Chapter 819

In a week, a month, a season, a year, Zhao Mai did not leave mount doomsday for a second. Every day, he is reading books, studying history, making notes, and doing complex operations on the ice, an operation that no one can understand. Sometimes, with the help of neural network, he gives the computing load to yuandinglong and the newly hatched ghost ship. After each such calculation, the gardener long would go and cry to Xiaohua, saying that the host bullied them, showed them something they didn't understand, and forced them to work.

Xiaohua can't understand what Zhao Mai is doing. Even if Zhao Mai passes her experience to Xiaohua in a druid way, she can't understand it. "I'm studying how two periods of history are superimposed, that is, the relationship between parallel worlds. I have to find out what's wrong with my sense of discord. " Zhao mainao scratched his head and said helplessly: "I haven't fully understood it, so the experience passed to you may not be understood."

"So you stay here all the time?"

"As long as I get close to the door and think of going out, I feel dangerous." Zhao Mai said: "you know I'm not smart. It's only by feeling that I've come to this day step by step. I believe in the feeling of grain reserves, I believe in your feeling, and I have to believe in my feeling. If you want to ask me what happened, I can't tell. I may need you to stay with me and wait for me. "

Xiaohua nodded. Now it seems that Zhao Mai is not abnormal except that he does not leave mount doomsday. Whether it's natural force or psychic power, it's also very stable. If Xiaohua wants to say something unusual, there's only one thing: Zhao Mai becomes a bit of a babbler (the word she learned from Zhao MAI), and sometimes she says something with strange logic, much like the prophet or shaman of the world of Galileo - there are memories of them in the tree of realization.

Zhao Mai equivalent to the home temporarily installed in the doomsday volcano, this is absolutely an unusual residence. The endless power of destruction and the terrible will to end everything are always around Zhao Mai. No one can sleep here. Fortunately, Zhao Mai doesn't need to sleep to recover his spirit and physical strength. He just uses the saved time to think. In this way, time went by, year after year, and twelve years later, Zhao Mai still locked himself in the doomsday volcano, looking for the results he always wanted.

Because of the function of immortality medicament, Zhao Mai, Xiao Hua and reserved grain have no change, but Aragon is different. This is his second visit to mount doomsday after he became king. His only purpose is to visit his old friend who has been locked up here for 12 years.

He was already a successful and beloved king, and Gondor and Rohan benefited from it. People's living standards have been continuously improved, and the society has been upgraded and prosperous. "You're not alone in this. The army bread has solved your food problem, and the end of the war has reduced your military expenditure, allowing you to put more strength into people's livelihood. " Zhao Mai said frankly to the king, "the orcs have settled down in the south of Mordor. They are not forced to fight by Sauron. In fact, the orcs do not have to kill other races. Xiaohua told me that they are going to fight in the arena when their hands itch, which is a way to solve the battle impulse. So if you want land south of Mordor, or continue to build castles and fortresses on the border, I advise you to save it

"You speak much harder than what you write in the letter. I don't seem to have offended you, do I?"

Zhao Mai snorted and nodded: "the elves have basically left. You can count the left hands. Frodo and they left and went with Gandalf to villino. You sent messengers to tell me all these sad news. Why don't you offend me? In this world, you can rest assured that I'm the one who doesn't have to flatter you, so you can bear it. "

"Ha ha, that's what I said." Aragorn said, "I've come to tell you something. Can you increase the production of Legion bread? I need more mouths to feed. "

"Bah," he said. My Legion bread is calculated according to your population, and the richer you are, the less Legion bread you have. I have already told you the truth. Don't you know what happened to Soren? The bread is delicious. It's over when the confession is broken. You want your Gondor to end up like that? I'll give you more. That's what matters to you. "

"Are you sure you're right?"

Zhao Mai rolled his eyes and pointed to the volcanic rock wall with his finger: "look at the things above. If you can understand what I'm thinking, even if it's close to my calculation level, I'll take all the food in your country. Over the years, I have mobilized tens of thousands of gardeners to help me share the calculation pressure. Will I miscalculate? But you, after you become a king, lack of self-improvement? "

"That's not true. Alvin can't see anyone hungry, but poverty always exists."

"Alvin, your fairy wife?" Zhao Mai scratched his head, turned his eyes up, pinched each other with his fingers, pretended for a few seconds, and then said, "I've recalculated just now, that's right. You say poverty always exists, but it's your people and you have to do your duty. The Legion bread I give you is absolutely enough. If it keeps increasing, only three things will be added: dependence, laziness and corruption. I think the third one is the most likely. You are the king. Haven't your sword killed people for a long time? Holy sword Nasir Can you show me? I haven't seen it since the recast. ""Of course. It's just that you'd better be careful. It's very sharp. " Aragorn untied the sword from his waist and handed it directly to Zhao Mai. "To tell you the truth, the elves are really good at forging. I can't see that it used to be just fragments."

Shua, the sword came out of its sheath, and the light was as cold as awn. The holy sword of Nasir was really extraordinary! Zhao Mai gently stroked the back of the sword with his hand. Suddenly he felt a pain in his finger, and he was dripping blood. "Is there something wrong with the workmanship of the sword? Is there a burr on the surface? I'm not touching the blade, just the smooth blade. Where did I cut myself? "

Zhao Mai looked at the wound of his finger, and the power of regeneration has made it heal quickly. Twelve years of problems in this moment finally put together the last piece of answer puzzle.

He sheathed the sword and returned it to Aragorn, saying, "thank you for coming to see me. I finally understand why I'm staying in this crater. The Lord of the rings is afraid of this place, just as he was afraid of the fragments of the sword of Nasir. "

"The Lord of the rings, isn't it

"That's right." Zhao Mai said, "but I am the next ring."