Bear School Astartes

Time passed while waiting.

In the murky waters, the process of tutoring Belengar on Demon Hunter knowledge had been ongoing for five days.

During this time, Lann had asked the Lady of the Lake's Messenger when the official work would begin, but the answer received was:

"The Lady and her friends are preparing. They must ensure that when Da Gun disappears, not a single trace remains, and they must also ensure you can defeat His body on a material level. Otherwise, it would be something the entire world's creatures would not wish to see."

"Be patient, Demon Hunter. You ought to get used to the perspective of time as a long-lived species."

Lann wondered if it was just his imagination.

He always felt that when the Messenger talked about "long-lived species," it didn't refer to the few hundred years of lifespan of Demon Hunters.

But rather something even more enduring.

Triss also visited this small village.

She emerged from a portal and immediately cast a protective Magic behind her, seemingly blocking someone back.

Veltrest had seen and tasted countless women in his lifetime.

His insights were indeed precise.

Triss was flushed when she approached Lann.

She never hid her pursuit of power and her desire to realize her life value through it.

The attention and friendliness she received in the palace these days were things she never even imagined before.

In the past, those high-ranking officials would be polite when meeting her, but they would never discuss their responsibilities, nor would they seek the opinion of a Female Warlock on any matter, unless it involved Magic.

She once thought those smiling faces were friendliness, and those sincere greetings were respect.

But now she knew that having those dignitaries engage in conversation and shift the topic to her while chatting in a circle was true respect.

Respect from power.

This was a hundred times more potent than the strongest aphrodisiacs in the world!

When she came before Lann, the young Demon Hunter almost felt like he was watching a movie.

Unlike the mature beauty of Margaret, Triss's beauty was tinged with a youthful vivacity.

When her eyes could only hold one person, blushing and smiling as she walked, Lann felt like characters in a high school romance show.

And it had to be an American high school romance show.

After all, as everyone knows, in an American drama, an eye-catching scene between a cheerleader and a football captain should not only have sweet love...

But also fiery desire!

At that moment, Lann really believed Triss might take him to bed for an entire week.

Thinking about it was a little exciting.

"...Yikes~"

But in the tavern, Alia shivered uncontrollably, preventing things from developing in an unknown direction.

For a lively little girl, the atmosphere earlier genuinely gave her goosebumps.

On the contrary, Belengar, next to her, unhappily tapped Alia's head with a large wooden beer mug.

Annoying brat! The grown-ups were enjoying the show, and here you are...

Not daring to let Triss stay too long, Lann hurried her off after unloading the materials she brought for his alchemy studies.

"By the way, how are those gangs Steza handled?"

As he saw Triss off, Lann asked.

The Female Warlock, resembling a carefree schoolgirl, walked behind him, following at his pace.

"Veltrest privately executed the leaders of those gangs. They knew and were involved in too much. But gangs will always revive and reorganize. They supplement economic activity, though they seem annoying, they aren't something a city can truly do without."

Triss said insightfully.

Lann thought to himself, don't flaunt your political knowledge in front of me.

Talking about the 'necessity of gangs' here!

But seeing the happy and carefree Triss, he chuckled, not wanting to judge a witch from the medieval era with modern eyes.

Perhaps noticing Lann's slight interest, Triss thought about it and provided a piece of information.

"But just recently, the Snake Fang Gang, managing labor, has been reorganized. It's said an outcast Mage leads them now, and they've renamed to Salamander."

"Nice." Lann shrugged nonchalantly. "At least when it comes to naming, I think this Mage is better than the previous leader."

~~~~~~ Uploaded by the M|V|L(EMPYR) team.

After Triss left, Lann and Belengar resumed Demon Hunter knowledge tutorials.

"Mentos, update the recipe database."

"Command confirmed, updating recipe database — [Black Blood], [Dancing Star Bomb], [Little Fog Demon Concoction], [Remains Oil]..."

Belengar held a mandrake root in his hand, explaining.

This plant resembled ginseng, somewhat like a miniature humanoid.

Preferring shady, moist environments, it often coincided with places where corpses were found. Rumor has it that the bodily fluids of the deceased nurtured this plant.

Thus, in many alchemical texts, it is deemed a symbol of death elements.

Lann and Mentos were recording Belengar's explanations into the database while delving into the Demon Hunter alchemy of this Magical World.

In this fantastical world, the seemingly dreamy underlying logic of Alchemy was truly effective.

The worldview constructed of earth, water, wind, fire, and spirit elements was integrated into every Magic Potion and each drop of sword oil's design and formulation.

Lann intended to understand this worldview.

With a comprehensive grasp of the worldview and fundamental logic, he could innovate with magical power's aid, achieving goals transcending time—

Creating Interstellar Warrior enhancement organs.

Based on an extrapolation of scientific development, Mentos set Lann's homeworld's scientific standard as a baseline.

It projected that at a level capable of completing interstellar exploration, in fields of materials science and biology, Lann's home world might manage to create a secondary heart, a skeletal enhancer, and a semi-finished muscle enhancer in a cost-unconstrained lab.

Who could wait, heaven knows?

So, the seemingly viable method at present appeared to be leveraging the Biotechnological expertise inherited from the Son of the Emperor.

Exploring the feasibility of crafting Interstellar Warrior enhancement organs in magic and alchemical strength.

The frontier areas of this world, infused with Magic Alchemy, had already advanced to the medicalization of somatic cell culture.

Progressing to organ manufacturing from this foundation seemed feasible to both Lann and Mentos.

Especially now as the talents from the Son of the Emperor granted Lann deeper confidence.

"Master, the calculations of effective plant content are complete; this time Maribo Forest's concoction should increase the overall dosage by a quarter, successively..."

Data swirled in his mind, and Mentos' calculations continued ceaselessly. Following its commands, this Magic Potion would undoubtedly be a success.

But Lann sought more than conventional success... It was to surpass limits to perfection.

Lann's cat eyes sharply captured several data points in the waterfall of data projected onto his retina.

This seemed to spark a burst of ingenious inspiration and perception in his mind.

Allowing him to instantly comprehend the logical core of the Magic Potion's formula upon its establishment.

"The core attribute of the formula is the flowing 'wind,' representing the transfer of matter and energy. 'Wind' on the surface of 'earth,' where 'earth' denotes a solid body."

"It is the interplay of both attributes that affords Maribo Forest's rapid vitality recovery function. But this cycle lacks 'water' responsible for the transformation of matter and energy, which is why weakened muscles dissolve through excessive exercise when consuming Maribo Forest."

"I suppose I can make some modifications..."