"How do you feel?" Yimont placed a bowl of black chicken and red date soup on the bedside table and asked with concern.
The dwarf struggled to get up and sat sideways on the pillow. He picked up the bowl and gulped it down before sighing in satisfaction. "After the battle of Meereen, I've been suffering underground for half a month. Finally, I can eat normal food again.
But I'm not feeling well now. From time to time, I'll have two opposing feelings for the same thing. "
"How so?" Yimont asked curiously.
"For example, now." The dwarf pointed at the white porcelain bowl. "I think it's salty and light, and it tastes good. But suddenly, another me says, 'What kind of sh * t is this? Why don't you add sugar?' Then, a third me stands up and says, 'You should add some black pepper from Coco Island.'"
* Smack! * The dwarf slapped himself and cursed. "Seven levels of hell. I've never heard of Coco Island in my life. I don't even like spicy pepper."
"This …" Old Yimont had been a scholar for almost a hundred years, but he still could not understand the dwarf's symptoms.
"Have you been tortured to the point of mental illness?" His old eyes could not help but show pity.
"No, I have other people's memories in my brain. Those fragmented memories made me have multiple personalities," the dwarf lamented.
"But you don't seem to be crazy now. The queen also said that you've recovered," Old Yimont said.
It had been a week since Jenny's death. The dwarf returned to the Meereen pyramid and was unconscious for five days. He had just woken up the day before yesterday and could barely get up today.
"Those memories are not complete. It's like a bowl of oatmeal with a handful of rat feces mixed in. Not just one, but a handful!" The dwarf emphasized with a raised fist.
"My head is that pot of slightly smelly porridge. The rat feces have melted and mixed with the porridge. I can't separate the feces anymore!"
Old Yimont frowned in disgust. "What did Jenny do to you?"
"Sigh, before she died, she forcefully activated the fetus of faith in my mind and summoned Bellerion's will to descend upon me …"
There was some doubt in the dwarf's eyes. He said hesitantly, "The Queen said that Bellerion wanted to take over my body by force. The memories left in my mind are the aftermath of the fusion of my soul and his."
"That doesn't make sense. I'm in Slaver's Bay, and the Queen is standing right in front of me. How stupid would Bellerion be to place so much power on me?
Anyway, in the end, Bellerion's enormous soul was burned to ashes by the Queen. "
Old Yimont shook his head and said wisely, "You can't infer that Bellerion shouldn't have done that just because the outcome was disadvantageous to him.
Just like when the Allied Army besieged Slavers' Bay, in the early stages of the war, no one was optimistic about the Queen. Even before the great battle of Meereen, the Allied Army was full of confidence, but in the end?
Hundreds of thousands of people were killed on the battlefield, and a hundred thousand soldiers were destroyed by the flood. Danny had already prepared for the defeat of the alliance half a year ago.
According to your logic, the Alliance is too stupid. They shouldn't have come to Slaver's Bay. "
"Hmm, that makes sense." The suspicion in the dwarf's eyes disappeared, and he said dejectedly, "Although Bellerion's consciousness has been removed, what about the fragmented memories left in his mind?"
This was the reason why Danny never fused with other people's thoughts and souls.
Spiritual Bestowment washed away the personal imprint on the soul, and naturally also washed away the memories. Through Spiritual Bestowment, one could not obtain his memories.
In her previous life, she often saw the main character of a novel get the memories of a "Nascent Soul old monster", and then do everything in alchemy, refining weapons, and practicing martial arts. She was very happy to see all kinds of face slapping.
After coming to this world and looking back at those awesome main characters again, she couldn't help but worry for them.
After the soul was fused, what would happen if they lost their personal will?
After all, the other person was a Nascent Soul old monster, and you were just a mortal. In a battle of wills, mortals were like ants to Nascent Soul old monsters.
Even if the main character had a halo and successfully suppressed the will of the Nascent Soul old monster, avoiding the misfortune of being possessed.
But the main character was only in his teens, and the Nascent Soul old monster was a thousand years old. It was like a hard drive of T. Only a dozen or so gigabytes of memory data belonged to the main character, and the rest was occupied by the old monster.
Would the main character be affected by the old monster's memories?
Just like how the dwarf was now.
Was the sheep egg as strong as a Nascent Soul old monster? No one knew if they hadn't fought. But his will and memories must be ten times, a hundred times more terrifying than a Nascent Soul old monster.
Because the sheep egg was not alone, and countless Valleglia were with him.
If Danny took the initiative to fuse with the sheep egg's soul, he would go crazy with joy, because this was his goal all along.
.....
For the next two days, Yimont, Ashara, Messai, and the others accompanied the dwarf to talk about the things that happened in the Westeros in the past, helping the dwarf recall and deepen his memories, habits, and personality.
This was the treatment plan that the Dragon Queen came up with after diagnosing the dwarf when she came back in a hurry.
"The harm of messy memories isn't great. Actually, our memories and habits are changed by others at every moment.
For example, when you're obsessed with reading, you unconsciously think of yourself as the main character in the story, and the adventures of the main character become part of your memory.
The main character likes to eat cherry crepe, and every time, he describes the texture and taste extremely clearly. Then, you'll try it in reality and fall in love with the cherry crepe that originally felt ordinary.
