MTL - Astartes of the Bear School-Chapter 816 798 learning mode

Chapter 816 798. Learning mode

Vesemir just brought Lan down, left the key with him, and then turned around and went up.

 He really resisted staying in this place, and even resisted taking another look.

The flames crackled on the braziers and torches, bringing an even more terrifying atmosphere to the already weird and scary basement.

 The shadows cast by Lan En and the iron cages cast by the light of the flames flickered on the mottled and peeling walls.

If an ordinary person were here, he would probably just stare at the dark shadows where the flames cannot shine.

 The deep shadow seems to be able to hide countless monsters, even if it is actually just a small corner.

People's imagination will always spread out uncontrollably at this moment.

 But fortunately, although Lan En is young, he is already an experienced demon hunter who has seen all kinds of weird and weird things.

 He took out a bottle of [Strengthening Cat's Eye] potion from the alchemical leather bag on his waist and took a sip.

 The magic medicine enters the intestines and stomach, absorbs the ingredients into the blood, and finally takes effect.

 “May mankind’s enterprising spirit and desire for exploration never end!”

 Lann put back the potion and walked towards the bookshelf that Vesemir pointed to before leaving.

 “Welcome to embark on the journey of learning again. I will help you enrich your mind and soul.”

 “Although I haven’t said this for a long time, sir. But.”

Lan En's fingers ran across the thick and thin books and notes on the bookshelf.

 It is, after all, a biological brain for learning.

 As Lan En's order was given, Mentos also reacted on his retina at the same time.

“Switch into learning mode, scan and record what I see, and organize and classify them with logic”

 Suddenly, the sensitivity of his eyes greatly increased.

 In this environment, books can also be well preserved.

The two of them felt the temperature was cold when they walked down, but the humidity in the basement itself was very low, so the corpses in these iron cages turned into mummies.

While commanding the biological brain in his brain, Lan En subconsciously clapped his fingers and twisted his neck.

Although the years have passed and these unmaintained magics have long since expired, the damage rate of the books is not very high after all, protected by the magic and dry environment.

But the sorcerers who were conducting witcher research in this basement at that time gave their bookshelves protective magic.

 Various small windows and UI interfaces pop up and are recycled, and finally become small tool icons in the corners of the retina.

 The dim basement, barely illuminated by several braziers and torches, was now as bright as day in his eyes.

Mentos spoke calmly and with a smile.

Given Vesemir's resistance to this basement, it is unlikely that he would come down often to maintain the books and equipment. He probably thought it would be better to let them decay naturally.

The corners of Lan En's mouth were slightly raised. This was the welcome message set by the Ministry of Education of the People's Federation for this guy when he started Mentos for the first time.

 “Then let’s get started.”

Those warlocks who studied the mutations of witchers were considered to be top-notch at the time.

 And with the help of magic, they naturally advanced their experimental projects to a level far beyond the times.

Just from the spine labels of this pile of books, Lan En saw many words that can be called "avant-garde theory".

 ‘The respective functions of brain regions’, ‘hormones and the functions of various organs of the body’, ‘reaction of intestinal flora stimulated by magic’, ‘how to bypass the autoimmune system’.

This series of project names are all major issues in the 21st century in the home world.

Magic, although it is not like the development of science and technology, each step forward means that a huge industrial and technological foundation has been laid in the previous step. However, the leaping development trajectory of magic can frequently break away from the environment of the times and produce results that surpass the current era.

But Lan En’s fingers passed through three or four bookshelves before stopping in front of a bookshelf that seemed to be the newest.

 The title of the book above is much more normal.

 "The Witcher's Encyclopedia of Potions (tentative version, "Similarities and Differences in Properties of Decoctions and Potions", "Detailed Explanation of Mutagenesis", etc.

“How about we start with some less ‘avant-garde’ practical theories?”

 “From easy to difficult, this is a stable learning method with few mistakes, sir. I agree.”

The demon hunter and the biological brain reached an agreement after a brief communication.

 Mentos' learning model has raised Lan's learning ability to the level of humans in the interstellar era from the beginning.

They began to absorb the knowledge that had been stored in the basement for countless years like a dry sponge dropped into a bucket.

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 “It looks to me like you just had a fight with a female monster.”

Berengar leaned against the wall and tilted his head to look at Vesemir who was coming up from the spiral staircase.

After scratching his **** with his left hand, he added.

 “Or maybe it’s like being squeezed by the Night Demon for a whole day and a night.”

Vesemir was now in a depressed mood, and he just shook his head when faced with the old man's bad words.

 Normally in this situation, he would basically retaliate as soon as Berengar finished speaking the last word.

 But this made Berengar look shocked.

 “Are you really depressed?”

 The eyes in his long face widened as he looked at Vesemir.

“Wait a minute! You haven’t been watching this basement by yourself for so many years, have you?”

“Geralt and the others didn’t say they’d help you share the burden? They’re a bunch of heartless bad guys!”

Berengar cursed angrily and pushed his body up from the wall he was leaning against. It seemed that he wanted to go talk to those young people from the Wolf School.

Because of the pain of mutation and the discriminatory atmosphere of people on the mainland, the demon hunter actually feels inferior and painful about his origin.

 This is the mental outlook of most witchers.

 And Vesemir has been guarding this basement for a long time alone. It is the source of pain for the witcher and the psychological pressure he endures is definitely not small.

But Vesemir grabbed the angry Berengar.

　　“Why is the old donkey so stubborn?”

Vesemir pushed Berengar back to the wall with one hand, unable to move.

 After finishing it, he explained it to the old man.

“They don’t even know this place exists. I left them an ordinary basement to store their things, and they always thought it was the only basement in Kaer Morhen.”

"The things underneath are too precious, but also too dirty. I can't bear to destroy them, but I don't want them to be spread out. So... let's do it."

"Once our group of old guys are all dead, we won't have to worry about it. Whoever is found later will be purely lucky, so we don't have to live with the guilt."

Vesemir's tone was still obviously depressed, but he still managed to keep his spirits up and gave his old friend a nonchalant smile.

 (End of this chapter)