Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 130 129. The talent to lead the times

Berengar himself was doing various actions with a surprised look on his face to test his body's ability to restore vitality.

The toxin accumulation on his face, which was originally so dark and frightening, had subsided quite a bit after being helped up by Lan En.

It took less than two minutes for the whole person to return from the depleted state when he just drank the potion to the peak of physical strength.

"You mean 'effective'? Then why did you look so toxic just now that you can't bear it?"

Lan En put the lid back on the [White Honey] in his hand, put it back into the alchemy leather bag, and asked in confusion.

Berengar was still experiencing the feeling that the "new magic potion" brought to him, and responded with his eyes closed.

"It's not that the toxicity exceeds the tolerance, but the improved potion you made takes effect too quickly, at least 70% faster than the normal [Maribo Forest]! The total amount of toxicity remains unchanged, but it surges up suddenly , I couldn’t bear it for a moment.”

"It seems to be a good thing that it takes effect quickly. What about the effect of the potion?"

"The recovery speed of body vitality is no different from the normal version, but the side effects are indeed reduced!"

"What are the symptoms of the original [Maribo Forest]?"

Lan En's inquiries one by one were treated as data collection for pharmaceutical experiments.

Demon hunters' potions not only contain toxicity that can easily kill ordinary people, but also have side effects that even demon hunters cannot ignore.

For example, to quote [Thunder], when the muscle tissue is greatly strengthened, the weak muscle bundles will break during exercise because they cannot bear the pull of the stronger muscles next to them.

"The original [Maribo Forest] will cause slight spasms after drinking, causing the body's movement accuracy to decline, making it difficult to use movements that require high precision. But now."

Berengar said incredulously.

"My hand feels as stable as usual!"

Lan En nodded and asked his biological brain in his mind.

"Mentos, please summarize the information just now."

"Understood, sir. Within 2.3 seconds after Mr. Berengar drank the potion, the potion began to take effect. His body activity increased by 36% after the potion took effect. His physical condition is stable and there are no side effects."

Zhi Naoyan recorded the experiment concisely and entered Lan En's improved formula into the database.

Beside him, Berengar, who had already felt Lan En's improved potion with his own body, looked at Lan En with an unreadable expression.

A recipe that has been passed down and developed by witchers for hundreds of years was improved in the hands of a beginner? !

"What's your expression like that?"

Lan En, who was being stared at, raised his eyebrows and took out [White Honey] from the alchemy leather bag and shook it.

"Are you trying to remove the toxicity?"

Berengar looked at Lan En deeply, pursed his lips and shook his head, but said another sentence.

"The idea of ​​adding 'water' properties to the formula of [Maribo Forest] has appeared before. However, among the more than 1,700 attempts in the file, no one saw any hope of success. . But you didn’t even use a measuring cup in your hand! Just using the feel and visual inspection, you grasp the amount and timing that we can’t even detect.”

"Lan, with your alchemy talent you should go to Kaer Morhen."

"You should go there to look for the alchemical manuscripts of Arzu and Malaspina, instead of listening to the lectures of me, a demon hunter of the 'alchemical practical school'."

"The 'Alchemy Practical School' only cares about 'how' to use alchemical products, but with your talent, you should ask 'why'."

Lan En expressed great interest in Berengar's opinion.

If he was just satisfied with how to use alchemical products, then it would be impossible for him to achieve his goal that transcends the times.

From beginning to end, he was aiming to be the academic pioneer of this era.

"Kaer Morhen? I heard that is the headquarters of your Wolf Faction. Your companions, they won't let me pass by the Bear Faction, right?"

Berengar waved his hand indifferently.

"As long as you make sure you are not hostile, there are not many rules among witchers. You just need to get the old man's consent."

"Old man?"

"That's Vesemir."

When mentioning this name, Lan felt that Berengar's mood was strange.

It was like a bad boy who had been away from home for too long and brought up his old father in his memories.

Fear, resistance, and hidden nostalgia.

"He is probably the oldest old guy among the existing witchers. If you meet him, I advise you not to use your fists like you did when you first met me. Otherwise, even you will most likely not be able to please him."

"I never doubt how strong a warrior who has been active for hundreds of years is, but judging from your tone, can't you just be a middleman and make an introduction?"

Lan En looked at Berengar spreading his hands.

"In the worst case, I'll pay more."

"It's not about money, Lan. I'm a deserter from the Witcher. I have no face, and I don't want to see the old guys anymore. You have to find the old man yourself."

Lan En somewhat understood this idea, so he stopped forcing it.

And he felt that with his reputation in the foreseeable future, he also had this increasingly handsome face.

Vesemir should have no reason to reject him.

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After truly seeing Lan En's talent in alchemy, Berengar quickly let go of the restrictions on teaching speed.

He understood that the time some geniuses spend casually flipping through books is enough for ordinary people to study in a day and cannot catch up.

So the cramming teaching of the Eight Classics was quickly completed within two days.

Berengar taught all the alchemical formulas he knew. Most of his knowledge base contained these practical formulas, but he had very few concepts of alchemical principles.

It fits his self-proclaimed identity as an "alchemy pragmatist".

But for another pillar of witcher knowledge - knowledge of monsters and curses.

Berengar found it difficult even to teach in a cram-like manner, because he had not built a knowledge system in his mind at all.

This resulted in his teaching being inconsistent with a hammer and a stick, and the fragmented knowledge could not be connected at all.

It was only at this time that Berengar realized how much effort Vesemir had put into teaching them.

"You should go find Vesemir now."

As a learner, Lan En did not show any signs of fatigue. On the contrary, as a professor, Berengar kept rubbing his forehead.

"I have to admit that when I was a demon hunter, one of the reasons why I didn't go well at work was my poor study."

Lan En had nothing to complain about. The alchemy formula Berengar gave him was precious.

The old demon hunter was just out of lack of ability, rather than deliberately hiding his secrets.

His ability only goes so far.

The final class was over, and Lan En extended an invitation to Berengar quite naturally.

"It seems that I have already drained you. This is the promised reward."

The young man first threw a bulging money bag, and Berengar caught it.

"Want to come over and relax during the after-school activities tonight?"

When it comes to 'extracurricular activities', Berengar's smile immediately froze as he had just received the huge sum of money in his life.

"Those weird half-fish people? Forget about those things you dealt with. I don't want to get involved."

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