"My father is not a traitor!" Jon stood up staggeringly, forgetting to take the sword on the table. "He is not a traitor."

Everyone hurriedly comforted him, but at this time he couldn't hear anyone's words. What he had entered his ears was just a buzzing noise. Those eager faces, those doubtful faces, uneasy faces and worried faces were all blurred and kept spinning around him, like the faces on a fish beam. The red crown was like blood, the black roots were like coal, and the white trunks were carved with big faces. He seemed to see the red sap flowing out of his eyes, the trees were crying, and the tears came out of blood. What signs were this? It must be bad, right?

One hand grabbed his wrist and pinched him to make him feel pain. Zhao Mai's voice brought the power of his mind, so he directly penetrated into his brain. This time he listened.

"I think you should go to Master Yimeng to see what was said in the letter. Tell him well and he will agree. He is a kind and wise old man."

"Okay, you're right, I need to read that letter." Jon immediately woke up a lot. He picked up the sword, called the dire wolf Bai Ling, and staggered away.

"I...I want to see him, and Bachelor Emon needs help, too." Sam pinched his nose and went there too.

The cafeteria suddenly became quiet, and everyone was calm, as if there were more than twenty "melancholy Eddie" at once. If this happened a few days ago, maybe everyone would just treat it as a story. Now, Jon has proved his courage and has become everyone's brother. What happened to the brother is definitely different from what happened to the "passerby".

"I don't think Lord Ed would do that." Glen said in a muffled voice.

"Shut up, Glen. You fool always think things wrong, so you should say he must be a traitor!"

"But that's how I think, why do I say that?"

"Because I can take the opportunity to beat you up." Hod shook his fist and then sighed again.

"What will happen to Jon? He must be dead sad." Pipp said.

"That's for sure. I've heard him talk about his father more than once. And everyone knows that Duke Ed Stark has always been a friend of our Night Watch, and most of our supplies are provided by Winterfell."

"But maybe Duke Ed will wear black clothes to Black Castle, would that be a good thing?" Glen said suddenly.

Everyone was stunned, then looked at Ge Lan and said, "Silly Niu, I didn't expect you to be smart enough to finally be smart!"

"No." Zhao Mai said suddenly. "I think don't comfort Snow with good guesses at this time, so as not to be able to bear it if the hope breaks again. You should keep a close eye on him, take care of him, and let him think about it for himself."

The melancholy Eddie nodded: "Mac is right. In the past, we were just robbers and thieves. We didn't know how to analyze the authenticity at all, nor would we comfort people, and do more mistakes. Pipp, Glen... Glen... Glen is not good, too stupid. Pipp, you and me, Sam, keep changing shifts. Recently, someone has to look at Jon."

"We will also help you pay attention." The brothers nodded to each other.

What a group of good people. Zhao Mai felt the intimate friendship between them and couldn't help but feel a little envious. He quietly got up and left the cafeteria, went outside to take a breather, dry the snow, and walk the dog.

He is not trying to pity himself, but needs to clear his mind and change his thinking. Since he let go of Tyrion, he no longer wants to intervene in the life trajectory of these people. But this is not a comfortable choice, let alone an easy one. It is human nature to hope that close people will be happy and hope that the enemy will suffer all the torture. Going to good fortune and avoiding misfortune is the most primitive and important need of living things, and the difference between closeness and alienation is the most basic manifestation of people in social life, so it is really uncomfortable to ignore these.

"He still has some brothers and friends to care about, so it should be fine." Zhao Mai thought to himself, "As long as you stop deviating again, it should be fine, right?"

Maybe I can't talk about this. I heard the vibration and ringtones in my pocket again, and finally a phone call came.

After running into the car in three or two steps, Zhao Mai connected the phone. Director Zhong's voice sounded, and for the first time Zhao Mai felt familiar and missed. "Zhao Mai, are you good over there?"

"It's pretty good. Will you please change your greeting next time? I always think of my mother."

"Okay, next time I ask you what you have eaten recently." Zhong Jianbai's tone changed, and suddenly became quite serious, and said to Zhao Mai: "We checked it and found some problems."

"Say, I'll listen."

"The channel applied to the Alliance of the Rings is indeed a low-intensity and high-stability Westeros, which has been confirmed. However, we analyzed the energy residue when we set off and believed that you might be going to a medium-intensity and medium-stability Westeros. The analysis team believes that this possibility is about 32%, but I don't know why this result is."

"Only one-third!"

"Don't underestimate this 32%. The channel of the Ring Alliance is quite accurate. Although there is no error, it is also a one-ten-billion possibility, so the probability of reaching one-third is already terrifying. By the way, can you help me recall what abnormalities were found during the departure process?"

