Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 82 82. The Whistle

The bad news for Mentos was terrible.

Finding useful memories from the 1-year-long memory is a stupid act of finding a needle in a haystack no matter how you look at it.

But if you want to make the strengthening surgery complete, you have to go on like this.

And considering Mentos' estimate, if Lan En wants to receive memories, he must also consider the stability of his personality and the capacity of his brain.

That is even more indispensable to recuperate time.

In other words, even if all the hundreds of years of the demon hunter's death were used in "Memory Exploration", it would probably be a drop in the bucket.

Lan En, who got the good news and then got the bad news, first nodded at Alia to comfort the panicked little girl.

After a moment of silence, the brain was running and thinking.

Only then did I have another conversation with Mentos in my mind.

"Ask a question first, Mentos."

"Please speak."

"The People's Federation Education Law stipulates what children must learn and what they cannot learn?"

The tone of the biological brain froze, as if he didn't expect Lan En to ask such a question.

But it has always been deeply embedded in the regulations of the education law in its own underlying system.

So the answer is very fluent now.

"The People's Federation Education Law stipulates some compulsory subjects, and some illegal knowledge that is forbidden to be disseminated. The specific catalog is here."

A series of directories refreshed on Lan En's retina, like a waterfall of data.

The human eye can't react at all.

Lan En pinched the bridge of his nose and said helplessly.

"Let's just ask, Mentos. Are [Battle] and [Biochemical Knowledge] considered items that can be learned? Can the academic achievements obtained in these two items become the basis for me to conduct academic examinations and further enhance the authority of the biological intelligence brain?" Credentials?"

Lane's idea is simple.

The subjects of body enhancement surgery are generally soldiers, so there must be no shortage of memories about [battle].

And because of the inherent characteristics of this gene seed, [biochemical knowledge] has also been carried forward in various generations of space fighters, and it is also its own goal.

Take something from the 1-year-old sea of ​​memory and use it as learning material.

Then pass the academic proficiency test, obtain advanced intellectual brain authority, and open up more computing power limits, until Mentos has the ability to make messy memories into a retrieval search engine.

Then you can learn, test and upgrade more efficiently.
Isn't there a virtuous circle here!
"woo"

Even when the computing power is largely occupied, Mentos's voice can still be heard a trace of astonishment.

This BUG probably won't be able to get stuck on it.

"The [Battle] project is a project of the People's Union Military Academy, and it will not be open if the brain is not connected to the military academy. [Biochemical Knowledge] is classified under the Ministry of Medicine and Science Development, and it will not be open without registration."

The "registration" here, in the environment of the National People's Congress network, may be done with a check mark and a notification.

But for Lan En?If you give me a local area network, I can have fun for a lifetime!

But if you have an active mind, you can play with an active mind.

Lan En: "[Battle] is controlled, which is normal. But what about [spectacular battle], or [ritual battle]?"

Looking at the appearance of the space soldier in the memory just now, Lan En doesn't believe it at all when you say that he can't watch sexual battles.

That guy has practiced "beauty" in his bones!
And according to what I just learned today, the genetic characteristics of the gene seeds, most of the legion named [Emperor's Sons] should be masters of combat art!

Mentos: ".These two items are more often classified as sub-items of [Performance] or [Etiquette], and they are indeed not bound."

"Then, my current intellectual brain operation mode is [Alien Survival], in a dangerous and unfamiliar alien environment, through extremely high talent self-study [biochemical knowledge], to ensure my own survival and development. This situation in human Is that unacceptable?"

Mentos was silent for a while, as if he was looking for the relevant bills of the Education Law in his logic.

".【Alien Survival Mode】Successfully surpassed the regulations on restricted dissemination of knowledge stipulated in Subparagraph 70 of Article [-] of Education Law No.[-], and the learning authority of 【Biochemical Knowledge】is open to the subject."

For some reason, Lan En felt a toothache in the voice of a biological intelligence.

I guess this must be an illusion.

Well, the study countermeasures for a long time to come have been sorted out.

And there is a reasonable explanation for my current urge to improve myself to perfection.

For the implantation of gene seeds, it can be regarded as a satisfactory conclusion.

The gene seed has only been installed in the body for less than an hour, and the increase in the resistance to poison is already so outrageous.

Lan En felt that as the time for the gene seeds to adapt to the body increased, even if no other enhanced organs had been implanted, his body should undergo more powerful changes.

For example, the amount of magic power reserves in the body.

The magic reserve of a witcher is different from that of a warlock, mainly depending on the strength of his body.

Except for the Griffin School, most of the schools do not have the magic power reserve to release the seal twice in a row.

Just like Lane's overdraft last time.

And now, although it's only been less than an hour, Lan En has a feeling that his magic power is recovering.

This feeling is generally produced after using the seal.

And he hasn't used magic for a long time.

This is the nascent magic filling the ceiling of ascension.

The changes brought about by gene seeds to the body have yet to be observed for a long time.

But first, Lane was going to tidy up the room.

"Hu-Alia, come and give me a hand."

Lan En breathed a sigh of relief. A goal was achieved through hard work and struggle. This sense of accomplishment is intoxicating.

He got up from the bed and handed the broom placed in the corner to the little girl.

He then began to gather his surgical equipment and the hotel furniture that he had moved away.

He didn't forget the reason why he ran out of Arethusa and came to Yinlu Tavern for gene seed implantation.

He doesn't want to be noticed.

The blood on the ground was not too big, because [Swallow] stopped the bleeding in time, and Lan En planned to go down to order some oily dishes later.

Come back and pour oil on the blood to blur it, and then spread dust and carpet.

The same is true for the roof, but the bed can only pay a little more cleaning fee, and tell the boss that I accidentally scratched my hand.

"You followed our plan, didn't you, Alicia? Very well, is there anything unusual downstairs?"

While moving the furniture, Lan asked Alicia if she was attracting attention.

Although the little girl was born in a noble family, she did not hesitate to work.

The broom is dancing fast.

"Ahem! No, nothing. As you said, this is just an ordinary day in Yinlu Tavern. No one knows that there will be a witcher doing mysterious alchemy upstairs on this ordinary day. technique."

"Being mediocre is a better cover than staying away from people when leaving no trace."

Lan En reiterated his opinion to the girl.

In the preparations for the implantation of the gene seeds, the thing that I put the most effort into and left the most traces of was the potion.

But even in Arethusa, Lan En completely seemed to be preparing potions for future battles.

Not long after, the hotel room has completely recovered except for the smell of blood.

The blood and smell on the bedding can also be explained by Lan En's bloody hands.

Both the witcher and the little girl relaxed.

"Everyone in the hotel is behaving normally? Including the team of Skellige guards?"

To be cautious, Lan En confirmed to the little girl again.

Alicia nodded naturally in the first half of the sentence.

"Everyone was normal, and the bartender who told a good story gave me a beer with butter and caramel. With the meal that came with it, I was full. But."

When he said this, Lan En nodded casually, and at the next moment, the girl's words made those amber cat eyes suddenly shrink into a line!

"Where is Skelliger? This is just a tavern, how can there be guards? Isn't it a rogue thug?"

what are you saying.? !
No guards? !
Before Lan En could escape from the sudden confusion of thoughts, a melodious and mysterious whistle came from the corridor outside the door.

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