Game of Thrones: The Strongest Dragon Mother

Chapter 838 Identity Exposure

"How do you feel?" Imon asked with concern as he put a bowl of blood-enriching black-bone chicken and red date soup on the small table beside the bed.

The dwarf struggled to get up, sat sideways on the pillow, picked up the bowl and drank upside down, and then sighed contentedly: "After the Battle of Meereen, after half a month of hard work underground, I can finally eat normal food again. .

But I am very bad now, from time to time, there will be two opposite emotions towards the same thing. "

"How to oppose?" Aemon asked curiously.

"For example now," the dwarf pointed to the white porcelain soup bowl, "I think the saltiness is right and the taste is good, but suddenly, the other me said loudly, 'What kind of shit, why is there no sugar', and then, the third I stand up and say 'should add some Jaco Island black pepper'."

"Crack!" The dwarf slapped himself, cursing, "Seven Hells, I've never heard of Jaco Island in my life, and I don't like special spicy pepper."

"This" old Aemon has been a bachelor for almost 100 years, and he can't understand the symptoms of dwarves.

"Could it be that you were tortured into a mental illness?" His old eyes couldn't help showing pity.

"No, I have other people's memories in my brain, and those fragmentary and small memories make me have multiple personalities." The dwarf lamented.

"But you don't seem to be crazy now, and the Queen also said that you have recovered from your illness." Old Aemon said.

At this time, a week had passed since Jenny's death. The dwarf returned to the Pyramid of Meereen and was unconscious on the bed for five days.

"Those memories are incomplete, just like mixing a handful of rat droppings into a bowl of oatmeal, not one piece, but a handful!" The dwarf emphasized with his fist stretched out.

"My head is the slightly smelly pot of porridge. The rat feces have melted and mixed with the porridge. I can't separate the poop anymore!"

Old Aemon frowned in disgust, "What did Jenny do to you?"

"Alas, before she died, she forcibly activated the embryo of faith in my mind, summoning the will of Balerion to descend on me"

There was some suspicion in the dwarf's eyes, and he hesitated and said: "The queen said that Balerion wanted to take me forcibly, and the memory left in my mind is the sequelae of my fusion with his soul."

"It doesn't make sense, I am in Slaver's Bay, and the queen is standing opposite, how stupid is Bellerion to put so much power on me?

Anyway, the final result was that all of Balerion's huge soul was burned to ashes by the Queen. "

Old Aemon shook his head and said wisely: "Just because the result is not good for Balerion, you can't infer that he shouldn't do that.

Just like the Allied forces besieging Slaver's Bay, no one was optimistic about the queen at the beginning of the war. Even before the final battle of Meereen, the high-level Allied forces were full of confidence. What happened?

Hundreds of thousands of people were bloody on the battlefield, and the 10 troops under the city of Meereen were washed away by the flood, and Dany had prepared the way for the Allied forces to be defeated as early as half a year ago.

According to your logic, the Allies are so stupid, they should never have come to Slaver's Bay. "

"Well, it makes sense." The doubt in the dwarf's eyes dissipated, and he said in frustration: "Although Balerion's consciousness has been eliminated, what about the fragmentary memories left in his mind!"

This is why Dany never merges other people's thoughts and spirits.

The empowerment washes away the personal imprint on the soul, and naturally also washes away the memory. Through the empowerment to absorb the ectoplasm of the sheep egg, one cannot obtain His memory.

In her previous life, she often saw that the protagonist of a certain novel got the memory of a certain "Old Monster Nascent Soul", and then he was omnipotent in alchemy, weapon refining, and kung fu.

After coming to this world and looking back at those awesome protagonists, she couldn't help worrying about them.

After soul fusion, what should I do if I lose my personal will?

After all, others are Nascent Soul monsters, and you are just a mortal.In the competition of will, mortals are like ants to the old monster Nascent Soul.

Even if the protagonist has a halo, he successfully suppresses the will of the Nascent Soul boss and avoids the bad luck of being taken away.

But the protagonist is only in his teens, and the Nascent Soul monster is a thousand years old, just like a T hard drive, in which only a dozen gigabytes of memory data belong to the protagonist, and the rest is occupied by the monster.

Will the protagonist be affected by the memory of the boss?

Just like the gnomes are now.

Is the force of sheep eggs stronger than that of Nascent Soul?Never played, no one knows.But His will and memory must be ten or a hundred times more terrifying than Nascent Soul.

For the Egg is not alone, countless Valyrians are with him.

If Dany took the initiative to fuse with the soul of the sheep egg, he would go crazy with joy, because this was his purpose all along.

For the next two days, Aemon, Ashara, Myrcella and others all talked with the dwarf, talking about what happened in Westeros in the past, helping the dwarf to recall and deepen their memories, habits, and personality.

This is the treatment plan given by the Dragon Queen after she came back in a hurry and diagnosed the dwarf.

"The harm of messy memory is not great. In fact, our memories and habits are changed by others every moment.

For example, if you are fascinated by reading a book, you unconsciously regard yourself as the protagonist in the story, and the adventures experienced by the protagonist become part of your memory.

