The bad news for Mentos is terrible.

Fishing for useful memories in 10,000 years of memory is a foolish move to find a needle in a haystack.

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

And considering Mentos's estimate, Len wants to receive memories, but also takes into account the stability of his personality and the ability of his brain to bear it.

Then there is even more time to recuperate.

In other words, even if the hundreds of years of demon hunters are used in "memory exploration", it is estimated that the role will be a drop in the dime.

And Lan En, who got the good news and then the bad news, first nodded at Arya and comforted the panicked little girl.

After a moment of silence, the brain was thinking.

Only then did I talk to Mentos again in my mind.

"A question first, Mentos."

"Speak, please."

"Does the Education Law of the People's Federation stipulate what children must learn and what they cannot learn?"

The tone of the biological brain froze, as if he didn't expect Lan En to ask such a question.

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

So I'm answering fluently.

"The Education Law of the People's Federation stipulates some compulsory subjects, and some illegal knowledge that is prohibited from being disseminated, and the specific catalogue is ......"

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

The human eye can't react at all.

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

"Let's just ask, is Mentos' ...... [Combat] and [Biochemical Knowledge] a learnable item? Can the academic results achieved in these two areas be the credentials for me to conduct academic examinations and improve the authority of the biological brain? ”

Lanne's idea was simple.

The subjects of human augmentation surgery are generally warriors, so there is definitely no shortage of memories about [Battle].

And because of the characteristics of this genetic seed, [Biochemical Knowledge] has also been carried forward in all generations of Space Marines, and it is also its own goal.

Fish something from the 10,000-year-old sea of memories as a learning material.

Then, through the academic level test, obtain advanced brain permissions, and open more computing power limits, until Mentos has the ability to make a retrieval search engine from messy memories.

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

Isn't there a virtuous circle?

"Woo......"

Even though the computing power is greatly occupied, Mentos's voice can still be heard with a hint of astonishment.

This BUG probably can't be stuck on it.

"The [Combat] project is a project of the People's Alliance Military Academy, and it is not open to the public when 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 is not registered and not open. ”

The 'registration' here, in the environment of the People's Federation network, may be a checkmark and a notification can be completed.

But for Lanne...... The People's Union Network? If you give me a LAN, I can be happy for a lifetime!

But there is a way to play with a lively brain.

Lane: "[Battle] is controlled, that's normal. But what about [spectator battles], or [ritual battles]? ”

Looking at the appearance of the Space Marine in his memory just now, you said that he would not be able to watch sexual battles, and Lan En didn't believe it at all.

That guy has trained "beauty" in his bones!

And according to what I learned today, the genetic characteristics of the genetic seed, eighty percent of the legions named [Emperor's Son] should be masters of combat art!

Mentos: "...... These two items are more often classified as sub-items of "performance" or "etiquette", and they are indeed not restricted. ”

"Then, my current intelligent brain operation mode is [alien survival], in a sinister and unfamiliar alien environment, through extremely high talent self-learning [biochemical knowledge], to ensure their own survival and development. Is this situation unacceptable at the Human Union? ”

Mentos was silent for a moment, seemingly looking up the Education Law Act in a logical way.

"...... [Alien Survival Mode] successfully bypasses the regulations on the restricted dissemination of knowledge stipulated in Article 74, Item 5 of the Education Law, and the [Biochemical Knowledge] learning authority is open to the subject."

Somehow, Lan En felt a toothache in the tone of a bio-brain.

I guess this must be an illusion.

Well, the study strategy for a long time to come has been clarified.

And there is a reasonable explanation for my current impulse to improve myself to perfection.

For the implantation of gene seeds, it can be regarded as a complete end.

The gene seed has only been installed in the body for less than an hour, and the increase in anti-toxicity is already so outrageous.

Lan En felt that with the increase in the run-in time between the gene seed and the body, even if other strengthening organs had not been implanted, his body should have more powerful changes.

For example, the amount of mana reserves in the body.

The Witcher's mana reserves are different from Warlocks' in that they mainly depend on the strength of their body.

With the exception of the Griffin School, most schools do not have a mana reserve that casts the Sigil twice in a row.

It's like Lanne's last overdraft.

And now, although it has been less than an hour, Lan En has a feeling that his magic is recovering.

This feeling usually occurs after the use of the seal.

And he hadn't used magic in a long time.

It's the magic of the new generation that fills the upper limit of the ascension.

The changes that genetic seeds bring to the body remain to be observed for a long time.

But first, Lann was going to clean up the room first.

"Huh-Arya, come over here and help."

Lan En breathed a sigh of relief, a goal was achieved through hard work and struggle, and this sense of accomplishment was intoxicating.

He got up from the bed and handed the little girl a broom in the corner.

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

He hadn't forgotten why he had run out of Eritusa to the Silver Heron Tavern for genetic seed implantation.

He didn't want to be conspicuous.

The blood on the ground was not large, because [Swallow] stopped the bleeding in time, and Lan En planned to go down and order a few oily dishes later.

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

The same is done on the roof, that is, the bed can only pay some more cleaning fees, and tell the boss that he accidentally scratched his hand.

"You went according to our plan, right, Arya? Great, is there anything unusual downstairs? ”

As Rann moved the furniture, he asked Arya if it was noticeable.

Although the little girl was born in a big aristocracy, she did not work hard at all.

The broom dance is fast.

"Ahem! No, nothing. Like you said, it's just a normal day in the Silver Heron Tavern. No one knew that there would be a witcher who would be practicing mystical alchemy upstairs on this ordinary day. ”

"Nothing is a better cover than being away from the crowd...... When there is no trace. ”

Lan reaffirmed his opinion to the girl.

In the preparation for the implantation of the gene seed, the thing that I put the most effort into and left the most traces of is the magic potion.

But even in Erethusa, it was as if Rann was preparing potions for future battles.

After a while, the hotel room was completely restored except for the smell of blood.

And the blood stains and fishy smell on the bedding can also be explained by Lan En's blood-stained hands.

Both the witcher and the little girl relaxed.

"Everyone in the hostel is behaving normally? Including that team of Skelliger guards? ”

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

Arya nodded naturally in the first half of the sentence.

"Everyone was normal, and the storyteller gave me a beer with butter and caramel. With the meal delivered, it all ate me. But ......"

At this point, Lan nodded casually, and the next moment, the girl's words made the amber cat's eyes shrink into a line!

"Where's Skelliger? It's just a tavern, how can there be guards? Isn't it a hooligan at best? ”

What are you talking about......?!

No...... Bodyguard?!

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