Astartes of the Bear School

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 being in this place, resisting even 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 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 potion enters the intestines and stomach, absorbs the ingredients into the blood, and finally takes effect.

Suddenly, the sensitivity of his eyes greatly increased.

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

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

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.

In this environment, books can also be well preserved.

With 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.

But the warlocks who were conducting witcher research in this basement at that time added protective magic to their bookshelves.

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.

"Switch into learning mode, scan and record what I see, and sort through logical operations."

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

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

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

"Although I haven't said this for a long time, sir. But..."

Mentos said calmly and with a smile.

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

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

The corners of Lan En's mouth curled up slightly. 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.

After all, it is a biological brain for learning.

"Then let's get started."

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

The level of the warlocks who studied the mutations of witchers seemed 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 could 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.

Although magic is not like the development of science and technology, each step forward means that the previous step has laid a huge industrial and technological foundation.

However, the leaping development trajectory of magic can frequently break away from the environment of the times and produce results that transcend this era.

But Lan En's fingers passed through three or four bookshelves before stopping in front of one that looked like the latest one.

The title of the book above is much more normal.

"The Encyclopedia of Witcher Potions (tentative version)", "Similarities and Differences in Properties of Decoctions and Potions", "Detailed Explanation of Mutation Inducers" and the like.

"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 exchange.

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

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

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"It looks like you just had a fight with a female monster."

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

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

"Or maybe it's like being exploited by the Night Demon for a whole day and a night."

Vesemir was now depressed, 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 said 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 all these years, have you?"

"Didn't Geralt and the others say that they would help you share the burden? They are 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 find those young people from the Wolf School to 'talk'.

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, guarding this basement for a long time alone, was the source of the pain of the demon hunter, and the psychological pressure he endured was 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 he finished, he explained to the old man.

"They didn't even know this place existed. 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 spread. So... let's do it."

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

There was still obvious depression in Vesemir's tone, but he still managed to cheer up and gave his old friend a nonchalant smile.