In contrast to the dimly lit basement in Bulkland, Frentzberg lay on a large hospital bed, staring out the window at the bright sunshine.

He had lost his physical body and had become a god puppet without a spiritual subject. Generally, in this case, the god puppets cannot survive forever, and the spiritual power bound in their bodies will dissipate little by little over time, and finally become a soulless puppet wreckage.

However, due to the withdrawal of a large amount of spiritual power and the use of special sealing magic techniques, it seems that there is no possibility of dissipating Frentsberg's soul in a short period of time.

And in order to ensure that he would not cause any more problems, before arriving in Seris, the senior magicians of Ellan Hill transformed the puppet body of Frentsberg into a completely unproblematic body.

However, I don't know if these people were deliberately trying to embarrass Frentzberg, or if they decided to restrict Frentzberg's freedom by not fitting arms and legs to this new body!

In this way, Frenzberg was like a human stick with his limbs cut off, and he could only lie on the bed, unable to move.

So, lying in bed and watching the bright sun outside the window became the only thing that happened to this old man who betrayed Iran Hill.

He's a puppet, he doesn't have to rest and sleep, so he can lie like this indefinitely, drowning himself with boredom.

Compared with his previous encounters in the puppet empire, the environment here is already very good. As a puppet who didn't need to eat or drink, and only needed to change the magic energy crystals, he could at least look out the window at the sunlight that was rarely seen in the puppet empire.

Two sparrows landed on the windowsill, chirping incessantly. They didn't know that through a layer of glass, there was an old man lying in the room who had once been the only high-level magician in Iran Hill.

There was a vase on the bedside table, which looked beautiful, but there were no flowers in it, and of course Frenzberg couldn't smell the fragrance.

He was just a puppet, an incapacitating puppet, a puppet that had lost all human functions.

Originally, the puppet had many keen senses, which could strengthen hearing or eyesight, and serve better combat - but because of the puppet empire's deliberate castration, this head of his did not have a strong sense of hearing, nor did it surpass the eyesight of ordinary people.

Even, he didn't have the feeling of hunger, nor did he have the feeling of cold and heat. He couldn't even frown, because his face no longer had the ability to express joy and sorrow.

Therefore, even if he is happy or sad, others can only listen and understand from his tone, and cannot predict anything through his facial expressions.

Although he had to breathe, it was just a cycle of inhaling the magical breath around him and transforming it into energy to provide him with the ability to act.

Is this the way to deal with a traitor? That's a little too merciful. Frenzberg thought with a wry smile in his still-functioning mind.

Logically speaking, shouldn't we find a group of high-level magicians to study his state desperately, and then use all kinds of means to strip him of his mental power and torture him until he dies, regardless of his life or death.

But why, why is it that until now, he can still lie on a big bed so calmly and peacefully, looking at the sparrows outside the window, and the warm sunshine in a daze?

If I had known that staying in Iran Hill would have been so comfortable...... Or if he had seen through everything a long time ago and given up that unrealistic, so-called strongest pursuit, he himself would not have fallen to the point where he is today.

Suddenly, the two little sparrows in the window seemed to be frightened by something, and suddenly spread their wings and flew away.

Frenzberg was stunned for a moment, and then his heart was full of regret that the bird had flown away. He sighed softly, and then heard the door being pushed open from the outside.

Walking in was a Royal Guard soldier from Iran Hill. But he wasn't just an ordinary soldier, but a true magician.

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

"Someone will come to see you in a moment, traitor!" As he spoke, the soldier placed the chair in his hand next to the motionless Frenzberg bed, and walked over to check on Frenzberg's condition, carefully examining the magical confinement device on his body.

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

It's just his hobby, after provoking the other party's curiosity, he will compare his own mouth, and then let the other party suffer in endless curiosity.

This kind of spiritual thing made Frenzberg deeply painful. But after being fooled a few times, Frentzberg no longer trusted the Iran Hill guards who guarded him.

"I won't tease you this time, guess what, if I'm right, I'll keep a bird in this room or something." The soldier saw that Frenzberg was not fooled, so he increased his leverage.

Frenzberg closed his eyes and looked uninterested in the provocation of the other party. However, after only waiting for a second, he imagined the appearance of a birdcage hanging in the room, and he was moved.

"There's only one person left who can come here to see me." He replied confidently, "If I'm not mistaken, it's William." ”

"It's not me who will fix you this time, hahaha." The guard's smirk made Frenzberg feel irritated: "You guessed wrong, traitor! ”

His laughter put Frenzberg in a particularly bad mood, and the serenity of no one talking to him in bed, who could do nothing, was as uncomfortable as the noise of someone coming to provoke him with words.

However, he still did not open his mouth angrily, because he had long lost the anger of roaring, and although he was irritable, he was far from reaching the breaking point of outburst.

So Frenzberg stopped talking, but lay on the bed and looked out the window at the woods that began to fall yellow leaves.

Autumn has arrived, and winter is just around the corner. The land of the north will be covered in snow and ice, and the vibrant scenery will pass away – and Frenzberg knows that watching the seasons change may be the only entertainment he has left.

"Stand upright!" The soldier stood in the doorway, chin high and saluting a standard military salute, pride and pride on his face.

His singing harmony brought Frenzbergra back to reality, and then, the next second, he saw a familiar man enter the room, sitting on the seat next to his bed with a blank face.

"Long time no see, Mr. Frentsberg." Even when Chris heard about what happened to Frentzberg, 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, feel shuddered.

"Your Majesty...... Your Majesty......" Frenzberg's voice trembled, and he did not expect that he, who might be executed at any time, would actually meet the person he most wanted to see.

"My time is precious, so whatever you want to say, or what you want to repent, you have to hurry." Chris stared at Frenzberg, whose face was only a structure and carved with a magical inscription, and said, "William gave you a chance, and it was almost the only chance. ”

"......" Frenzberg was silent for a few moments before he spoke slowly 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 Frenzberg, 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 now, I can't even cry...... Please, please...... Chris, give me a chance to atone for my sins...... Please. Frenzberg pleaded bitterly, looking like he had really changed.

Chris didn't listen to his pleas, because people have to pay for their mistakes. What he was considering was whether to leave behind more benefits for such a puppet traitor who was destined to be of little use, or whether it would be more beneficial to get rid of it.

In fact, the easiest way to do this is to dismantle this puppet, and let Frenzberg's last consciousness disappear.

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

"I will transform your body, and you will become a non-human being...... "Chris laughed, looked at Frenzberg 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. Frenzberg looked at the ceiling and replied word for word.

He didn't want to die, or he didn't want to die with a smile on his face. He didn't want to leave with such a humble name and leave the name of a ridiculous traitor in history.

So he wants to live, even if he can only survive. He decided to correct his mistakes and spend all the time he had left erasing his name from history.

Even if there is nothing left, he does not want to leave a stench for 10,000 years. At least, he didn't want William, the apprentice who was still unwilling to give up on him, because his betrayal would become a laughing stock.

Paying off the debts of those who still cared about him was what kept Frenzberg alive until now. At least that's what he thinks for the moment.

"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 take the opportunity this time, then whoever pleads will give you the most tragic ending!" ”