A week, a month, a season, and a year, Zhao Mai left the Doom Volcano in a second. He read books, studied history, compiled notes, and performed complex operations on the ice, an operation that no one could understand. Sometimes, he used the neural network to hand over the operation load to the Gardener Dragon and the newly hatched ghost spacecraft. Every time after such calculations, Gardener Dragon would run to bully the owner, show them something they couldn't understand, and force them to work.

Xiaohua also didn't understand what Zhao Mai was doing. Even if Zhao Mai passed on her own experience to Xiaohua by the druid method, she couldn't understand it. "I'm studying how the two history are superimposed, that is, the relationship between parallel worlds. I have to find out what the inconsistency is going on." Zhao Mai scratched his head and said helplessly: "I haven't fully understood it yet, so the experience passed on to you may not be able to understand it either."

"Then you stay here?"

"As long as I approach the door and have the idea of ​​going out, I feel dangerous." Zhao Mai said: "You know that my mind is not smart, and I have to get to this day step by step by step by step. I believe in the feeling of stockpiling food, I believe in your feeling, and I have to believe in my feelings. If you want to ask me what happened, then I really can't say it. You may need to stay with me and wait for me."

Xiaohua nodded. Now it seems that Zhao Mai has nothing abnormal except for not leaving the Doomsday Volcano. Whether it is the natural force or the psychic power, it is also very stable. If something unusual is to happen, there is only one thing: Zhao Mai becomes a little dizzy (this word she learned from Zhao Mai), and from time to time he will say something with strange logic, which is very similar to the prophets of the world of Graleone or the shamanistic understanding tree.

Zhao Mai temporarily settled his home in the Doomsday Volcano, which was definitely an unusual residence. The endless power of destruction, the terrible will that vowed to end everything always surround Zhao Mai, and no one could fall asleep here. Fortunately, Zhao Mai could recover his spirit and physical strength without sleeping, and just used the time he saved to think. In this way, time slowly passed, year after year, and a full twelve years passed, Zhao Mai still locked himself in the Doomsday Volcano, looking for the result he had always wanted.

Due to the effect of immortality potion, Zhao Mai, Xiaohua and the reserve grain have not changed at all, but Aragon is different. This is the second time he has come to the Doomsday Volcano after becoming king. He has only one purpose, to visit his old friend who has locked him up here for twelve years.

He is already a beloved successful king, and both Gondor and Rohan benefited from it. People's living standards continue to improve, and society is prosperous. "This is not your own credit. Legion bread solves your food problem, and the end of the war reduces your military expenditure, allowing you to devote more power to people's livelihood." Zhao Mai said bluntly to the king, saying: "The orcs settled in the south of Mordor, and there was no Zoro forcing them to fight. In fact, the orcs do not have to kill other races. They are now itchy and go to the arena to fight, which is also a way to solve the impulse of fighting. So, if you want the land in the south of Mordor, or continue to build castle fortresses on the border, I advise you to save money."

"You speak much harder than the words you wrote in the letter. I don't seem to offend you, right?"

Zhao Mai snorted and nodded: "The elves have basically left, and you can count them with your two hands. Frodo and the others have also left and went to Verinor with Gandalf. These sad and broken news were told by you by sending a messenger to tell me, why don't you offend me? In this world, you can be assured and bold as not to flatter you, that is, me, so you can bear it."

"Haha, that's right." Aragon said: "I'm here to tell you something. Can you increase the production of Legion bread? I need more mouths to feed."

"Bah, you're so embarrassed to say. My Legion bread is calculated based on your population, and the richer you are, the less Legion bread you have. The reason has been told to you. Don't you know what happened to Sauron back then? The bread is delicious, and once the offer is finished. Do you want your Gondor to end? I'm going to increase the number of you to harm you."

"Are you sure you're right?"

Zhao Mai rolled his eyes and pointed at the volcanic rock wall with his finger: "Look at the things above, if you can understand what I am, even if it is close to my calculation level, I will have all the food in your country. Over the years, I have mobilized tens of thousands of gardener dragons to help me share the calculation pressure. Will I calculate it wrong? But you, after becoming the king, have you lacked ambition?"

"That's not true. Alwin doesn't think anyone is hungry, but poverty always exists."

"Arwin, your elf wife?" Zhao Mai scratched his head, flipped his eyes upwards, pinching each other's fingers, pretending to behave for a few seconds, and said, "I just calculated it again, that's right. You said poverty always exists, but it's your national, and you have to fulfill your responsibilities. The legion bread I gave you is definitely enough. If it continues to increase, it will only add three things: dependence, laziness and corruption. I think the third one is the greatest possibility. You are the king, has your sword not killed for a long time? The Holy Sword Nasir... Show me if it's OK? I've never seen it after recasting."

"Of course. You'd better be careful, it's very sharp." Aragon untied the sword from his waist and handed it to Zhao Mai. "To be honest, the elves' forging skills are really good. I can't tell at all that it used to be just a fragment."

With a swish, the sword was unsheathed, and the cold light was like a ray of light. The Nasir Holy Sword was indeed extraordinary! Zhao Mai gently stroked the sword spine with his hand, and suddenly felt a pain in his fingers, and blood dripped. "There is something wrong with the workmanship of this sword, there are burrs on the surface? I am not touching the blade, but just a smooth sword body. Where did it cut me?"

Zhao Mai looked at the wound on his finger, and the regeneration power had made it heal quickly. At this moment, the twelve-year puzzle finally got the last piece of the answer puzzle.

He put the sword in the sheath and returned it to Aragon, and said, "Thank you for coming to see me, I finally understand why I am staying in this crater. The Supreme Lord Ring is afraid of it, just as it once was in the fragments of the Nasir Sword."

"Didn't the Supreme Lord Ring fall off?"
Chapter completed!