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 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 alchemy 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 research on witchers in this basement at that time put protective magic on 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 human beings' enterprising spirit and desire for exploration never end!"
Lan En's The corners of his mouth were slightly raised. This was the welcome message set by the People's Federation and Ministry of Education 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 bookshelves.
The level of the warlocks who studied the mutations of demon hunters 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.
Magic, although it 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 only stopped in front of a bookshelf that looked like the latest one after passing through three or four bookshelves.
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 practical theories that are not so 'avant-garde'?"
"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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“I think you just had a fight with a female monster.”
Berengar leaned against the wall and tilted his head to look at the stranger. Vesemir walking up the spiral staircase.
After scratching his butt with his left hand, he added.
"Or it seems like he has just been exploited by the Night Demon for a whole day and a night."
Vesemir was now depressed, and he just shook his head in the face of 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 looking after this basement all these years, have you?”
“Didn’t Geralt and the others say they’d help you share the burden? You bad guy with a bad conscience!”
Berengar cursed angrily and pushed his body up from the wall he was leaning against. It seemed that he wanted to talk to those young people from the Wolf School.
Due to 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, which is the source of the pain of the demon hunter, 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 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 that was the only basement in Kaer Morhen.”
“Down there. The things are too precious, but they are too dirty. I can’t bear to destroy them, but I don’t want these things to be spread.”
“Let’s wait until we are done with this group of old guys. , so you don’t have to worry about it. It’s just luck to find someone later, so you don’t have to live with the guilt.”
Vesemir’s tone was still obviously depressed, but he still remained. He steeled himself and gave his old friend a nonchalant smile.
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(End of this chapter)