Sword and Magic and Taxi

Academician Ke Meng inexplicably got an apprentice and began to teach him with all his heart. He even taught him whatever he wanted to learn without any hesitation, and allowed him to view all his books, which was completely unimaginable in the past.

Zhao Mai studied selectively, with the first goal being pharmacy, followed by medicine. Being able to prepare potions with magical effects using ordinary materials without using the power of magic is well worth studying. In terms of medical skills and pharmacology alone, Westeros cannot be compared with 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 is not a medical student. In the past, his most profound understanding of treatment was drink more water when you are sick and go to the hospital to see a doctor quickly. Later, after learning the natural power of the Druid, healing became healing and disease-repelling spells, but there was always a lack of transition to connect the two. Now with part of Bachelor Ke Meng's knowledge, coupled with Zhao Mai's skills in inductive classification, statistical analysis, and model construction developed in the mathematics major, he has slowly formed a system based on the force of nature. At present, it is just a rough and preliminary theory that cannot withstand scrutiny, but which theory is not like this at the beginning?

Normally, he would read and study in Bachelor Ke Meng's room. When he was hungry, he would go to the kitchen to find something to eat, and then come back to continue studying. The Extraordinary Mind Headband helps him always maintain the best learning status, without reducing efficiency due to fatigue, without interrupting his thoughts due to interference from external objects, and without causing confusion when studying multiple subjects at the same time.

Soon, he was already outstanding at configuring potions, thanks to his natural force and psychic abilities. Bachelor Ke Meng needs to create magical effects from scratch, and the force of nature has allowed Zhao Mai to cross this boundary long ago. As for those precise medicine operations, the body under the control of psychic powers is more precise than relying solely on the feel of the hand.

After transcending the technique, the only remaining thing is to understand the formula and grasp the properties of the medicine. The former requires a lot of reading, and the latter requires a lot of medical consultations, all of which are a waste of time. So Zhao Mai temporarily turned his learning goals to mysterious subjects, such as runes and ancient history.

However, in the eyes of outsiders, Zhao Mai's behavior is completely a manifestation of three minutes of heat. I gave up on medicine as soon as I got started, and so did pharmacy. Now I'm starting to read those papers that have no practical value. It's really a waste. Especially Bachelor Ke Meng, after Zhao Mai used his psychic powers to change his attitude, he always lamented his choice.

Zhao Mai doesn't need to explain or prove anything. Only he knows the extent of his learning. But at this time he encountered an unexpected problem: Bachelor Ke Meng was very accomplished in medical skills, but not very good in mysticism. The collection of books in the Eagle's Nest City has been accumulated since the Andals landed on the continent of Westeros. Ke Meng only kept them, and he couldn't understand them himself, let alone Professor Zhao Mai.

However, there is no one in the Eagle's Nest City who can answer Zhao Mai's questions, and that person happens to have a lot of free time now.

After Tyrion Lannister was captured in the Eyrie, he thought he would be faced with humiliation or judgment. He is not afraid of the former, because he is quite confident in his poisonous tongue, and humiliating him would only be asking for humiliation. The trial will give him an opportunity to take advantage of it. He has studied the laws in various parts of the kingdom. There are always loopholes to exploit, there are always them!

But in the Eagle's Nest City, he encountered neither of these two things. Instead, he was thrown into the Sky Prison and tortured every day by a mentally retarded and cruel jailer. Now the Maud jailer held a plate of boiled beans with his thick fingers, shook it and asked him: Do you want to eat it?

Tyrion, who was hungry, knew very well that no matter how he answered, he would only get a beating. He didn't want the rough guy to get pleasure from torturing him, so he ignored his stomach's protests. “It would be great to have a leg of lamb, and maybe a plate of salted green beans and onions, with freshly baked brioche bread, and a jug of warm wine to wash it down. If that’s not convenient, beer will do, too. People aren’t really picky.”

Only beans, Maud said. Here you go! He held out the plate.

Alas, it starts again. Tyrion sighed. Maude's method is very simple, that is, do it completely according to your own wishes. If you don't play according to his ideas, you'll hit him with a stick. No, Tyrion didn't want to take the plate, but as soon as he showed his intention, the stick was raised. He was so hungry and didn't want to get beaten that he reached for his plate.

So Maud smiled and moved the plate away, raising it above her head so that Tyrion couldn't reach it. Here it is! Come and get it!

The dwarf stood stiffly, having slept for so long on the cold, hard stone, covered only by a ragged blanket, which made every joint ache. Do we have to play this stupid game every time we eat? He knew the end result of this game would not be good, but he could still get some food. If you don't play, you will be hungry and beaten.

Maude slowly moved to the edge of the cell, put the plate in the air at the end of the cell, and said with a smile full of rotten teeth: Dwarf, come here to get it?

The Tianlao 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 risk of anyone escaping from such a cell. When the cell was built, the outer walls protruded and the ground sloped outward. Anything that could roll would eventually be captured by gravity, slowly reach the edge, and then fly down. Tyrion didn't dare go near the edge of the cell, where the wind seemed to have only one direction: sucking outward. And he was afraid that if Maud gave him a nudge on a whim, he would turn into a disgusting red stain on the rock.

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

Maude loosened her fingers and the strong wind blew the plate away, tumbling and falling. The food was gone and only a few beans were blown back. Maude laughed loudly: Look, I fed you dinner, but it's a pity that the wind grabbed it, haha.

Even though he was laughing, he still punched Tyrion as he left. Then, the heavy iron door slammed shut, and Tyrion heard the sound of the key turning - it was even more annoying that this idiot never forgot this!

The cell was very cold, and the mountain wind howled day and night. He was hungry, cold, and lacked sleep. The sloping ground will cause sleeping people to roll out unknowingly, or even fall down before they know it. Tyrion was afraid that as soon as he opened his eyes, he would be flying through the air, with the earth and rocks rushing towards his head. Many prisoners were driven crazy like this. Tyrion kept saying That's not me, it won't be me, but he didn't know how long he could hold on.

He felt that he would go crazy at any time and was even afraid to think about it. At this moment, a voice came from the air outside the cell: Tyrion, how are you doing?