Eight Hundred and Ninety-One Second Me

While Chris hurried back to Serris, in the city of Serris, William pushed open the door of his teacher Frundsberg's room worriedly.

As soon as he entered the door, he greeted: "Teacher! I'm here!"

Frundsberg still can only lie in bed, using TV or other electronic devices to pass the time. As a former magician, he is using his terrible present to pay for the sins of the past.

"Come here at this time, and still bring so many materials, do you have a question to ask me, this bad old man?" Frunzberg seemed more excited, he would have nothing to do here—if he had any.

It is much happier to have something for him to pass the time than to let him lie down like this. For him, some of the topics William sent were no different from life-extending medicines.

William found a chair and sat down, and then put some materials in his arms on the clean desk: "Teacher, last time we discussed... the possibility of completely transferring human spiritual power to puppets... ..."

"William! I told you...it's a sorcery!" Frundsberg stared at his only movable palm, looking at the non-slip rubber purposely inlaid on it, and said in his unique mechanical voice.

"Teacher...you are the only living person who has experienced this technique..." William rushed to continue the topic.

"Can I still be considered a human being?" Frundsberg flipped his wrist and made a movement that is impossible for humans to do. He didn't move his arm and turned his palm 360 degrees: "I'm just a monster right now." !"

"Teacher..." William wanted to persuade him again, but before he could say anything, he saw his teacher looking at him—the eyes were shining with magical energy, which made people feel uncomfortable .

"William... Believe me, researching this kind of sorcery is my sin!" Frundsberg explained to William earnestly, "I told you, this itself is an extension of puppetry, torture Terrible magic of the human mind and soul!"

Every night, recalling that painful experience, Frundsberg would feel his soul trembling!

Even though he only has a metal body now, he can still clearly remember the terrible pain. That was the bone-piercing pain, and that was the punishment imprinted deep in his soul.

If he had to choose again, he would rather resist directly when Travish suspected him, even if he was besieged and killed by magicians on the spot, he would not be imprisoned without resistance, and then seal the magic power and refine the soul , suffered such horrible torture.

"Forget the magic, William! If you don't want to go to hell,

Never try to play with one's soul! "Looking at the ceiling, Frundsberg solemnly warned his apprentice.

"Teacher... I am here this time not to learn this terrible magic, but to hope to find a way to save people." William felt a little wronged, and he thought it was necessary to dismiss the teacher's words. Misunderstanding, clarify this matter.

"Saving people? If you use this method to save a person, you might as well kill him..." Frenzberg shook his head and said with a mocking voice.

"What if you want a person to live longer and gain a longer life?" William asked his question: "He doesn't want to die...he really wants to live on."

"Death is not terrible! This kind of torture is really terrible! William!" Frundsberg felt that it was necessary for him to emphasize what kind of suffering he had experienced: "If I could choose halfway, I would have chosen died!"

"Even if it's painful, if people have another choice, they can continue their own wisdom and even life... This is also a kind of salvation, isn't it?" William handed some information in his hand to Frenzbe grid.

Frundsberg didn't reach out to pick up the materials, but asked, "What are you doing? William? I think, for a magician, extending life can be done by studying magic. Why do you use such a method?" What about the evil stuff?"

"He is not a magician...he is just a mortal, a mortal who is very important to the empire." William continued.

"What are you talking about? Bring your documents here, and I'll take a look." Finally, Frundsberg reached out and took the documents.

Frundsberg, who received the information, was silent. When he saw the name Gurlo, an old man with wrinkled face appeared in his mind.

He knew this old guy. When they were in Serris, the two of them often chatted. Gurlo's wisdom left a very deep impression on Frundsberg.

Frankly speaking, such an acquaintance was about to die of illness, and this news was a great touch to Frundsberg.

However, he felt that even so, he was still powerless: "I'm sorry, William. Although I really want to save this old friend from the past, this magic... can't be used on mortals!"

"The mental power of a mortal is not enough to support this kind of magic extraction! During the process, the mortal will be killed directly..." He said firmly to William: "This is no different from killing him directly!"

"Yes, but this is a previous technology. For the ultimate individual power armor system, we have developed a technology that can use the spiritual power of mortals to drive giant puppets..." William explained, "The ultimate individual power armor system The basic principle of "armor", Frunzberg was dumbfounded when he heard it.

"You... have come so far..." He sighed with emotion, then shook his head and said regretfully, "Then I have nothing to give you, I can only wish you success."

"Teacher! Our research direction is not to strip a person's spiritual power, or soul!" William said with some embarrassment: "So, we still need your experience and more experimental results."

"Minister Gurlo's physical condition is deteriorating every day, so our research speed must be accelerated." He said, and took more information to Frundsberg's bed: "We, maybe Gu Minister Arlo, the last hope."

"He will regret it...becoming the second me, living a life that would be worse than death." Frundsberg just said this, and then devoted himself to this new magic research. I have to say, this is definitely a good way to pass the time!