Chapter 838
"How do you feel?" Aemon asked with concern, placing a bowl of black chicken and red dates soup that nourishes blood and qi on the small table by the bed.
dwarf struggled to get up, sat sideways on the pillow, took a bowl of rustling sound and drank it upside down before sighing contentedly: "After the battle of Meereen, I spent half a month in the ground, I'm finally eating normal food again.
But I'm in a bad mood now, and from time to time, two opposite emotions will appear towards the same thing."
"How to oppose? "Aemon said curiously.
"Like now," dwarf pointed to the white porcelain soup bowl, "I think it's salty and bland, and it tastes good, but suddenly, another one of me said loudly, 'What shit is this, why not put sugar in it? ', and then the third I came out and retorted 'Should add some Jiik Island black pepper'."
"pa!" dwarf snorted oneself and cursed: "Seven Hells I've never heard of Jiik Island in my life, and I don't like to eat special spicy peppers."
"This...." Old Aemon has been a Maester for almost a hundred years, and he can't do it. Understand the symptoms of dwarf.
"Are you tortured into a mental illness?" He couldn't help showing a look of pity in his old eyes.
"No, I have other people's memories in my head, and those little bits and pieces give me multiple personalities," lamented dwarf.
"But you don't seem to be crazy now, and the Queen also said that you are cured." Old Aemon said.
A week after Jaen's death, dwarf returned to the Meereen Pyramid and was in a coma for five days. He just woke up the day before yesterday and was barely able to get down today.
"Those memories are incomplete, like a handful of rat shit mixed in a bowl of oatmeal, not one, but a handful!" dwarf emphasized with his fist out.
"My head is the slightly stinky pot of porridge. The mouse feces have been dissolved and mixed with the porridge. The feces can no longer be separated out!"
Old Aemon is somewhat Frowning in disgust, "What did Jaen do to you?"
"Ai, she forcibly activated the embryo of faith in my mind before she died, and the will of summon Balerion came upon me... ."
Dwarf had some doubts in his eyes, and hesitantly said: "The Queen said that Balerion would forcibly pose me, and the memory left in my mind is the repercussions of the fusion between me and his Soul."
"It doesn't make sense. I'm in Slaver's Bay, and the Queen is standing opposite. How stupid is Balerion to put so much power on me?
Anyway, the final result is that Balerion's huge The divine soul was burnt to ashes by the Queen."
Old Aemon shook his head and said wisely: "You can't infer that Balerion shouldn't do that just because the result is not good for him.
Just Like the Allied siege of Slaver's Bay, in the Early-Stage war, no one is optimistic about the Queen, and even before the great decisive battle of Meereen, the high-level Allied forces are full of confidence. The result? , Meereen's 100,000 armies were washed away by a wave of floods, and Dany prepared the way for the Allies to fail as early as half a year ago.
According to your logic, the Allies are stupid, they You shouldn't come to Slaver's Bay at all."
"Well, that makes sense." The doubt in dwarf's eyes dissipated, and he said in frustration, "Although Balerion's consciousness has been removed, the fragmentary memory that remains in his mind can be ignored. What to do!"
That's why Dany never incorporates other people's thoughts, dive souls.
Bestowing Spirit washes away the personal imprint on Soul, and naturally washes away the memory, and absorbs the Sheep Balls esoteric through Bestowing Spirit, and cannot get his memory.
In her past life, she often saw that the protagonist of a novel got the memory of a "Primal Infant Old Monster", and then pill concocting, refining, and practicing were omnipotent, and all kinds of acting cool slapped her in the face. very happy.
When she came to this world and looked back at those awesome protagonists, she couldn't help worrying about them.
What should I do if I lose my personal will after Soul fusion?
After all, others are Primal Infant Old Monster, you are just a mortal. In the contest of wills, mortals are ants to Primal Infant Old Monster.
Even if the protagonist has a halo, he successfully suppresses the will of the Primal Infant Old Monster and avoids the bad luck of being possession.
But the protagonist is only ten years old, Primal Infant Old Monster is a thousand years old, like a T hard drive, of which only a dozen gigabytes of memory data belong to the protagonist, and the rest are all occupied by the old monster.
Will the protagonist be affected by the old monster's memory?
Just like dwarf is now.
Is the martial power of Sheep Balls stronger than Primal Infant Old Monster? Never played, no one knows. But his will and memory must be ten times, a hundred times more than Primal Infant Old Monster terrifying.
Because Sheep Balls is not alone, countless Valyrians are with him.
If Dany takes the initiative to merge with Sheep Balls Soul, he'll go crazy with joy, because that's what he's aiming for until now.
......
Two days later, Aemon, Ashara, Myrcella and the others accompanied dwarf to talk about what happened in Westeros in the past, and to help dwarf remember and Deepen past memories, habits, and character.
This is the treatment plan given by the Dragon Queen after a hasty return for a diagnosis of dwarf.
“The harm of messy memory is not great. In fact, our memories and habits are changed by other people every moment. The protagonist in the story, and the adventures the protagonist experiences become part of your memory.
