The track of dawn in the world of American manga

Chapter 106 58. Dr. Mason is not responsible for giving patients any life advice-[4150]

With the last experience of using the umbilical cord blood of a unicorn to make an antidote, Mason became obviously much more skilled in using the essence of the Lazarus Pool to make a recovery potion.

These legendary materials have very strong adaptability and can be directly added to the production process of the recovery potion without any additional processing to effectively improve the quality of the finished product.

Of course, this is a very low-end method of use, but unfortunately Mason doesn't have a high-end way to use them.

The most complex potion he has at his disposal does not require such high-grade materials.

However, the soaring quality of finished products brought about by successfully processing legendary materials and the super high proficiency rewarded are still very good. The new trait "Luxury Alchemist" transformed when adding Alchemy Level 4 brings an improvement in the quality of creations, allowing Mason to

I successfully made my second epic item tonight.

Abyss Restoration Potion

Quality: epic alchemical creation·excellent craftsmanship

Item effect: Adding the essence of the Lazarus Pool water greatly improves the therapeutic effect of the potion, which can cure all injuries below [near death], but the dark power of the essence of the pool water will also affect the mind of the person who takes it.

Producer: Mason Cooper

Item description: If the Three Palace Demon knew that you wasted its precious diluted blood like this, it would definitely send its own sweet-smelling and soft daughter to crush you to death.

Successfully complete an epic quality and excellent craftsmanship alchemical item production, successfully complete a legendary material fusion, and increase the alchemy skill proficiency by X300.

"bite"

Mason stretched out his fingers and flicked the small bottle of green recovery potion in front of him. He handed it to Charles beside him and motioned for him to drink it for Jason Todd.

"Don't forget to tie him up in advance. That guy won't give in so easily."

While the young man was packing up the crucible and distillation tube and preparing to make the next potion, he told his younger brother:

"You have to use ruthless tactics to deal with such a stubborn donkey! Take him with you tomorrow night, let him see the existence of other worlds with his own eyes, and then ask Zha Kang to get him a blood contract or something."

"I don't think this is safe."

The kite man tossed the potion in his hand up and down and said in a sinister tone:

"How about letting John put a curse on him! Hasn't he always boasted that his curse can completely control the mind?"

"Isn't this a bit much?"

Mason said in a playful tone:

"Would it make him think we are bad people?"

"We are planning to rob a doomsday world and kill so many prisoners with zombie viruses, boss!"

The kite man curled his lips and said:

"Do you still think we are good people? Once these crimes are exposed, Batboy will definitely throw you and us into the VIP cell of Arkham with his own hands."

"Yeah, that's true."

Mason nodded with deep understanding and waved his hand for Charles to do the work.

He continued to immerse himself in processing the materials in front of him. There were still 5 hours before dawn, and he had plenty of time.

However, this was Mason's first time making a potion like Bone Creation, which was considered quite advanced at Hogwarts, so he specifically asked Grayson to buy a few more ingredients for backup.

"I've drank this stuff before."

When Mason had processed as many as a dozen materials using enchanting techniques and started brewing medicine according to the records in the Potions Encyclopedia, the Kite Man also strolled over.

He glanced at the book, shrank his head, and suggested to Mason:

"When you were operating on me to remove the bomb, Boss, in the ruins of Hogwarts, I drank this stuff. Oh my God, it felt so uncomfortable as if my throat and stomach were being burned.

If you plan to give this to Miss Barbara, I think you should find a way to reduce its side effects.

The pain was unforgettable."

"Isn't this just right?"

Mason took a dropper and dropped three drops of the purple drug extract into the crucible.

Amidst the explosion of black sparks and smoke, he slowly stirred the already quite viscous liquid in the crucible while whispering:

"Barbara has done something wrong, and this is when she blames herself so much that she wants to kill herself. She needs this unforgettable pain as a punishment for herself.

I don't understand psychology.

But I know that sensual pain is not a bad thing for her at this time.

Charles, do you think Team K still needs a logistics member who specializes in electronic countermeasures, information reconnaissance and collection, and hacking technology?

Don’t you think Barbara Gordon would be a good fit?”

The young man narrowed his eyes and said:

"And she was once a Batgirl trained by Batman himself. Once her paralysis is cured, she won't need us to protect her at all.

When necessary, you can even charge into battle with Jason. This kind of perfect all-rounder is the talent we need most now.

Actually, after thinking about it, it is enough for Team K to expand to its current size.

We don't need to recruit more main force.

Leave the best talents selected from the Caribbean world to John and you, treating them as followers rather than combatants.

After all, the resources we have available are limited.

We don’t have that much energy to train more people at the same time, what do you think?”

"Well, boss, your ideas are always so great. I have nothing to add."

