The track of dawn in the world of American manga

Chapter 105 57. The new waitress at Cooper’s shop is actually the assistant of the evil alchemist-[4050]

Mason returned to his shop with a full harvest.

He was going to show off his talents and try to make a quasar gun tonight, which he could use as his own close-combat self-defense weapon to replace the engineering gun that couldn't keep up with the "version".

But plans can't keep up with changes.

Mason, who returned in a good mood, smelled a pretty bad smell coming from the alchemy room in the basement of the shop as soon as he opened the door. The smell was like some kind of soup that had been boiled.

It's all made from herbs so it doesn't smell too bad, but it does make you feel dizzy after being inhaled together.

The young man sighed, probably understanding what happened.

He dragged his tired steps to the basement door, reached out and knocked first, then heard a jingling sound inside, and then Dr. Harley, who had a gray face, opened the door for him with a sneer.

Dr. Harley changed into home clothes, and her white vest was bulging out from her well-developed chest, causing Mason to immediately avert his eyes.

Then he saw the alchemy crucible that was burning with black smoke and the Poison Ivy girl Ivy standing beside the pot, trying to cover up the "criminal evidence".

"Let me guess."

Mason rolled up his sleeves and said:

"You added calla lily and aconite grass into the alchemical solution in a ratio of three to five but did not process it in advance, which caused a wonderful 'alchemical reaction' between the calla lily seeds and the already toxic aconite grass.

According to my experience, you will not have more than two seconds to react.

It's a pity that you failed to seize this critical time and this pot of medicine was completely wasted."

"Absolutely right!"

Dr. Harley, who was following Mason, stuck out his tongue and whispered:

"I said that Ivy should take off those weird lotus seeds first, but she didn't listen to me."

"It doesn't matter. This is a mistake that novice alchemists often make. I have also gone through that stage."

Mason did not blame Ivy, who looked disappointed, but picked up the jar for disposing of the waste medicine, quickly cleaned the alchemy crucible, and took Old K's alchemy notes.

Said to Ivy:

"Look, there's a red line drawn here.

This tells you that this step is very important and you must follow it. Although alchemy is incompatible with modern science, it is also a skill that requires precision.

In addition, the processing of materials is also very important, which I will teach you later.

Now, Ivy, try again."

Mason pointed to the various materials on the table and said to Poison Ivy:

"Maybe you can start with the simplest alchemical solution. This material will be the basis of the basics in subsequent learning."

"I'll take the liberty of asking."

While Ivy was handling the raw materials conscientiously, she whispered:

"How long will it take for me to learn to make the three potions on my own that can regulate my mood and thinking?"

"Well, this depends on talent."

Mason rubbed his chin and thought for a while, then gave an optimistic answer:

"Based on your perfect compatibility with plants, I estimate that you can try to make a tranquilizer in up to three months. More difficult joy agents and demulcents with extremely complicated steps may take half a year or more."

"What about you?"

Dr. Harley, who was staring around beside him, asked curiously:

"Mason, how long did it take you to learn this?"

"Fifteen days."

Mason answered truthfully:

"This is a special situation for me. After all, people's talents cannot be generalized."

This seemingly modest but actually very Versailles answer made Harley and Poison Ivy look at each other.

But as far as the two people's experience of secretly trying alchemy in the past two days when Mason was away, they did not feel that Mason was bragging or exaggerating the difficulty of this skill.

It's really hard.

Especially when there is a lack of scientific measurement of time and everything is carried out according to one's own whim and free will, it is just like a child playing house.

But there is ancient wisdom in this nonsense.

Mason can make two bottles of good blood replenishing agent from the same materials, but Ivy can only get a pot of toxic black smoke residue.

In the next half hour, Mason personally demonstrated the standard steps of alchemy to Ivy and taught her how to use four different hourglasses to measure time.

This is not mandatory.

Of course, clocks and timers can be used instead, but Mason feels that using an hourglass is more ritualistic and more in line with the mysterious atmosphere of alchemy.

He told Ivy not to practice too late and left the basement. He was about to enter the suitcase space to check out the situation. Before entering, Dr. Harley, who was temporarily serving as the waitress at Cooper's store, suddenly told him:

"In the early morning, a very handsome guy delivered this box of medicine. Ivy checked it and found all very strange materials."

She pointed to the box behind the counter and said to Mason:

"That guy also asked me to convey my thanks to you."

"Don't worry about that infatuated guy."

Mason picked up the box and glanced at Harley, who was sitting behind the counter playing with her mobile phone, and asked:

"What about you? How are you doing? Is Harley Quinn talking to you in your head?"

"It's not that exaggerated, Mason!"

Dr. Harley snorted, pushed up his glasses and said academically:

"And the psychological description is not like that. I don't have a split personality, Mason. It's just a psychological suggestion that only takes effect under certain circumstances.