The protagonist likes to eat cherry crepes, and every time he describes the texture and taste very clearly, then you will try it in reality and fall in love with the ordinary cherry crepes.

What you have to do now is to distinguish your own memory from external memory fragments, clarify your own self, and downplay other people's memories into the protagonist's experience seen in the book.

In this way, you are like reading a storybook that is messy but has distinct characters.

Also, go out for a walk when you have time, don't be bored in the room and think about it.

Listening to and observing the real world, you will fade away the messy memory that is not inferior to you, just like forgetting the plot of a book you read a long time ago. "

The Dragon Queen comforted him like this, as to whether he can be completely cured?

If it was that simple to get rid of the side effects, she would have fused it herself. After all, Valyria had long been longing for the 6000-year-old secret art.

After a few days of recuperation, the dwarf got rid of the trouble of the alien memory a little bit, and began to seriously think about a question that had troubled him for a long time: Who am I?

Well, this has nothing to do with philosophy, it's purely a genetic issue.

On this day, Myrcella excitedly found her uncle, announcing the good news that she had been appointed by the queen as a court lady, and asked some questions about government affairs.

One of the problems was how to keep the maids from revealing the secrets of the Queen and the court.

Tyrion suddenly realized that there was no use in thinking hard, and asking Barristan to ask was more effective than anything else.

He found old Aemon's study, interrupted the teaching process of all the children, and asked anxiously, "Master Aemon, when will Ser Barristan come back?"

Amon was displeased, and frowned, "I'm busy right now, if you're not in a hurry, go out first and talk about it after lunch."

Tyrion was taken aback for a moment, then turned his head to look around, only to find that the study had changed drastically, and there was a room full of children sitting there.

The spacious room with clear windows is about 80 square meters, the bookshelves have been emptied, and more than [-] wooden tables are neatly arranged.

Each table is equipped with a back chair, and the two tables are placed side by side, with two childish children sitting behind them.

Up to 12 years old, there are black-skinned Summer Islanders, white-skinned Andals or Rhoynars, silver-haired Valyrians, brown-skinned almond-eyed centaurs, and creamy-white Qarths

Men and women, all colors, the dwarf was dazzled for a moment.

In just a split second, his attention was drawn away by the mixed-race centaur boy sitting in the front row and in the middle.

Silver hair, purple almond eyes, and a pretty face were not the main reasons that caught his attention. The boy had a unique temperament, and he was not domineering among the children, but Tyrion could tell at a glance that he was different from other children. People are different.

Outstanding, like a firefly in the dark.

At least in his eyes.

"What are you doing, who are they?" The dwarf frowned at the boy, who was neither shy nor afraid, and looked at him openly.

Old Aemon's heart tightened, he put the textbook in his hand on the podium, and stepped forward without a trace, pulling the dwarf out of the door: "This science class comes here first, and the next is extra-curricular reading time.

Go to the bookshelf at the back to look for books by yourself, and remember to write a review, at least [-] words, and you can have lunch after writing and handing it over to the monitor. "

"Yes, Master Aemon," the children replied cheerfully.

"What is this for?" The dwarf became more and more confused.

"I'm in class, and you rushed in without knocking on the door. It's not polite at all." Aemon said angrily.

"Class?" The dwarf said blankly, "I've only been away for more than a month, why?"

Aemon interrupted him and said, "More than a month, my course has already started for almost half a year, didn't Myrcella tell you?

She is also a student here, but she is a middle school student, and I am teaching primary school students now. "

"Middle school students, primary school students" the dwarf muttered a few words, and suddenly realized: "The queen wants to abolish the school city, and create a system of universities, middle schools, and elementary schools. Are you experimenting in Slaver's Bay?"

"more or less."

"Who are those students? Who is that round-faced pony? A half-blooded pony, the one sitting in the first row in the middle." The dwarf asked curiously.

"There are two sources of students, noble children, and civilian children with smart heads and outstanding talents. The pony man you mentioned is called Simba, and his status is not ordinary at all. Join the queen's khalasar."

Old Aemon didn't avoid talking about it, but instead gave a rough account of Simba's identity.

"That's a lion!" The dwarf sighed, "The white lion of the prairie, cultivate it well, the queen will surely have another powerful minister in the future."

"Where did you say that? He's only five years old." Old Aemon was inexplicably happy, but also very curious.

The dwarf pointed to his eyes, "My thing works very well. The boy sits among the children, just like my father standing among the nobles of the Seven Kingdoms. How eye-catching should you say?"

Aemon's old face twisted.

"What do you want me for?" He asked muffled.

The dwarf looked around, there was a long corridor, and servants and the Unsullied with their dogs walked by from time to time.

He brought the old man to his bedroom before asking solemnly, "When will Sir Barristan come back?"

"It's hard to say. He is currently stationed on Dragonstone Island, handling Westeros affairs for the queen. If there is no major change, he may not come back for a year or two."

"I want to use the magic mirror to ask him a few questions, or, Master Aemon, can you tell me the answer?" The dwarf stared at the old man and said.

Aemon's heart skipped a beat, and he vaguely guessed, "What do you want to know?"

"There's some bad rumors going on between the Mad King and my mother Joanna"

(End of this chapter)