The kite man said with a look of approval:

"But a few days after returning from the Caribbean World, there will be a trade fair of the Association of Stars. Didn't Mr. Hunter tell us to attend it?

How about we tidy up the things we don’t need at the moment and take them out in exchange for some useful gadgets when the time comes?”

"The past few days have been so exciting that I almost forgot about this."

Mason rubbed his chin, glanced around, and said:

"Just take the opportunity to tidy up this place and look at this mess! In a few days I will find time to make something and bring it to the fair to see if I can deceive some fools."

"Boss, are you really okay with what you said so bluntly?"

Kite Man reminds:

"I understand the truth, but shouldn't this kind of thing be more subtle?"

"Sweep your land!"

Mason put a magic broom brought back from Hogwarts into the hands of the Kite Man, drove him away from his cauldron, and began to continue his obsession with alchemy.

It wasn't until dawn the next morning that Mason climbed out of the suitcase with a yawn.

In his hand, he was holding a penguin umbrella that had been completely renovated for the second time. The umbrella was still made of black double-layer bulletproof material and looked very high-quality.

Under the wide umbrella is a lightning scepter spray-painted in a matte color. It is two circles thicker than an ordinary umbrella pole, but the overall umbrella is relatively large, so it does not look bloated and obtrusive.

The original curved umbrella handle has been replaced with a black ghost sword handle.

The magical straight-edged sword named "Devil's Head" can be pulled out from the umbrella body by just pulling the spring. The delicate mechanism box on the top has been almost completely modified by Mason, and all useless functions have been removed.

Only the nozzle and gas tank of the fear gas, the EMP emission function of the intracranial disruptor, and the poisonous fighting spearhead made of the spider legs of the Acromantula that can be ejected by twisting the umbrella handle are retained.

There is also a hidden switch in front of the handle of this greatly changed penguin umbrella, which was the last small change that Mason completed just an hour ago.

That will be a "surprise" he hides for a friend he doesn't know yet but will definitely meet in the future.

From Mason's perspective, there is still room for improvement in the Penguin Umbrella, but there is not much room for improvement in terms of design ideas.

The next thing to do is to find better materials to make the main body for it to improve the quality of this weapon in its "regular form".

Mason really hopes that he can finally own a penguin umbrella of legendary quality.

But that is destined to be a very distant time in the future.

He stood by the suitcase, stretching his body while taking out a bottle of refreshing potion and drinking it, which quickly restored his energetic face to a face full of fairy spirit.

But Mason frowned.

He could clearly feel that after the vitality potion, the effect of the refreshing potion began to decrease.

The production and search for more advanced energy supplements seems to have to be put on the agenda.

He thought so and turned his head habitually.

Oh, what a guy!

On the bed that I had never slept on since I bought it, there were two beautiful girls sleeping together, hugging each other. The relationship between Dr. Harley and Poison Ivy Ivy was really good.

They are almost like inseparable besties.

With such emotion, Mason withdrew his eyes from the white and green bed, picked up his suitcase and left the shop. It was still dawn, and there were still two hours before work.

He released Kite Man and asked him to call his friends to prepare for the world crossing tonight.

Mason himself carried his suitcase and got on his beloved Flying Scooter, speeding towards the Gordon House as the morning light began to rise in the gloomy Gotham.

As a result, as soon as he fell from the sky and parked his blue motorcycle in the yard in front of Gordon's house, he looked up and saw a haggard-looking Director Gordon walking out of the house carrying two large garbage bags.

This old man looked as if he hadn't slept for several days, and his dark circles under his eyes made him look many years older.

Mason took off his riding helmet and hung it on the handle, took out the key and helped Gordon share a bag of garbage, and said to the silent director:

"She still won't come out?"

"Um."

The old man sighed and said:

"It was very similar to the period after she was shot by the clown. She locked herself in the room and didn't talk to anyone. I thought the disaster was over.

But in the end, I was the only one who felt that the dark times were over, and everyone else was stuck in the past.

I was so slow, Mason. I almost lost her. I almost lost my daughter.

The second time.”

"Leave it to me, Gordon. I brought her a gift."

Mason patted his suitcase and said:

"If you don't mind leaving your daughter and me here, why not go to work. Gotham has just been in chaos. In this situation, as the police chief, you will cause a lot of trouble if you are not on duty.

If you can, please ask Dr. Leslie for two days' leave for me, okay?

I'm afraid that if I ask for leave again, she will really fire me."

"What do I have to worry about? It was you who saved Barbara and this city."

Gordon tried his best to show a smile, held a cigarette in his mouth and stretched his shoulders. He walked to his car and turned back very seriously, even with a hint of prayer, and said to Mason:

"Please, Mason."

"Well, leave it to me."

Watching Gordon, his nominal guardian, get into the car and leave, Mason stretched his neck and turned around to enter the house. He walked to Barbara's door and knocked on the door in a gentlemanly manner, saying:

"Barbara, it's me. I'm here to see you. Can I come in?"

