Although Master Yimeng's eyes are blind, his heart is open! He can hear emotions from everyone's voice and can dig out the deep thoughts in his heart. Even if he deliberately hides them, it is useless. In addition, he is knowledgeable, knowledgeable, and proficient in human relationships and worldly affairs, so Zhao Mai once thought that Master Yimeng knew the supernatural powers of his mind, and was still the master-level ability to see through people's hearts.

There was always a quiet smile on his face: the slightly upturned corner of his mouth, his eyes closed in a slit, and the wrinkles on his forehead were stretched. He liked to bask in the sun the most, saying that he liked to feel the hot touch, it was said that the dragon was so hot. So, after a while after the sun came out, he asked Zhao Mai to move him to the window, bask in the sun, and rock on the chair.

"You can just read the books here casually, but remember to put them back in place. I can't see them when I put them around, and if you put them randomly, I won't find them." The old man sniffed, then raised his dry hand and waved. "Oh, why is it beet soup again today? I haven't seen him make progress after eating them for so many years."

Upon hearing this, Zhao Mai put down the book in his hand, took out the purple gold gourd, and poured out a golden elixir from it. "Master Yimeng, I will give you a snack, sugar beans!"

The old man pointed to his open mouth and asked Zhao Mai to put it in without any worries about being poisoned. The golden elixir melted in his mouth, and the sweet smell filled his mouth. The old man breathed a long sigh of relief, "Well, this is the good taste."

"Just be happy." Zhao Mai thought the oil lamp was too dark, so he twisted it out with his fingers, then blew a breath into his palm, and used his spiritual power to create a luminous floating ball. This way, he could not smoke his eyes, but also see the words in the book more clearly.

He is reading a book called "The Faith of the ancestors", which tells the story of the ancestors who came to Westeros through a bridge formed by trees under the sea. How they deal with the sons of the forest, how they learn faith from them, and how they get along with nature. What is rare is that the writing of the book is vivid and interesting, and it is not boring to read.

The collection of books in Black Castle is ten times that of Eagle Nest City, and many books have a history of thousands of years. The weather here is very cold, and no insects eat and rats. The long-standing night watchmen have lived here. Black Castle has never been broken, so there will be no harm from war. Generations of time gathered together, making this place an ocean of knowledge.

Zhao Mai selected some books to read from, mainly records about magic, dragons, and runes in ancient times. The words used in them are different from those commonly used in Westeros now, but with the help of the "readable, listenable, and speakable" language knowledge tool, he could understand the meaning in them smoothly. Master Yimeng didn't know this, and he thought he had been reading historical records left in modern times.

Another main direction of reading is medical skills, or research on the human body. This is not Zhao Mai's major. He only listens and reads (mainly reads on the Internet) "medical skills". They can be used to chat as a topic, and they are used to treat diseases, which is to kill people... Master Yimeng's medical skills cannot keep up with the ability of modern medical care, but there is no problem with them for enlightenment.

Especially in the treatment of trauma, frostbite and cold diseases, it is very effective in combination with Westeros’s animals, plants, minerals, and some of the prescriptions of Master Yimon. No one’s wisdom can be underestimated, even if their food is extremely poor...

"You eat this all day?" Zhao Mai thought that the bowl of soup was OK no matter how he looked at his bowl of soup. It was said that there were potatoes, beets, lamb, and cheese, but Zhao Mai could not distinguish them from the appearance. After a bite, it was not possible to taste it. It is said that the highest level of the canteen was to stir-fry all the dishes into one taste, but it did not say that it could destroy the basic structure of the substance, and even the appearance became the same?

"Sam hasn't come back. This one is for Master Emon. You can bring it over while it's hot." Gregory, who was chewing tobacco in his mouth, was already immune to everyone's complaints, and waved his hand to drive Zhao Mai away. "Next!" he shouted.

Master Yimeng’s dinner was much more refined. At least Zhao Mai saw that it was pumpkin chicken porridge, which was both good in appearance and taste. This shows that they had the ability to cook well, so why did they cook it so that they could not tell anything and taste nothing?

On the way, he met General Affairs Chief Powen Malsi, and Zhao Mai raised this question. Sir Malsi was a little embarrassed, but he still replied: "Sometimes, the supply is not sufficient, and everyone does not need to know what they are eating, but it is better."

Zhao Mai was solemnly respectful. The terrifying canteen actually had this effect. Ma Wen's face turned red and said to Zhao Mai: "I went to see Master Yimeng before, and he praised you very much. He said there was a letter from Junlin, asking me to ask you for it."

"Oh, no problem." Zhao Mai took out the letter he carried with him and handed it to him. "Originally, Master Yimeng asked me to wait for the commander-in-chief to come back and hand it to him."

"The situation has changed. I happened to come to Master Yimeng to report this matter."

"Can you tell me?"

Bo Wen thought for a while and said, "Anyway, you live here, it's almost done if you are not a night watchman. Sooner or later, you will know it, so it's okay to tell you. But no matter what news, just listen to it, don't spread it."

"I just pretend that my ears have only grown and my mouth is frozen." Zhao Mai agreed.

"The young man who went to the other side of the Great Wall to take the oath, found the body, belonging to the few Ranger brothers who were missing. Before you came, it would take about half a year before the chief Rangers squad, Yang Stark, took eight brothers to the north to investigate, but he never returned. Now it seems that the bodies of three of them were found, right in the Heart Shulin. The commander took people to check the situation. I just received the message from there, saying that the body was in a strange state and was preparing to let Master Yimeng see it too."

"I can take Master Yimeng to the Great Wall."

"How can you let the master work hard?" Bowen frowned and shook his head: "The commander will bring the body back."

"Okay..." Zhao Mai's plan failed again. "By the way, why don't you look at what was said in the letter?"

"What's the matter?" Bowen opened the rolled up letter paper, and after looking at two lines, his face turned red as if it was boiling, and his eyes were wide and round, almost jumping out of his eye sockets: "I'll just go! This is...this is going to happen! I have to go there and wait for the commander-in-chief, the sooner he can know, the better."

"Can I go with you?" Zhao Mai said: "I also want to see the commander's expression."

"I think beautifully!" Bowen pointed to the bowl in Zhao Mai's hand and said angrily: "Hurry up and send the meal to Master Yimeng, don't think of running around!"
Chapter completed!