The track of dawn in the world of American manga

"This fool's gold can be used to make alchemy and medicine. The deep-sea blood coral is almost interesting. It has a curse on it. As for this ruby ​​ghost ring, you have been deceived.

There's no magic in this thing.

Nothing but beautiful."

In the bamboo building at Turtle Island Pier, Constantine was squatting on a large pile of magic items dumped on the ground, sorting through them.

These are the things that Mason and Kite Man got back from Barbossa's treasure house, and they are in urgent need of a master of appraisal to sort them into categories.

Mason is currently busy using enchanting techniques to process the newly obtained production materials. He is focused on various production techniques and is not willing to waste time on appraisal, so this job is handed over to the dark wizard Zha Kang.

But Zha Kang’s vision is not perfect either.

"Idiot, you have no idea what the real treasure is."

Catwoman used a whip to roll up the ring dropped by Zha Kang, put it in her hand and looked at it with a look of obsession, then put the dove egg-sized gemstone ring on her finger and looked at it.

Her other nine fingers are already covered with all kinds of luxurious jewelry, and there are several strings of gemstone necklaces hanging around her neck.

There are even two ladies' crowns, one big and one small, in her hair.

It's like a mobile jewelry display stand.

Selina was immersed in the dual satisfaction of being a great thief and being a woman. She looked at the gorgeous jewelry in her hands with blurred eyes, and said in a long voice that sounded very Versailles:

“These little cuties remind me of the feeling when my suitor showers me with gifts, and while it’s fascinating to see the light reflected in them, the thought of them being a gift rather than a sweat-earned one comes with my own hands.

It makes people somewhat regretful.

Like all women, I love jewelry.

But I actually enjoy the excitement and pleasure of collecting them with my own hands.”

"This is easy to handle!"

Zha Kang stood up, held a cigarette in his mouth and snapped his fingers.

Green fluorescent light quickly poured out and covered the confused Selena, but in the blink of an eye, all the jewelry on her body disappeared.

Catwoman glared at Zha Kang, who blew out a smoke ring and said with a wicked smile:

"I threw all the jewels that made you regretful around the world. Now, Selena, you can enjoy the pleasure of retrieving the 'little cuties' from a world full of zombies with your own hands.

Already."

"bass"

Sujie's eagle was unsheathed, shining with cold light, and slashed at the evil-smiling black magician as Catwoman screamed with gnashing teeth.

"Quiet! You are interrupting my processing of materials."

Mason, who was busy at the workbench, turned around and shouted.

The young man who aspires to become an excellent all-professional master has developed the habit of being very focused when working. He glanced at the angry Catwoman and reassured:

"Those jewels are gone when they are gone, Selina. That is only the most insignificant part of all the harvest we will get. Jack and Angelina have already gone to contact the Royal Fleet messenger anchored nearby.

Pirate kings will also come to Turtle Island one after another.

The next contact with them is your responsibility. From Barbosa's reaction, you can see that our vaccine can be used to change anything you want in this world!

I think as a jewel thief, you should probably have more ambitious pursuits.

For example, the mountain of light on the crown of the King of England..."

Mason shook his head, not paying attention to Selina's frightening eyes, but continued to work on the materials at hand.

He held a piece of fine-quality magic ore with his left hand and smelted it with magic fire, and then warned:

"In addition to the list of supplies that Team K must collect, I can allow you to make additional requirements for those buyers to satisfy your private 'little hobbies'.

In short, negotiate terms with these forces as soon as possible, and then we return to Gotham.

It is not an easy task to steal enough vaccines from under Batman's nose. This is a goal that requires the sincere cooperation of Team K to achieve.

To start the harvest season, we need at least one million vaccines.

The first phase of continuing to unlock the potential of this world must be so much."

"I'll go get ready right now."

Catwoman happily took the sword off Zha Kang's neck and left the bamboo building with the expectation of harvest. The black magician curled his lips and opened the devil's box placed in the corner.

The cursed gold coins piled inside illuminated Constantine's eyes, and he turned back to Mason and said:

"As promised before, these gold coins belong to me."

"No one will compete with you, but you won't need so much."