The protagonist likes to eat cherry crepes, and every time he describes the texture and taste very clearly, and then you will try it in reality , and fell in love with the ordinary cherry crepe.
What you need to do now is to distinguish between oneself's memory and foreign memory fragments, clarify the self, and dilute the memory of others into what you see in the book The experience of the protagonist.
In this way, you are like reading a storybook with a messy but distinct character.
Also, go out for a walk when you have time, don't be bored Thinking about it in the house.
Listen to and observe the real world, you will fade away the messy memory as much as you like forgetting the plot of the book you read a long time ago."
Dragon Queen comforted him like this, as to whether it can be completely cured...
If it is so simple to get rid of the side effects, she will fuse oneself. After all, Valyria inherited six thousand years of secret magic , she longed for.
After a few days of recuperation, dwarf got rid of the alien memory and began to seriously think about a question that has troubled him for a long time: Who am I?
Well, this has nothing to do with philosophy, it's purely a matter of genetics.
On this day, Myrcella excitedly found her uncle, announced the good news that oneself was appointed by the Queen as a court lady, and asked some questions about government affairs.
One of the problems is how to ensure that the maid does not reveal the secrets of the Queen and the court.
Tyrion suddenly realized, oneself think long and hard has a fart, find Barristan and ask, it is more effective than anything.
He found old Aemon's study, interrupted the teaching process of all the children, and anxiously asked: "Aemon master, when will Ser Barristan come back?"
Aemon was displeased, frowned: "I'm busy right now. If you're not in a hurry, go out first and wait until lunch."
Tyrion was stunned for a moment, then turned to look around, only to find that the study room had changed a lot, and there was a room full of children.
The spacious room with bright windows and clear windows is about 80 square meters. The bookshelves have been emptied, and more than 30 wooden tables are neatly arranged.
Each table is equipped with a back chair, and the two tables are side by side, with two childish children sitting behind them.
Maximum 12 years old, black-skinned Summer Isles, white-skinned Andal or Rhoynar, silver-haired Valyrian, tan-skinned almond-eyed horse men, milky-white Qartheen...
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Men and women, all kinds of colors, saw dwarf for a moment dwarfed.
In just a split second, his attention was drawn away by the mixed-race horse men boy sitting in the front row, in the middle.
Silver hair, purple almond eyes, and beautiful face are not the main reasons for capturing his mind. There is a unique temperament in the boy. Among the children.... There is no king Domineering, but Tyrion can see at a glance that he is different from the others.
Outstanding, like a firefly in the dark night.
At least in his eyes.
"What are you doing, who are they?" dwarf stared at the boy, who was neither shy nor afraid, and looked at him generously.
Old Aemon was nervous, put the textbook in his hand on the podium, took a step forward without a trace and pulled dwarf out of the door: "This nature class is here first, and then it's time for extracurricular reading.
oneself go to the back shelf to look for books to read, remember to write down after reading, at least 300 words, you can have lunch after you finish writing and hand it to the monitor."
"Got it, Aemon master." The children answered cheerfully.
"What's this for?" dwarf wondered more and more.
"I'm in class, and you rush in without knocking on the door. It's not polite at all." Aemon said angrily.
"Class?" dwarf said blankly: "I've only been away for more than a month, why..."
Aemon interrupted him: "More than a month, I It's been almost half a year since Myrcella's course started, and Myrcella didn't tell you?
She is also a student here, but she is a middle school student, and I'm teaching elementary school students now."
"The middle school student , elementary school students..." dwarf said a few words, and suddenly realized: "Queen wants to abolish Citadel and create a system of primary, secondary and primary schools, and you will experiment in Slaver's Bay?"
"Almost Right."
"Who are those students, who is that little horse men with round faces? Half-race horse men, the one in the first row in the middle." dwarf said curiously.
“There are two sources of students, noble children, and commoner children with smart brains and outstanding innate talent. The little horse man you mentioned is called Simba, and his identity is not ordinary at all. Therefore, the son of Khal, join the Queen's Khalasar with the tribe."
Old Aemon did not avoid talking, but serene said Simba's identity roughly.
"That's a lion!" dwarf sighed: "Prairie white lion, cultivate it well, Queen will have a strong general in the future."
"Where do you say this? Speaking of? He's only five years old." Old Aemon was inexplicably happy, but also very curious.
dwarf pointed to oneself's eyes, "I'm good at this stuff. That kid sits among the children, just like my dad stands among the Seven Kingdoms nobles, you say, How striking?"
Aemon's old face twisted.
"What are you doing to me?" he asked in a muffled voice.
dwarf look left and right, it's a long corridor, and here and there are servants and Unsullied with the dog walking by.
He took the old man to oneself's bedroom and said solemnly: "When will Ser Barristan come back?"
"It's hard to say, he is currently stationed at Dragonstone, handling Westeros affairs for Queen, There's no big change, maybe will not come back in a year or two."
"I want to use Magic Mirror to ask him a few questions, or, Aemon master, can you tell me the answer too?" dwarf stared at the old man road.
Aemon's heart skipped a beat, vaguely guessing, "What do you want to know?"
"There are some really bad rumors between Mad King and my mother Joanna... .”