No one answered him.

The room was dead silent, as if there was no one at all.

The young man shrugged and took out a strange-looking "dwarf saber" from his arms.

This thing is one of the tools of engineering.

Similar to the positioning of wrenches and pliers, its appearance is not much different from an ordinary Swiss Army knife, but it is an item used by an engineer to mark his professionalism.

This thing can hold up to seventeen kinds of tools. The more tools it holds, the more professional the engineers who made it are.

Mason flicked it casually.

A delicate lockpick popped out of the saber, and it didn't take him long to open the door.

What came into view was Barbara sitting in a wheelchair, staying in a dark room with her hair disheveled, her expression blank and numb, as if she no longer cared about anything outside.

"Many people have asked me to come and see you. Well, you know who those people are without even telling you."

Mason put the suitcase next to him and opened it, took out the black liquid Bone Spirit and shook it in his hand, letting it form a layer of gray foam before pulling the stopper.

He took a water glass and poured it into a third of it, and put some lemon juice into the glass to cover up the unpleasant bitter taste.

The young man walked up to Barbara with a glass of water.

He looked down at the once gentle and sunny girl in the wheelchair and said:

"They prepared a lot of heart-warming words for me, trying to get me to come and awaken the truth, goodness and beauty in your heart, but I didn't even look at them and used those clichés as fuel for the alchemy crucible.

I'm not here to persuade you to forget the past, Barbara.

My purpose of coming here is very pure.

I'm just here to give you something you shouldn't lose. Darling, this thing will be a little bitter and painful when you drink it. According to the personal descriptions of people who have drank it, it tastes terrible.

Just like fucking life."

He stretched out his hand and clasped Barbara's chin, raised her thin and ashen face, and looked into those dull and evasive eyes.

With a smile, Mason brought the water glass to the mouth of Barbara, his nominal adopted sister.

"I know your birthday is coming soon, so happy birthday, Barbara."

The first wisp of lemon-flavored and very bitter liquid was put into her mouth, and the burning sensation rose in her throat, like swallowing a piece of carbon.

Barbara immediately started to struggle instinctively, but Mason's movements were not out of shape at all.

He just grabbed Barbara's mouth, and the strength strengthened by the unicorn blood made his fingers like iron pliers unable to break free from the girl who was very weak after not eating for several days.

More liquid was injected into Barbara's mouth and her teeth were forced together to force her not to spit it out, so she could only swallow the hot stuff.

Wherever the bone spirit went, whether it was the throat or stomach, the burning pain began to spread to the spine and lower limbs after the drug took effect, making the girl in the wheelchair unable to control herself.

There was a lump in her throat as if she had drunk poison.

During the embarrassing struggle, Mason let go and took a step back. She fell to the ground and curled up like a painful caterpillar.

Mason knelt down and observed Barbara's condition.

He said:

"This is something good for you, even if it doesn't taste good. Just like the nightmare days you just went through. Everything has two sides, and there is nothing in this world that is only bad.

.

The pain and resentment deep inside your heart have been released.

Maybe you don't believe it, but no one really blames you.

Only you are still punishing yourself with your mistakes.

This is your choice. Others have no right to make irresponsible remarks. Even Dick Grayson and Bruce Wayne can't stop you from continuing to be so silent.

I'm just a doctor, Barbara.

I only give you medicine that can make you better, and I am not responsible for providing any life advice."

The young man took out a handkerchief to help Barbara on the ground wipe the cold sweat that broke out from the pain on her forehead. Even in this situation, the former Bat Girl still gritted her teeth and said nothing.

Mason was silent for more than ten seconds and said:

"But I can give you a choice.

If you want to temporarily escape from this life that makes you feel at a loss to see the world that belongs to me and my friends, if you want to take a trip that will not be found by anyone until you really figure out how to live the rest of your life.

.

Ten o'clock tonight, Iceberg Bar.

I'll only wait for you for fifteen minutes."

After speaking, Mason stood up, picked up his suitcase and turned to leave, but as soon as he took a step, his trouser leg was pulled down.

The young man looked back.

Barbara on the ground grabbed his trousers and said hoarsely:

"No need to wait until night, take me away now, Mason, here. This city is driving me crazy."

"OK."

Mason shrugged and said to Barbara on the ground:

"Then stand up."

"I can't, I"

"I say! Stand up!"

Mason emphasized coldly:

"That medicine can cure you, but only if you are willing to get better! If you can't walk over by yourself, then I can only say goodbye to you in advance, Barbara Gordon, this is your destiny

Team Test'.

remember!

Before ten o'clock tonight, I walked to the Iceberg Bar by myself.

Rehabilitation patients must exercise more.

It’s good for the body.”

(End of chapter)