The dark clouds in the sky were very low, and the water vapor in the coastal area was so heavy that even the daily rainfall was very oppressive.

On the land of Willen, tall trees that have grown wildly for an unknown number of years are like swaggering demons in the howling wind and the dim sky.

But the connotation of the scenery is always inferior to the inner feelings of people.

In this dark cloud-covered scene, a young man rode and led two horses, but trotted happily on the rugged path.

Humming a tune he didn't know what to do, Lane rose and fell on Popai's back with his footsteps.

When you're in a good mood, you're already happy about everything, and you don't care what song you hum.

To the uninformed, that handy look looks like a Hackland man who lives and grows up on horseback.

No matter how top a rider is, this is a riding rhythm that a young man who has only been on the horse for more than a month can have.

Breathe with the horse's breathing, and adjust the posture by observing the horse's center of gravity......

Even those regional horse racing champions will be like this for the rest of their lives.

And this kind of progress speed that completely grinds the learning ability of native humans under the soles of their feet is just the normal play of the biological brain of Mentos in a state of computing power tension.

Develop training plans, monitor training status with muscle bundle-accurate accuracy, and quantify training results......

The education law of the Federation of People does not allow the bio-intelligent brain to physically interfere with the user before he or she has university-level knowledge.

In other words, the brain cannot interfere with physical behavior.

But under this learning system alone, it is rare for Lann to repeat a bad habit five times.

This has helped his technology to continue to push to the next level.

Lan En complained about Mentos's inflexible underlying logic, and every time he showed his training plan, his brain was like a Coke bottle, but he was actually very grateful in his heart.

In this dangerous world, a young man like duckweed can survive, and Mentos has a lot to do.

And now, the neutral intelligent voice of the "great hero" is still chattering.

"Sir, your tune has been humming for two hours, forty-four minutes, and six seconds, with several repetitions, pauses, and transpositions in between...... I sincerely suggest that if you are interested in music, then you should gather some music theory foundation after you have entered a stable and prosperous life, and I believe that I can provide reasonable help for your interests. ”

There was a faint pause in the light-hearted smile on the young man's face.

I don't know if it's Lan En's delusion, but he thinks Mentos's tone is a bit slurred.

It seems to be careful with the words, especially when describing his tunes...... Of course, this is purely his overthinking!

For pathetic creatures who love face, this suspicion is common.

Everything in the brain stems from his brain cells, how can it be that my own brain cells don't love the song I hummed?

So Lan on horseback was categorical: "Mentos, you have to remember. Music is great because it carries the emotions of intelligent beings, and rhythm and theory are just the flowers on the cake. It's a nice-to-have! ”

"But even if you say that, your melody is too ......"

I also don't know if it's an illusion, but Mentos's [musical aesthetics] based on all the music that Lan En has listened to in the past 18 years is a little uncomfortable.

It's not serious, it's just like it's going to crack.

"Needless to say!" On the back of Popai's horse, the young man waved his hand resolutely. "You just say I'm in a good mood right now."

Mentos gave the answer without pause.

"Judging by the hormone levels and brain wave data, you are indeed in a [happy] state."

"Then this is the [Song of Happiness]! Beautiful music that carries feelings! ”

When the master said so, Zhi Brain could only be silent.

Lan hummed out of tune as the conversation paused for a moment, but as the raindrops began to fall.

The splash hit the young man on the horse in the face and body, and after a while he couldn't help but hum again.

Mentos was absolutely right, and he was now genuinely happy.

He was a young man who was not yet nineteen years old.

After experiencing the most important exam in his life, he came to this world in what should have been the most presumptuous long vacation after twelve years of study.

Saying that he is a college student, in fact, he has received an admission letter and has seen the photos of the school gate on the school's official website.

A sad virgin who hasn't even pulled a girl's little hand.

Such a young man has undergone a hellish body transformation, a deliberate closed emotion, rigorous self-training, and a careful and decisive revenge plan...... Kill your own leader, the oppressor, with your own hands.

The emotions that arise from this are mixed.

But at the moment when he regained control of his life, he was really happy.

Popai's feet were worthy of its value, and they reached their destination before the raindrops were about to seep through the black oil stain on Lanen's cotton armor.

A fishing village nestled on the shores of a marshy lake, Oredon.

There are about 100 people in the whole village, and due to the terrain, they are like the Dai people in Lan En's homeland world.

Wooden stakes are driven deep into the earth, planks are laid, and houses are built on the empty planks to isolate the water from the lake below.

The horses' hooves trampled on the mud and made a "click, click" sound.

The silver necklace in the shape of a roaring bear's head also "rattled" on the young man's neck.

Rann paused slightly before entering the village.

The side of the road was a little different from the time he had come to Boldon before—two long, tall wooden poles stood on the side of the road.

Two corpses, covered with sacks and no shoes, swayed in the wind in the dim sky.

Lan leaned closer to the wooden pole, where a sign was plastered.

{In the name of Sir Wiselard, hang the gang of thieves who committed theft in Oriden.} The purpose of this is to remind everyone to abide by the law and morality, and to stay away from shameless and dirty deeds. }

"Concise and to the point, limited in style. But what more could be demanded of a scribe who worked as an errand boy in Willen? ”

The young man tugged at the reins and rode away.

Lane was young, but he had an education that far exceeded the world average.

His educational experience taught him that if a harsh policy was practiced in a place where the standard of living and morality was not high, even stealing would result in hanging.

The ruler is not strong enough, and the ruler dies.

The ruler is strong enough to be free of roosters for thousands of miles in no time. After all, people can not only be killed, but also escaped.

Lord Sir who rules Willen, his position has been stable for decades, and he is not stupid.

If Lan En guessed correctly, the cause of death of these two guys hanging was actually no different from Bolton.

It's just that I was unlucky enough to hit the two-wheeled carriage race.

In this world, the value of human life is determined by status. And behaved...... Very naked.

So naked that Lan En couldn't get used to it.

Mentos detected that Lan's [happiness index], which had soared high all the way, was now landing smoothly.

So, duly, Mentos, who had not spoken since the discussion of "music", now confirmed his master again.

Neutral intelligent speech echoes in the brain.

"So, even if the cruelty of this world is confirmed once again......"

"Are you still going to continue with your plan?"