Chapter 226

For no reason, he had an "Apprentice" and began to teach him with all his heart. He even taught him what he wanted to learn, and allowed him to check all his books, which was totally unimaginable in the past.

Zhao Mai studied selectively. His primary goal was pharmacy, followed by medicine. It's worth studying that you can make potions with magic effect with ordinary materials without using magic power. In terms of medicine and pharmacology alone, westero can't compare 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, learning the Druid's natural force, healing became a "healing" and "Dispelling disease" magic. There has been a lack of transition to connect the two. Now, with some knowledge of Coleman, and Zhao Mai's skills in induction, classification, statistical analysis and model construction, he has gradually formed a system based on the natural force. At present, it's just a rough and untenable preliminary theory, but which theory didn't start like this?

At ordinary times, he read and studied in his room. When he was hungry, he went to the kitchen to find something to eat, and then came back to study. Extraordinary mind headband helps him always keep the best learning state, will not reduce efficiency due to fatigue, will not interrupt thinking due to external disturbance, and will not produce confusion in learning multiple subjects.

Soon, with the potion alone, he was better than ever, thanks to his natural force and psychic powers. He needs to create magic effects from nothing, and the natural force has already crossed this line. As for the precise manipulation of potions, the body under the control of psychic powers is more precise than the simple touch.

After surpassing the technique, the rest is mainly the understanding of the formula and the grasp of the property. The former needs a lot of reading, while the latter needs a lot of reception, all of which is a waste of time. So Zhao Mai temporarily turned his study to mysterious subjects, such as Rune and ancient history.

However, in the eyes of outsiders, Zhao Mai's move is a manifestation of "three minutes of enthusiasm". Medicine just started to give up, so did pharmaceutics. Now it's a waste to start to read those useless papers. After Zhao Mai changed his attitude with his psychic powers, he always sighed for his choice.

Zhao Mai doesn't have to explain and prove anything. He only knows his level of learning. But at this time, he encountered an unexpected problem: Coleman was very accomplished in medicine, but not in mysticism. The collection of books in Eagle's nest city began to accumulate when the andals landed on the continent of Westeros. Cormon just kept them, and he didn't understand them, let alone Professor Zhao Mai.

However, no one in Yingchao city can solve Zhao Mai's doubts, and that person has plenty of spare time now.

When Tyrion Lannister was caught in Eagle's nest, he thought it was humiliation or trial to greet him. He is not afraid of the former, because he is quite confident in his own poisonous tongue, and humiliating him will only be self humiliating. The trial will give him an opportunity to study the laws of all parts of the kingdom. There is always room for him!

But in Eagle's nest, he didn't meet the two. Instead, he was thrown into the "prison" and tortured by a mentally retarded and cruel jailer every day. Now the jailer, Maud, took a plate of boiled beans with his thick fingers and asked him, "do you want to eat it?"

Hungry Tyrion knew that no matter how he answered, all he got was beating. He didn't want the rascal to get the pleasure of tormenting him, so he ignored his protest. "It must be great to have a leg of mutton. Maybe a dish of salt, green beans and onions, fresh bread and butter, and a pot of warm wine to wash the food down. If it's not convenient, beer will do. I'm not too picky

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

Well, it's starting again. Tyrion sighed. Maud's method is very simple, that is to follow his own mind. If you don't play in his way, hit with a stick. No, Tyrion didn't want to get the plate, but as soon as that was revealed, the stick was raised. He was too hungry to be beaten, so he reached for the plate.

So Maud grinned and lifted the plate over his head so that Tyrion could not reach it. "Here it is! Come and get it

The dwarf stood stiffly, sleeping on the cold hard stone for a long time, only covered with a broken blanket, which made his joints ache. "Do we have to play this stupid game every time we eat?" He knew that the final result of the game would not be good, but he could still get some food. If you don't play, you'll be hungry and beaten.

Maud moved slowly to the edge of the cell, put the plate in the air at the end of the cell, and said with a smile: "dwarf, come here to get it?"

Tianlong is a place with only three walls, and the empty side is a cliff. With the help of the towering terrain of Yingchao City, there is no danger that anyone can escape from such a cell. During the construction of the cell, the outer wall is protruding, and the ground is inclined outward. Anything that can roll will eventually be captured by gravity, slowly to the edge, and then fly down. Tyrion did not dare to get close to the edge of the cell, where the wind seemed to have only one direction: to suck out. What's more, he was afraid that if Maud pushed him on the spur of the moment, he would turn into a disgusting red stain on the rock."On second thought, I don't seem very hungry." He announced, returning to the corner of the prison.

Maud loosened his fingers, and the strong wind blew away the plate, rolling and falling. The food was gone, only a few beans were blown back. Maud laughed: "you see, I fed you dinner, but the wind snatched it, ha ha."

Even if he laughed, he beat Tyrion when he left. Then the heavy iron door slammed shut, and Tyrion heard the sound of the key turning - it was even more annoying that the fool never forgot it!

The cell was cold, the mountain wind was blowing day and night, he was cold and hungry, and he lacked sleep. The inclined ground will make the sleeping person roll out unconsciously, and even fall down at any time. Tyrion was afraid that as soon as he opened his eyes, he had already fallen in the air, and the earth and rocks rushed towards his head. Many prisoners are driven crazy like this. Tyrion keeps saying "it's not me, it won't be me", but he doesn't know how long he can last.

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