Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 82 82. Whistle

 The bad news for Mentos is devastating.

Finding useful memories from ten thousand years of memory is like looking for a needle in a haystack.

  But if you want the intensive surgery to be complete, you have to go this way.

Considering Mentos’ estimation, if Lan wants to receive memories, he must also consider the stability of his personality and the endurance of his brain.

 Then even more time for recuperation is indispensable.

Calculating this, even if the hundreds of years after the death of the demon hunter were used in "memory exploration", the effect would be only a drop in the bucket.

Lan En, who received the good news and then the bad news, first nodded to Aaliya and comforted the panicked little girl.

After a moment of silence, my brain was thinking.

 Just then I started talking to Mentos again in my mind.

 “A question first, Mentos.”

 “Please tell me.”

“Does the People’s Federation Education Law stipulate what children must learn and what they cannot learn?”

Biological Brain's tone was stagnant, as if he didn't expect Lan En to ask such a question.

  But it has always been deeply rooted in the provisions of the education law in its underlying system.

 So I answered fluently now.

“The People’s Federation Education Law stipulates some compulsory subjects and some illegal knowledge that is prohibited from being spread. The specific catalog is as follows.”

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

The human eye cannot react at all.

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

"Let me ask simply, Mentos. [Combat] and [Biochemical Knowledge], are they considered as learnable items? Can the academic achievements obtained in these two items be used as a basis for my academic examination to improve my biological brain power? Credentials?”

 Lan’s idea is simple.

　　The recipients of human body enhancement surgeries are generally warriors, so there is definitely no shortage of memories about [combat].

 Due to the inherent characteristics of this gene seed, [biochemical knowledge] has also been carried forward by all generations of space warriors, and it is also its own goal.

  Get something from the sea of ​​memory that lasts ten thousand years and use it as learning materials.

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

 Then you can study, take exams, and upgrade more efficiently.

  Isn’t there a virtuous cycle?

　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　

Even though the computing power is greatly occupied, there is still a hint of surprise in Mentos's voice.

This BUG is probably impossible to get out of it.

“The [Combat] project is a People’s League Military Academy project and will not be open to the public if the brain is not connected to the military academy. [Biochemical Knowledge] is classified under the Ministry of Medicine and the Ministry of Scientific Development and will not be opened without registration.”

The "registration" here, in the environment of the People's Federation of China, may be done by just checking a check box and informing.

But for Lan En? If you give me a local area network, I will be happy for the rest of my life!

But if you have an active mind, there are ways to play with an active mind.

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

Looking at the appearance of the Space Marine in my memory just now, Lan En doesn’t believe it at all when you say he doesn’t know how to watch a battle.

That guy has developed a sense of "aesthetics" deep into his bones!

Based on what is known today about the genetic characteristics of the gene seeds, 80% of the legion named [Emperor’s Children] should be masters of the art of combat!

 Mentos: “These two projects are more often classified as sub-projects of [Performance] or [Etiquette], and are indeed unrestricted.”

"So, my current brain operation mode is [Alien Survival]. Living in a dangerous and unfamiliar alien environment, I use my extremely high talent to self-study [Biochemical Knowledge] to ensure my own survival and development. This situation is very common among people. Is this unacceptable?"

Mentos was silent for a while, seemingly searching for bills related to education law in Logic.

“[Alien Survival Mode] has successfully overcome the restricted knowledge dissemination regulations stipulated in the fifth subparagraph of Article 74 of the Education Law, and [biochemical knowledge] learning permissions are open to subjects.”

Somehow, Lan En felt that he could hear toothache in the tone of a biological brain.

 I think this must be an illusion.

 Well, the learning strategies for the long term in the future have been sorted out.

 And I also have a reasonable explanation for my current impulse to improve myself to perfection. The implantation of gene seeds has come to a complete end.

The gene seed has only been installed in the body for just one hour, and the increase in resistance to toxicity has already been so outrageous.

 Lan En feels that as the time for the gene seeds to blend in with the body increases, even if other enhanced organs have not yet been implanted, his body should undergo more powerful changes.

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

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

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

 Just like Lan’s last overdraft.

Although it has only been less than an hour now, Lan En feels like his magic power is recovering.

 This feeling usually occurs after using the seal.

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

 This is the new magic power filling the upper limit of improvement.

 The changes that gene seeds bring to the body remain to be observed in the long term.

 But first, Lan En was going to tidy up the room.

 “Hu-Aliya, come here and give me a hand.”

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

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

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

 He has not forgotten the reason why he ran out of Aretusa and came to the Yinlu Tavern for gene seed implantation.

 He doesn’t want to attract attention.

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

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

The roof is the same, except that you can only pay more for cleaning on the bed and tell the boss that you accidentally cut your hand.

“You followed our plan, right, Aria? Very good. Is there anything unusual downstairs?”

While moving the furniture, Lan asked Aria if it attracted any attention.

Although the little girl comes from a noble family, she does her work without any hassle.

 The broom dances very fast.

"Ahem! No, nothing. Just like you said, this is just an ordinary day in the Yinlu Tavern. No one knows that there will be a demon hunter doing mysterious alchemy upstairs in this ordinary day. Technique."

“Being ordinary is a better cover than staying away from people when you leave no trace.”

 Lan emphasized his point of view to the girl again.

In the preparations for the gene seed implantation, the thing that I put the most thought into and left the most traces on was the magic potion.

 But even in Aretussa, Lann seemed to be making potion preparations for the future battle.

 After a while, except for the strong smell of blood, the hotel room was completely restored to its original state.

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

 The witcher and the little girl both relaxed.

“Everyone in the inn was acting normal? Including the team of Skellige guards?”

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

 Aliya nodded naturally during the first half of the sentence.

“Everyone was normal. The bartender who was very good at telling stories also gave me a glass of beer with butter and caramel. With the meal, I was full. But..."

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

"Where is Skellige? This is just a tavern, how can there be guards? At most, they are just rogue thugs?"

what are you saying.? !

  No escort? !

Before Lan En could escape from the sudden chaos of thoughts, a melodious and mysterious whistle came from the corridor outside the door.

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 (End of this chapter)