Maester Comont somehow had an additional "apprentice" and began to teach him "with all his might", even teaching him whatever he wanted, and allowing him to check all his collections, which was completely unimaginable in the past. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Zhao Mai selectively pursues his studies, with the primary goal of pharmacy and the second goal of medicine. The ability to concoct magical potions from ordinary ingredients without using the power of magic is well worth studying. In terms of medicine and pharmacology alone, Westeros cannot be compared with Chinese and Western medicine at all, but the power here is between "reality" and "magic", and it is the most suitable entry point for Zhao Mai.

He is not a medical student, and his most profound understanding of treatment in the past is "drink plenty of water when you are sick" and "go to the hospital to see a doctor". Later, learning the natural force of the druid, healing became a "healing" and "exorcism" spells, and there was a lack of transition to connect the two. Now, with some of the knowledge of Bachelor Komon, coupled with Zhao Mai's skills in inductive classification, statistical analysis, and model construction that he has cultivated in mathematics, he has slowly formed a system based on the natural force. At the moment it seems to be a crude and unscrupulous preliminary theory, but which theory did not start out like this?

In normal times, he reads and studies in Master Comon's room, and when he is hungry, he goes to the kitchen to find something to eat for himself, and then comes back to continue his studies. The Transcendent Mind Headband helps him always stay in the best state of study, without losing his efficiency due to fatigue, interrupting his train of thought due to external interference, and learning multiple subjects without confusion.

Soon, he was already blue with potions alone, thanks to his natural force and psychic abilities. Master Komon needs to create magical effects from scratch, and the Force of Nature has allowed Zhao Mai to cross this line long ago. As for those precise potion operations, the body under the control of the psychic ability is more accurate than relying on the touch alone.

After the transcendence of the technique, the main thing left is the understanding of the formula and the grasp of the medicinal properties. The former requires a lot of reading, and the latter requires a lot of consultation, all of which are water-milling. So Zhao Mai temporarily turned his studies to occult subjects, such as runes and ancient history.

However, in the eyes of outsiders, Zhao Mai's behavior is completely a manifestation of "three-minute heat". It is a waste to give up medicine at the beginning, as well as pharmacy, and now to start reading those books that have no practical value. Especially Master Kemeng, after Zhao Mai used his psychic ability to change his attitude, he always sighed for his choice.

Zhao Mai doesn't have to explain and prove anything, only he knows the degree of his learning. But then he was confronted with an unexpected problem: Maester Comon was very accomplished in medicine, but not so good in the occult. The collection of books in Eagle's Nest City has been accumulated since the Andals landed on the continent of Westeros, and Komon only keeps it, and he can't understand it himself, let alone Professor Zhao Mai.

However, it was not that no one in Eagle's Nest City could solve Zhao Mai's doubts, and that person happened to have a lot of free time now.

When Tyrion Lannister was captured in Eagle's Nest, he thought he would be greeted by humiliation or judgment. He is not afraid of the former, because he is quite confident in his poisonous tongue, and humiliating him will only be self-inflicted. The trial will give him an opportunity, and he will study the laws of all parts of the kingdom, and there will always be loopholes, there will always be!

But in the Eagle's Nest, he didn't encounter either, but was thrown into the "Heavenly Prison", where he was tortured every day by a mentally retarded and cruel jailer. Now the Maude jailer took a plate of boiled beans with his thick fingers, shook it and asked him, "Would you like to eat it?"

A hungry Tyrion knew very well that no matter how he answered, all he would get was a beating. He didn't want the coarse man to get pleasure from torturing him, so he ignored his stomach's protests. "A leg of lamb must be great, maybe a plate of salted green beans and onions, freshly baked brioche bread, and a jug of lukewarm wine to wash the food down. If it's not convenient, beer is fine, I'm not really picky. ”

"Only beans. Maud said, "Take it!" he handed over the plate.

Alas, it started again. Tyrion sighed. Maude's solution is simple, and that is to do exactly what he wants. If you don't play according to his train of thought, you will hit it with a stick. No, Tyrion didn't want to take the plate, and as soon as he said that, the stick was raised. He was so hungry that he didn't want to be beaten, so he reached for the plate.

Maud grinned and removed the plate and held it high above her head so that Tyrion couldn't reach it. "Get it here!"

The dwarf stood stiffly, sleeping for a long time on the cold, hard stone, covered only by a broken blanket, which made his every joint ache. "Do we have to play this stupid game every time we eat?" he knew the game wouldn't end well, but he could still get something to eat. If you don't play, you'll be hungry and beaten.

Maud slowly moved to the edge of the cell, put the plate in the air at the end of the cell, and smiled in a foul mouth full of rotten teeth, "Dwarf, come here to get it?"

The prison is a place with only three walls, and the empty side is a cliff. With the towering terrain of Eagle's Nest City, there is no danger that anyone will be able to escape from such a cell. When the cells were built, the outer walls were protruding and the ground was sloping outward, and anything that could roll would eventually be captured by gravity, slowly reaching the edges, and then flying down. Tyrion didn't dare to approach the edge of the cell, where the wind seemed to have only one direction: to suck outward. Moreover, he was afraid that if Maud gave him a gentle push on a whim, he would turn into a disgusting red stain on the rocks.

"Come to think of it, I don't seem to be too hungry. He announced, retreating back to the corner of the prison.

Maud let go of her fingers, and the strong wind blew away the plate, tumbling and falling. The food was gone, and only a few beans were blown back. Maud laughed: "Look, I fed you dinner, but it's a pity that the wind rushed to eat it, haha." ”

Even though he laughed, he beat Tyrion as he left. Then, the heavy iron door slammed shut, and Tyrion heard the sound of the key turning—how annoying it was that the idiot never forgot it!

The cell was cold, the mountain wind howled day and night, he was hungry and cold, and he lacked sleep. The sloping ground will make the sleeping person roll out unconsciously, or even fall down at some point. Tyrion was afraid that when he opened his eyes, he was already flying in the air, and the earth and rocks rushed towards his head. Many prisoners are driven crazy in this way, and Tyrion keeps saying "that's not me, it won't be me", but he doesn't know how long he can hold out.

He felt like he was going crazy at any moment, and he was even afraid to think about it. Just then, a voice came from the air outside the cell, "Tyrion, how are you doing?" (To be continued.) )