Mr. Ke Meng inexplicably added an "apprentice" and began to teach him "to do his best" and even teach him whatever he wants, without any more than that, and allowed him to view all his collection of books, which was completely unimaginable in the past.

Zhao Mai has chosen to study, the first goal is pharmacy, followed by medicine. It is possible to use ordinary materials to make potions with magical effects without using the power of magic. This technique is very worthy of study. In terms of medical skills and pharmacy, Westeros cannot be compared with traditional Chinese and Western medicine at all, but the power here is between "reality" and "magic", which is the most suitable entry point for Zhao Mai.

He was not a medical student. In the past, his deepest understanding of treatment was "drinking more water when you are sick" and "go to the hospital to see a doctor." Later, he learned the natural force of the druid, and the treatment of diseases became "therapeutic technique" and "disease removal" spells, and there was always a lack of transition to connect the two. Now, with some of the knowledge of Bachelor Ke Meng, coupled with Zhao Mai's skills in mathematics, he gradually formed a system based on the natural force. At present, it was just a rough and unscrupulous theory, but which theory was not like this at the beginning?

Usually, he reads and studies in Bachelor Ke Meng's room. When he is hungry, he goes to the kitchen to find something to eat, and then comes back to continue studying. The extraordinary spiritual headband helps him always maintain the best learning state, and will not reduce his efficiency due to fatigue, and will not interrupt his thinking due to disturbances of external objects. At the same time, he will not cause confusion in learning multiple subjects.

Soon, just by configuring the potion, he was already successful, thanks to his natural force and spiritual superpower. Bachelor Ke Meng needed to create magical effects from scratch, and natural force allowed Zhao Mai to cross this boundary. As for those precise potion operations, the body under the control of the psionic power is more accurate than simply relying on the feel.

After transcending techniques, the rest is mainly about understanding the formula and grasping the properties of the medicine. The former requires a lot of reading, while the latter requires a lot of treatment, all of which are water-mixed. So Zhao Mai temporarily turned his learning goal toward mysterious disciplines, such as runes and ancient history.

However, in the eyes of outsiders, Zhao Mai's behavior is a manifestation of "three-minute popularity". He gave up just after he started to start medical skills, and so is pharmacy. Now he starts to read those papers with no practical value, which is really a waste. Especially when Bachelor Ke Meng, who was changed by Zhao Mai's attitude with his spiritual power, he always sighed for his choice.

Zhao Mai didn't have to explain or prove anything. Only he knew the level of his learning. But at this time he encountered an unexpected problem: Bachelor Ke Meng was very accomplished in medical skills, but he was not very good at mysticism. The collection of books in Eagle Nest City started to accumulate when the Andals landed in Westeros. Ke Meng was just keeping it, and he couldn't understand it very much, let alone professor Zhao Mai.

However, not no one in Eagle Nest City can answer Zhao Mai's doubts, and that person is now in a good deal of free time.

After Tyrion Lannister was caught in Eagle Nest, he thought that what he was greeted was humiliation or judgment. He was not afraid of the former because he was quite confident in his sarcasm, and humiliating him would only seek humiliation. Judgment would give him an opportunity to take advantage of it. He had research on the laws of the kingdom, and there were always loopholes to take advantage of, and there were always some!

But in Eagle Nest City, he did not encounter these two things, but was thrown into the "Heaven Prison" and was tortured by a prison guard with his intellectual inferiority and cruelty every day. Now the prison guard Mode held a plate of boiled beans with his thick fingers and asked him shakingly: "Do you want to eat?"

The hungry Tyrion knew very well that no matter how he answered, he would just be beaten. He didn't want the vulgar man to get pleasure from torture him, so he ignored the protest in his stomach. "It must be great to have a lamb leg. Maybe another plate of salt green beans and onions, plus the freshly baked cream bread, and a pot of warm wine to make the food. If it is inconvenient, beer is OK, and I am actually not very picky."

"Only beans," said Maud, "take it!" He handed out the plate.

Alas, it started again. Tyrion sighed. Maud's method was very simple, that was, to do it completely according to his own wishes. If he didn't play according to his ideas, he would knock with a stick. Tyrion didn't want to get the plate, but as soon as he revealed this meaning, the stick was raised. He was too hungry and didn't want to be beaten, so he reached out to get the plate.

So Maud smiled and moved the plate away and raised it above his head, so that Tyrion would not reach it. "Here! Come and get it!"

The dwarf stood stiffly, sleeping on the cold and hard stone for a long time, covering only a broken blanket, which made every joint hurt. "Do we play this stupid game every time we eat?" He knew that the final result of this game would not be good, but he could still get some food. If he didn't play, he would be hungry and be 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 his stinky mouth covered with rotten teeth, "Dwarf, come here to get it?"

Tianzhu is a place with only three walls, and the empty side is a cliff. With the towering terrain of Eagle Nest City, such a cell is unlikely to escape. When the cell was built, the exterior walls were protruding and the ground was tilted outward. Anything that could roll would eventually be captured by gravity, slowly reaching the edge, and then flying down. Tyrion did not dare to approach the edge of the cell, where the wind seemed to have only one direction: sucking outward. Moreover, he was afraid that Mod would push him gently on a whim, and he would turn into a pool of disgusting red stains on the rocks.

"Think about it carefully, I don't seem to be too hungry," he announced, returning to the corner of the prison.

Mod let go of his fingers, and the strong wind blew away the plate, rolling and falling. The food was gone, only a few beans were blown back. Mod laughed: "Look, I've fed you supper, but unfortunately the wind rushes to eat, haha."

Even though he laughed happily, he beat Tyrion up when he left. Then, the thick iron door closed and Tyrion heard the sound of the key turning - this fool never forgot about this incident, which was even more annoying!

The cell was very cold, with the mountain wind whistling day and night, he was hungry and cold, and lacked sleep. The tilted ground would make the sleeping people roll outside without knowing it, and even fall down at any time. Tyrion was afraid that when he opened his eyes, he would already fall in the air, and the earth and rocks rushed towards his head. Many prisoners were driven crazy by this. Tyrion kept saying, "That's not me, it's not me", but he didn't know how long he could last.
Chapter completed!