teacher." William lowered his head and whispered softly.

"By the way... what did you say just now?" Frenzberg suddenly changed the conversation.

"You mean?" William asked, taken aback.

"What other requirements did you ask me before?" Frenzberg asked directly without any regrets.

"Yes, teacher." William was serious, and he had already started 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 often... I've been watching this channel for 15 days..." Frenzberg asked William a little sorry.

William: "..."

(end of chapter)