Ivy accompanied me to Dr. Leslie's clinic this morning, and the cool doctor told me the same thing.

I need to go to her twice a week for psychological counseling. In fact, I feel that I can do this job myself, after all, Dr. Leslie majors in surgery.

And I am a serious psychology expert."

"Don't treat anything related to Zhou Ke'er so lightly."

Mason shook his head and said:

"If you feel any discomfort, drink medicine immediately. I will keep three bottles of medicine on the counter for you at all times. I will ask you to help me look after the store tonight. It will be open until twelve o'clock and you can rest.

Oh, by the way, don’t touch this box after I get in. If something happens, knock the lid and I’ll know.”

"Ah? What are you talking about!"

Dr. Harley was a little confused.

She couldn't understand Mason's words at all until she saw him opening the suitcase, jumping in with the medicine box in his arms.

The psychology expert rubbed his eyes.

She watched the retro suitcase "swallowing" Mason like a monster, and she immediately felt that her outlook on life, which was no longer so stable, was impacted.

She felt her pressure rising.

So she decisively opened the secret compartment on the counter, took out a bottle of demulcent and poured it into her mouth.

"Well, Harley, that's nothing surprising. It's just magic."

She patted her cheek and said to herself:

"Have you never seen someone use magic before? Well, it seems that you have never seen it before. Hiss, this young man who is ten years younger than me is really mysterious!

How many other interesting things does he hide?

This Mr. K is much more mysterious than Mr. J."

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"Boss, you are finally here!"

The kite man who had been waiting in the box for a day and night immediately became energetic when he saw Mason enter this space. He put down the wrench and screwdriver in his hand, put the half-modified flight backpack there, stood up and said to Mason:

"You have to look at Jason Todd's situation. It seems that the Kryptonian treatment module can't handle such an injury."

"No way? Is it so serious?"

Mason put down the medicine box in his hand and followed the Kite Man to the location where the treatment cabin was stored.

When there was Old K's magic apartment in this space before, it didn't seem that big, but now that the magic apartment has been left to Zha Kang as a mage tower, the place is completely empty.

Things taken from Batman's laboratory and the Batcave were scattered around in a messy manner, and the three-headed dog Shaggy, the zombie Fang, and Miss McGonagall, who was fostered here by Selina, were also trapped in chains on the edge.

The sweetest Miss McGonagall no longer has to live in a cage.

Mason saw it dozing off on the head of the Fenrir armor prototype.

In addition, there are many various materials from the Caribbean world piled here, and the Devil's Box is thrown on top of a pile of jewelry.

For Mason, who likes everything to be organized, this kind of chaos makes him a little uncomfortable. Maybe he should spend some time planning the structure of this space.

At least ten floors can be created at a height of 50 meters, so that this space is not wasted.

"Well, it hasn't healed yet?"

Mason stood in front of the Kryptonian technology treatment cabin that was taken out of the Batcave, looking at Jason Todd lying like a corpse in it.

After a day and a night, Ergong, who was almost torn to pieces, has "began to take on a human form", but unfortunately, the remaining essence of the Lazarus Pool in his body seems to have been exhausted.

He could no longer sustain his recovery.

"Are we going to use unicorn blood to save him?"

Charles said next to him:

"This is too wasteful, unless you plan to bring Jason into Team K.

This guy's combat power is very strong. He can fight Batman head-on. If we add special equipment, it can completely make up for our shortcomings.

But it's just hard to control.

This guy looks like a violent and stubborn prodigal at first glance, oh, by the way, boss, this thing! I found it in Lei Xiaogu’s ashes!"

Kite Man picked up the broken cloak of the Assassin King from the table next to him. This thing is also a magic item, but it is damaged and requires level 3 tailoring skills to repair it.

But Mason was more concerned about the few things hidden in the broken cloak.

Three crystal bottles filled with green liquid and a simple black blade were the weapons Lei Xiaogu used to fight Batman that night.

Mason reached out and touched the crystal bottle, and an information label popped up:

Essence of Lazarus Pool

Quality: legendary crafting material

Item Utility: The Lazarus Pool of unknown origin has the power to resurrect the dead and heal all things to near-immortality, but the water in this pool is cursed.

When you drink it, it will stimulate the shadow of the soul, and long-term use will change your thinking, will and personality.

Producer: San Gong Mo

Item description: If you regard the diluted blood of a dimension demon as a blessing, you are absolutely crazy.

Tip: When alchemy reaches Lv7, you can try to purify the evil power of the pool water. The purified pool water can be used as one of the important materials for the "Elixir of Immortality".

The young man glanced at the half-dead Ergong in the treatment cabin, curled his lips, took out a bottle of pool water, put it in his bag, and then reached out to touch the slender black straight-edged sword.