What you need to do now is to distinguish your own memory from the memory fragments of the external world, and clarify yourself, and fade the memories of others into the experiences of the main character in the book.
This way, you'll feel like you're reading a messy storybook with clear characters.
Also, go out more often when you're free, don't stay in your room and let your imagination run wild.
Listen and observe the real world, you'll feel like you've forgotten the plot of the book you've read a long time ago, and fade away the messy memories that aren't inferior to yours. “
The Dragon Queen comforted him like this. As for whether it could be completely cured …
If it was that easy to get rid of the side effects, she would have fused with it herself. After all, she had longed for the secret technique that had been passed down in Valleglia for six thousand years.
After a few days of recuperation, the dwarf got rid of the trouble of the strange memories, and began to seriously think about a question that had been bothering him for a long time: Who am I?
Er, this had nothing to do with philosophy, it was purely a genetic question.
On this day, Messiah excitedly found her uncle and announced the good news that she had been appointed as a court lady by the Queen, and asked some questions about government affairs.
One of the questions was how to ensure that the maid wouldn't reveal the secrets of the Queen and the court.
Tyrion suddenly realized that it was useless for him to think so hard. Finding Barristan and asking him was more effective than anything else.
He found Old Yimont's study, interrupted the teaching process of the children, and asked anxiously, "Master Yimont, when will Sir Barristan return?"
Yimont was displeased, and frowned, "I'm busy now, if you're not in a hurry, go out first, and we'll talk about it during lunch."
Tyrion was stunned, and looked around, only to find that the study had changed greatly, and there was a room full of children sitting in it.
The spacious room with bright windows was about eighty square meters, the bookshelves were cleared, and there were about thirty wooden tables neatly arranged.
Each table was accompanied by an armchair. The two tables were placed side by side, and behind them sat two childish children.
The oldest was no older than twelve years old, and there were dark-skinned Midsummer Islanders, white-skinned Andals or Loynars, silver-haired Valleglia, brown-skinned Centaurs with almond-eyes, milky-white Queers …
There were men and women of various colors, and the dwarf was dazzled for a moment.
But in just a moment, his attention was attracted by the half-blood Centaur boy sitting in the middle of the front row.
Silver hair, purple almond-shaped eyes, and a beautiful face were not the main things that captured Tyrion's attention. The boy had a unique temperament. Among the other children … he did not have the aura of a king, but Tyrion could tell at a glance that he was different from the others.
He stood out, like a firefly in the dark night.
At least, that was the case in his eyes.
"What are you doing, who are they?" The dwarf frowned as he looked at the boy, the boy was neither shy nor afraid, and openly looked back at him.
Old Yimont's heart skipped a beat, he put the textbook in his hand on the podium, took a step forward, and pulled the dwarf out of the door, "This nature class will end here, next is the extracurricular reading time.
Go to the bookshelves behind and look for a book to read, remember to write a review, at least three hundred words, and hand it to the class monitor after you finish it, then you can have lunch. "
"Got it, Master Yimont," the children replied cheerfully.
"What are you doing?" The dwarf was even more puzzled.
"I'm in class, you didn't even knock before barging in, no manners at all," Yimont said angrily.
"Class?" The dwarf said blankly, "I've only been away for a month, why …"
Yimont interrupted him and said, "It's not just a month, my class has been going on for almost half a year, didn't Messai tell you?
She's also a student here, but she's a middle school student, I'm teaching elementary school students now. "
"Middle school students, elementary school students …" The dwarf muttered a few words, and suddenly realized, "The Queen wants to abolish the City of Learning, and create a middle school, middle school, and elementary school system, you're experimenting at Slave Bay?"
"Something like that."
"Who are those students, and who's that round-faced centaur? A centaur of mixed blood, the one sitting in the first row in the middle, "the dwarf said curiously.
"There are two types of students, noble children and smart, talented commoner children. The centaur you're talking about is called Simba, he's not an ordinary person, he's the son of the late Khal, and he joined the Queen's Khalasar along with his tribe. "
Old Yimont did not avoid the topic, instead, he explained Simba's identity in a casual manner.
"That's a lion!" The dwarf sighed, "A white lion of the grasslands, nurtured well, the Queen will definitely have another powerful general in the future."
"Why do you say that? He's only five years old. "Old Yimont was inexplicably happy, but he was also very curious.
The dwarf pointed at his eyes, "This thing of mine is very useful. That kid sitting among the children is like my father standing among the nobles of the Seven Kingdoms. Tell me, how eye-catching would that be? "
Yimont's old face twisted.
"Why are you looking for me?" he asked in a muffled voice.
The dwarf looked around, they were in a long corridor, and from time to time, servants and Unsullied with dogs walked past.
He brought the old man to his bedroom, and said with a serious expression, "When will Sir Barristan be back?"
"It's hard to say, he's now stationed at Dragonstone Island, handling Westeros affairs for the Queen. Without any major changes, he might not be back for a year or two."
"I want to use the magic mirror to ask him a few questions, or, Master Yimont, can you also tell me the answer?" The dwarf stared at the old man and said.
Yimont's heart skipped a beat, he had a vague guess, "What do you want to know?"
"There are some terrible rumors between the Mad King and my mother Joanna …"
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