Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 419: 418 The ‘hunger’ of bones

Chapter 419: 418 The ‘hunger’ of bones

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 has 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 it is soft before eating. You cant 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 Im hungry, Mentos.

Lan struggled to chew off a large piece of meat that tasted like pork breast. Then he quickly closed his mouth, slightly rubbed off the hard edges with his teeth, and swallowed it in one gulp.

Its not about hunger, and you dont need to remind me how much I ate during my last break. I remember it all. But my [spiritual 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 more hungry I become. [Spiritual Vision] conveys the longing of my bones to my brain!

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

Strictly speaking, this situation is 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.

It is 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], 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 the bones were still crying out for hunger.

The recipe that the Space Marines have used for thousands of years is certainly reliable, but for Lann, it is a bit of a "backward version".

Maybe its because of my [second heart]?

Lan discussed with the Mentos in his head.

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

"This is indeed very possible, sir. Since you can 'see' the needs of your bones, it is not bad to meet them, but it will be a bit **** 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 Ens digestion is at a super speed 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 cannot 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, the 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 firmly, he took the ration from his mouth with his palms covered with studded leather gloves.

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 that was illuminated by the setting sun and turned into a dim yellow, thousands of graves stood as far as the eye could see. Most of these graves are covered with moss.

Some tombstones have no characteristics at all. At first glance, they appear to be just made of a piece of natural rock with Braille characters engraved on them.

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

At the most central location, stone sheds, cairns, and a circular stone formation have been built.

These various tombstones, as well as the fog approaching the 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, I would feel more familiar.

Lan En was silently complaining as he led Poppy forward.

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

The witcher 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 muttered in a low voice, "Anyway, we can't see those beasts here, and we can't smell the blood of those beasts, huh?!"

Just after he said, "I can't smell the stench of the beast's blood," 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 made an instinctive "click" sound, and the mechanical device on his left arm armor was loaded, and he raised it and pointed it at the black figure.

The handprints of [Alder's Seal] have been made, 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.

Is this the smell of 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, there are cloves, star anise, sage, and basil in this flavor, 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.

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

He was dressed in black, a light attire common 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.

That 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 the first time."

"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 Sintra, sir?

Emile Regis Lohorek Tajiv Godefroy, sir.

The middle-aged man said gently.

You can call me Regis.

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