The entry for this sword made Mason’s eyes light up:

Demon's Head

Quality: legendary forging/enchantment/inscription creation·perfect craftsmanship

Traits: Melee Blade·Curse Penetration·Light as a Feather·Sharp Iron as Clay·Advanced Dark Inscription [Life Drain]·Advanced Combat Enchantment [Evil Spirit Slaying]

Producer: Lars Al Ghul

Item Description: "Devil's Head" not only describes this sword, but also the man who can make the whole world fearful when holding this sword.

Tip: This weapon can be further forged to improve its quality and craftsmanship. But Lars Al Ghul is not dead, he will come to take back his sword.

The young man's fingers traced the slender black sword blade.

He waved his hand a few times and felt its perfect balance and the cutting effect when cutting. Especially since the blade of this sword was only two fingers wide, Mason immediately realized its best use.

He took out his modified Penguin Umbrella and compared the width of the sword with the width of Maxi Zeus' lightning staff. He was pleasantly surprised to find that the sword only needed slight modifications to become the last accessory of Penguin Umbrella.

Moreover, the sword's hilt, which is carved into a black devil's head, is also very suitable as the handle of Mason's portable umbrella, which is much cooler than a curved umbrella handle.

Although I don't like close combat and I'm not very good at it, if the enemy gets close and encounters the embarrassing situation of running out of ammunition, I won't go up and punch with bare hands, right?

I am not a boxer with good boxing skills!

"So tonight's plan is to finish two barrels of life-saving medicine first, then polish my precious umbrella, and then take the time to make a bone spirit."

Mason revised his plan.

The high-tech Quasar is great with a gun.

But unfortunately, I really don’t have time to make it tonight. Things have to be prioritized.

As he walked towards his alchemy platform, he said to the kite man following him:

"Charles, you go back tomorrow to pack up and spend some time with your children, and then bring the vaccines and we will go back to Caribbean World tomorrow night.

If Selena is not free, forget it, it will be the same for the two of us."

"Okay, boss."

The Kite Man has no objections to this arrangement.

He excitedly showed Mason his drawings of how to modify the jet backpack. This guy really turned Mason's previous suggestions into reality.

He modified the shape of his kite.

Two complete Thestral wings are used as the main body and special steel is used to complete the internal reinforcement to form a variable movable flying wing.

Based on Charles's basic ability as an aerodynamicist, this thing can definitely fly, but the effect will require further practice and repeated modifications.

Mason made a few suggestions and suggested that the kite man equip the flight backpack with a thruster for emergency use, and then the two "craftsmen" began their own production without disturbing each other.

But soon, Mason held the witcher pendant that was shaking slightly on his chest, and he frowned and thought:

"My badge is vibrating! Is there a sorceress nearby?"

At the same time, in Cooper's shop outside the suitcase space, Dr. Harley, who was yawning and preparing to close the shop and go to bed after no one came all night, was about to pull down the roller shutter door when he saw a man dressed as a magician.

The beautiful girl with straight black hair, wearing a uniform, bold fishnet stockings, and a tall hat suddenly appeared like magic.

She walked straight towards Cooper's store, her beautiful face filled with anger.

"Where is John?"

Zatanna Zatara stood outside Cooper's shop, looking at Dr. Harley with wide eyes in front of her. This good-tempered magician lady held back her anger and said:

"Let that bastard come out to me!"

"Huh? Who is John?"

Dr. Harley said in surprise:

"This is Mr. Mason's shop, and I am an employee hired by him. Does this lady want to come in and take a look at our magical potion? Today's special price."

"What's so good about these low-level potions? They don't have any highlights except for their good craftsmanship."

Zatanna stamped her feet angrily when she heard that Zha Kang was not here. She glanced at the shop and said angrily and anxiously:

"He must have been here! My surveillance magic has detected his traces. But it doesn't matter if he doesn't want to show up. Anyway, the game between me and him is over.

But tell him for me that something big is about to happen and ask him to return to the Mystery House as soon as possible!

I can only wait for him for half a month!"

At this point, Miss Magician suddenly sniffed her nose, and as if smelling a strange smell, she got close to Dr. Harley and took a light sniff.

This action made Dr. Harley take a step back immediately.

She didn't really like such an intimate act.

"Well, good luck to you."

Zatanna glanced at Harley with pity and said softly:

"Shadow has grown in my heart, and the bloodthirsty monster is trying to break free from the shackles of reason, but the person who cultivated and controlled her has died in hell.

You have to hurry up before you lose control completely, girl.

If you delay it any longer, your disease will not be cured."

"Harry, who are you talking to?"

Poison Ivy's confused voice came from the basement. Just as Harley was about to answer, she saw the magician lady in front of her disappearing mysteriously like a bubble.

This made Dr. Harley blink.

She felt like she had encountered something strange again. Maybe she was really hallucinating?

never mind.

It's better to drink another bottle of medicine.

(End of chapter)