Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 13 13. Naked Value

The dark clouds in the sky are very low, and the water vapor in the area near the sea is too heavy, which makes even the daily rainfall in Villen feel very oppressive.

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

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 that he didn't even know the tune of, Lane heaved up and down on Poppy's back following its footsteps.

When you are in a happy mood, you are happy doing everything, let alone humming a song.

To the uninformed, that handy look is like a Hacklander who lived and grew up on horseback.

No matter how top riders are, it is absolutely unimaginable. This is the riding rhythm that a young man who has only been on a horse for more than a month can have.

Breathe with the horse's breath, and adjust the posture by observing the shift of the horse's center of gravity.
Even for those regional horse racing champions, it's just like this for a lifetime.

And this kind of progress speed that completely crushes the learning ability of native humans is just the normal performance of Mentos, a biological intelligence brain, under the state of intense computing power.

Make training plans, monitor training status and quantify training results with accuracy down to the muscle bundle.
The People's Federation's education law does not allow biological intelligence to interfere with the body before the user has university-level knowledge.

That is to say, the intellectual brain cannot interfere with physical behavior.

But only under this learning system, Lan En rarely has bad habits that can be repeated five times.

This has helped his technology to continuously advance to a higher level.

Lan En complained that the underlying logic of Mentos was inflexible, and every time he showed the training plan, his brain was turned into a Coke bottle, but he was actually very grateful in his heart.

In this dangerous world, a young man like duckweed can survive, thanks to Mentos.

But now, the neutral intelligent voice of the "big hero" is still rambling.

"Sir, your song has been humming for two hours, 44 minutes and [-] seconds, with several repetitions, pauses, and key changes. I sincerely suggest to you that if you are interested in music, then you should enter a stable and prosperous life. Then collect some music theory foundation, I believe I can provide reasonable help for your hobbies.”

The relaxed and happy smile on the young man's face faltered undetectably.

I don't know if it was Lan En's illusion, but he felt that Mentos' tone was a bit hesitant.

It seems that he is choosing his words carefully, especially when describing his tunes. Of course, this is purely because he is thinking too much!
Such skepticism is a common trait of wretched creatures who care about saving face.

Everything in the brain comes from his brain cells, how could my own brain cells not love the songs I hum?
So Lan En on horseback was decisive: "Mentos, you have to remember. Music is great because it carries the emotions of intelligent creatures. Rhythm and theory are just the icing on the cake. They are dispensable things! "

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

I also don’t know if it’s an illusion. Mentos started to feel a little uncomfortable with the [Music Aesthetics] assembled based on all the music that Lan En had listened to in 18 years.

Not serious, just looks like it's about to split.

"No need to say more!" On the back of Popie's horse, the young man waved decisively. "Just tell me if I'm in a good mood now."

Mentos gave the answer without a pause.

"Judging by hormone levels and brainwave data, you're really in a [happy] state."

"Then this is [Song of Joy]! Beautiful music that carries emotions!"

Master said so, Zhinao could only remain silent.

Lane's humming was off for a moment because of this conversation, but then the rain began to fall.

The water spray hit the face and body of the young man on the horse, and after a while he couldn't help humming again.

Mentos' analysis was absolutely correct, and he felt genuinely happy now.

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

After going through the most important exam in my life, I came to this fucking world during the long vacation that should have been the most presumptuous after 12 years of study.

Saying that I am a college student means that I have just received an admission letter and seen a photo of the school gate on the school's official website.

Chunchun is a sad virgin who has never even held a girl's little hand.

Such a young man personally killed his leader and oppressor after going through hellish physical transformation, deliberately closed emotions, strict self-training, and a careful and decisive revenge plan.

The emotions that emerge from this are complex.

But at the moment when he regained the power over his life, he was really happy.

Poppy's feet were worthy of its worth, and they reached their destination before the raindrops could seep through the black oil stain on Lane's cotton armor.

A fishing village on the edge of a swampy lake, Orydon.

There are about a hundred people in the whole village. Due to the terrain, they are like the Dai people in the world of Lan En's hometown.

The wooden piles are driven deep into the soil layer, wooden boards are laid, and then houses are built on the half-empty wooden boards to isolate the lake from pouring down from time to time.

The horseshoes stepped on the mud and made a "clack clack" sound.

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

Lane paused for a moment before entering the village.

The side of the road has changed a bit compared to the time he came here with Boerdong—two long and tall wooden poles stand on the side of the road.

Two corpses with their heads covered by sackcloth bags and no shoes on were swaying in the wind in the dark sky.

Lan En moved closer to the wooden pole, where a notice was posted.

{In the name of Sir Weatherard, hang the band of thieves who burglarized in Auredon.This move aims to remind everyone to abide by the law and morality and stay away from shameless and dirty activities. }
"Succinct and to the point, with limited literary talent. But what more can one ask of a scribe who works in Waylon?"

The young man pulled the reins and rode away.

Lan En is very young, but he has received an education that far exceeds the average level of this world.

His education experience told him that if a tyrannical government is implemented in a place where the living standard and moral standard are not high, even theft will be hanged, there will only be two results.

If the ruler's force is not strong enough, the ruler will die.

The ruler is strong enough, and soon there will be no chickens crowing for thousands of miles.After all, people can not only be killed, but also escape.

Lord Jazz who rules Waylon has been in a stable position for decades, he is not stupid.

If Lan En's guess is correct, the cause of death of the two guys hanging on the hook is actually the same as that of Boerdong.

It was just unlucky to run into a two-wheeled carriage race.

In this world, the value of human life is determined according to status.And acted very naked.

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

Mentos monitored Lan En's [Happiness Index], which had been soaring along the way, and now it is slowly falling to the ground.

And in due course, Mentos, who had been silent since the discussion about "music," now again sent confirmation to his master.

The neutral intelligent voice echoed in the brain.

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

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

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(End of this chapter)