"At this point, I remembered something. After entering the passage, the car was bumped up, as if something was pressing."

"After entering the passage? What does it feel like? Was it a little bit or twice?"

Zhao Mai recalled it, and then felt very strange: "Only one, the feeling of passing from the front wheel. If it was something, shouldn't it be two?"

"No, this is not the weird thing. If you really go to a different world, then the change should have happened before the time tunnel is opened. However, we will also pay attention to the situation you mentioned. Maybe the Alliance of the Rings can help us find the answer."

"I'm really troubled you. Do you need to spend money? I still have some gold coins for fate."

"We never spend money when we complain." Zhong Jianbai smiled and said, "This is the benefit of having saints on earth."

"Old man is mighty!" Zhao Mai continued the previous topic: "If it is moderate intensity and moderate stability, will there be any problem? Do I need to go to Captain Liu Su and the others and send them back?"

"No. We did the worst analysis and believed that such changes would not have a big impact on them. Bravos' iron vault is far from the vortex of Westeros and will not be affected much. However, there are so many people that you have to be careful: Tyrion, Daenerys, Jon. According to your current timeline, be careful of all the children of the Stark family. Never be with two or more guys at the same time, otherwise it will easily cause fluctuations."

"Jon and I are in Black Castle!" Zhao Mai said.

"Wait a minute, I'll ask the analysis team to calculate it for me. By the way, why are you doing in such a icy and snowy place? And there are all men. I see your information, you should be a straight man!"

"Get out! Don't always think so wrong. I'm trying to find a way out of seclusion and go to the ice field to find the three-eyed crow. By the way, if possible, I'll also help me analyze where the three-eyed crow lives. If I look for it according to the fluctuations of strength, I'm probably exhausted."

"Crack! Don't do such dangerous things? Alas..." Zhong Jianbai said: "From our past experience, persuasion cannot persuade you. I can only say that if you encounter danger, don't show off and come back quickly. The world without saints is not real, don't lose your life for a dream."

"Well, thank you for your reminder, I will remember it." Zhao Mai smiled. Someone cared about him, just like Jon.

"Okay, the analysis team gave me a report, that's it, remember it. 1. Jon must always be a night watcher; 2. He must not return to Winterfell as a night watcher. The more he goes south, the more he is, the more he is, the more he goes north, the more he is. Remember, don't let him leave the night watcher. If he leaves, then you must leave as quickly as possible."

"It should be very easy to deal with. At worst, I'll just break his legs."

"The key is not the legs, it is the heart." Zhong Jianbai said: "Human heart is the most difficult thing to grasp, and human heart is the foundation of the stability of the world. The three-eyed crow may be more difficult, and I want to call you later. By the way, we have monitored your phone number, and your sister has called you. Do we need us to check the situation? I guarantee that we will not disturb her."

"Thank you, thank you very much." Zhao Mai said sincerely.

The call was not long, but it greatly relieved Zhao Mai's mood. Although it was a bit stingy about the "warmth of the organization", it did make him feel cared for. Compared to this, the other news brought by Zhong Jianbai is not so terrible. Even if the one-third chance of medium intensity and medium stability is hit, what if Zhao Mai believes that one day he will go to a world without intensity and stability restrictions, a world where he has no idea of ​​the "plot". This is like watching a performance. If you watch too many things and like them, you will have to perform freely one day.

The important thing now is to lay a solid foundation. Start by learning other people's experiences and knowledge and gradually develop your own things, so that you can live a truly free person.

He took out the heart of the ghoul and watered it with the natural force so that it could continue to exert its power so that it could better observe and study it. Perhaps because of the good mood, Zhao Mai had a sudden idea to combine the skill of summoning the Spirit Crystal servants in the psychic supernatural skills with the cold power of the natural force.

Maybe he could summon the ice and snow elves? Although he thought so, he failed without surprise. But just as he finished posting the book, he suddenly found that the failed spell was beating at the same frequency as the ghoul's heart. He changed the fluctuations of the spell, and the pulse of the heart also changed.

This was indeed an unexpected discovery! He had always wondered what the power to control the activity of a corpse ghoul was. He was certainly not a natural force, because his heart had been removed, but the head was still moving as usual, which was no different from before. The cut-off and separated hands and feet also had the same phenomenon.

Since it is not the "purpose" given by the heart, how do they fight under control? The White Walker can "resurrect" thousands of corpses into White Walkers with just raising their hand, and then take them to fight continuously. The communication method among them has always been a mystery.
Chapter completed!