Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 419 418. The ‘hunger’ of bones

"Fuck! My teeth!"

Lan En sat on Poppy's back, holding the reins with one hand and stuffing a hard lump like a compressed biscuit into his mouth with the other.

He had been walking for several days since he left the small fisherman's wharf outside the city wall of Gos Velen.

Now, the witcher has walked out of the border of Temeria, even brushing the edge of Broklon Forest, and is about to pass through Brugg.

This place now is close to the land of Sintra.

"Stop complaining, sir. You can obviously wait until the break to boil this large piece of ceramic compound ration until soft before eating. You can't help it yourself."

Mentos complained helplessly.

The well-spoken and clever biological brain saved Lan En from having to talk to his horse all the way.

"But I'm hungry, Mentos."

Lan En chewed off a large piece of pork breast-flavored lump with great effort, then quickly closed his mouth, slightly rubbed off the hard edge with his teeth, and swallowed it in one gulp.

"It's not because of hunger. You don't need to remind me how much I ate during my last break. I remember it all. But my [Spirit Vision] allows me to see my own bones. Do you understand?"

"I can see that my bones are longing to grow, and the more I look, the hungrier I get. [Spiritual Vision] conveys the longing of my bones to my brain!"

Lan En spoke, then gnawed off another piece with his teeth and swallowed it into his stomach.

This situation is, strictly speaking, a good thing.

Because [Spirit Vision] not only allows Lan En to see the deeper 'world' clearly, but also allows him to see the deeper 'self' clearly.

This makes it easier for a person with sufficient biochemical knowledge to ensure the growth and health of his body.

Just like now, if Lan En didn't have [Spirit Vision], then he would probably take care of himself according to the diet of the Space Marines in his memory after implanting [Bone Strengthening Organ].

Mentos' body monitoring could only see that the bones were growing as planned, and there were no pathological changes or malnutrition.

But Mentos couldn't tell that those bones were still crying out for hunger.

The recipes that the Space Marines have used for thousands of years are certainly reliable, but for Lann, they are a bit of a 'backdated version'.

"Maybe it's because of my [second heart]?"

Lan discussed with the Mentos in his mind.

"My body temperature, as well as my metabolic rate, are much higher than that of a normal Space Marine. This should bring me faster digestion and growth rates. The original version of the Space Marines' diet cannot keep up with my consumption."

"This is indeed very possible, sir. Since you can 'see' the needs of your own bones, it is not a bad idea to satisfy them, but it will be a bit hard on your teeth."

The hardness of rations mixed with ceramic compounds can be imagined.

If you follow the diet of the Space Marines, your teeth will of course be strengthened at the same time.

But Lan En's digestion is over-speeding now, and the hardness of his teeth has not kept up, so he feels tired and scratches his teeth.

If there is a bonfire, and an iron pot and hot water are put on the bonfire, the rations can be softened and turned into a pot of thick porridge.

But when people are on the road, they can’t always ask for so much.

As the saying goes, a poor family has a rich road, but no matter how rich you are, the journey will never be as comfortable as a fixed residence.

The sun gradually sets towards the west and sinks into the horizon.

In the wild, fog rises from the grass and woods, and then diffuses, making the last sunlight dim.

Lan En held a piece of ration in his mouth and rolled off Poppy's back.

After he stood firm, he removed the ration from his mouth with his studded leather gloved palms.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, this place is really beautiful. Why is it not marked on the map I wrote down?"

The young man glanced around in the mist and marveled.

In the mist, which was turned into a dim yellow by the setting sun, thousands of graves stood as far as the eye could see.

Most of these graves are covered with moss.

Some tombstones are featureless. At first glance, they appear to be just a piece of natural rock with braille on them.

Some tombstones have been polished, and the stones have a smooth surface, forming the shape of an obelisk or monument.

In the centermost position, stone sheds, cairns, and a circular stone formation have been built.

These various tombstones, as well as the fog approaching night, made Lan En curl his lips involuntarily.

After all, at first glance, this environment looks like Yanan.

"If there was a full moon in the sky tonight, it would feel more familiar to me."

Lan En was silently complaining as he led Poppy forward.

"Sir," Mentos continued, "It is indeed a full moon tonight."

The demon hunter was stunned for a moment, then took a hard bite of the ration he had made with alchemy and swallowed it.

If he hadn't met the Lady in the Lake when he first came back and used [Spiritual Vision] to give himself a flash bomb, he might have questioned whether he was still in the ancient god's dream. Get away.

But with Arondette hanging around her waist, the feeling like gentle lake water was much stronger than in another world.

"Okay." The young man murmured in a low voice, "Anyway, you can't see those beasts here, and you can't smell the blood of those beasts, huh?!"

Just as he said, 'I can't smell the stench of the beast's blood,' but then, the demon hunter's nose caught a strange smell.

Along with the strange smell, there was something walking like a shadow between the tombstones!

The combination of this scene almost caused Lan En to start suffering from PTSD!

So he instinctively clicked, the mechanical device on his left arm armor was loaded, and he raised it and pointed it at the black figure.

The hand seals of [Alder's Seal] have been pinched, and they are just waiting for the chaos magic to be charged, and a supersonic projectile can fly directly through the air.

But then, the black shadow stopped while passing through.

The witcher also sniffed again, with a puzzled expression on his face.

"Does this smell like coriander?"

Lan En made a confused sound.

"This is the smell of coriander seeds." The stopped black figure slowly approached from behind the tombstones, maintaining a cautious and non-offensive attitude.

"To be precise, this flavor also contains cloves, star anise, sage, and basil, but the coriander seed flavor is just too strong."

Just as he was talking, the black shadow had passed through the layers of fog and tombstones and came into Lan En's field of vision.

It was a middle-aged man with gray hair, an M-shaped hairline, and an aristocratic hooked nose.

He was dressed in black, the light clothing commonly seen among travelers. There were several rolled pieces of parchment sticking out of his shoulder bag, making him look like a tax collector wandering the countryside.

The strange smell came from his shoulder bag.

Lan En put down his left hand in embarrassment: "I'm sorry, sir. Your smell is a bit too strong, so I didn't tell that it was a mixture of herbs at first."

"No, it's nothing." The middle-aged man seemed more relaxed when he saw Lan En put down his hostility. "There's no harm in being cautious these days. And I can see it. You must have experienced something unpleasant not long ago?"

Lan En smiled and shook his head, not planning to say more.

"Lane of Cintra, sir?"

"Emile Regis Lohorek Tajiv Godefroy, sir."

The middle-aged man said gently.

"You can call me Regis."

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