The Captain put the smelted magic metal on hand for later use and responded without raising his head:

"You can use 300 to strengthen your magic. If it's not enough, apply again. I plan to use the rest to make some cursed bullets and weapons. This is a very rare material."

"300 coins are enough, but Mason, the curses on these gold coins are very troublesome. You may need some special skills to use them to make items."

Zha Kang picked up the cigarette, covered his fingers with magic power, picked up a handful of yellow-orange gold coins, tossed them up and down in his hand, and said:

"Their value lies in the curse attached to them. If these resentments are purified, then these gold coins will have little value."

"Thank you for the reminder, I will find a way."

Mason nodded and stopped talking. The black magician looked at the time and it was the happy drinking moment of the day.

He hummed a song and went out to hang out in the island's bar. He expected to meet a sad lady with a complicated past in that medieval-style tavern today, so that he could have the opportunity to soothe her soul and body.

Constantine was a prodigal son who knew how to please himself.

He never misses any possible romantic encounter, and his learning of magic relies solely on God's gift of talent. Unlike Mason, he has to make things over and over again to master more advanced skills.

Mason was the only one left in the bamboo house, but the young man enjoyed it.

He hummed a local song with a lively rhythm, opened Lao K's alchemy book in front of him and lit the magic crucible with magic fire. Then, following the instructions in the alchemy book, he skillfully added the enchanted potion into it.

Material.

Today he plans to try to make a downgraded version of the high-level vitality potion "Brown Owl" used by witchers.

Mainly due to the lack of time, Mason hardly slept during this period. When he was tired, he drank a bottle of energy potion. Drinking too much in a short period of time caused him to seem to have developed some kind of "drug resistance".

Low-level vitality potions are becoming less and less effective on Mason.

The best way to deal with this situation is to stop using the potion, return to normal work and rest, and make some adjustments. After a while, the potion will take effect again.

But Mason didn't want to waste time.

He had too many things to do now, so when faced with the gradual failure of low-level potions, he chose a simpler and more crude way, using high-level potions to suppress his "drug resistance".

After unlocking the talent of [Swift Eyes and Quick Hands], Mason rarely made mistakes in the alchemy process. Now that he has obtained enough materials from Turtle Island, he feels that he can challenge the high difficulty level.

Everything is going smooth.

With the blessing of super senses that seemed to slow down time, Mason nodded with satisfaction as he watched the yellow spider venom begin to boil and emit a strange smell in the magic crucible.

While continuing to stir with a special golden rod, he picked up the enchanted verbena and threw it into it. He also took out a bottle of strong rum from his hand and bit open the cork.

He is not an alcoholic.

But spirits are one of the ingredients of this potion. In fact, all witcher medicines require spirits. The higher the alcohol content, the better. I don’t know if this is tradition?

Or are those demon hunters just trying to get drunk while fighting monsters?

But at this moment, Mason yawned strangely, as if a sudden sleepiness had enveloped his mind. I don't know if it was an illusion, but there was also the clear sound of sea water lapping in his ears.

He shook his head to keep himself awake and poured the spirit into the continuously boiling crucible, then bit his lip to increase the intensity of the magic fire burning on his fingers.

But the sleepiness in my body is getting stronger and stronger.

After more than ten seconds, when the liquid in the crucible turned into a yellow-brown viscous substance, Mason could no longer hold on and hit his head on the workbench with a bang.

Almost immediately he started snoring.

Falling asleep was incredibly fast, but Mason's spirit strangely remained awake even after his body fell asleep.

As if his soul was out of his body, he looked blankly at himself sleeping soundly on the workbench, and tried to reach out to wake up this crappy alchemist.

"Hey! The potion is going to be overcooked! You idiot! Get up!"

He slapped his head, but the outstretched hand flashed past his head.

"You should know that you are in a lucid dream now, right? Mason Cooper, the mysterious alien visitor."

A deep voice sounded behind Mason, causing the young man to turn his head abruptly. Then he saw the door on the second floor of the Bamboo Building being pushed open, and a tall, handsome black-haired pirate captain striding forward with a sword.

He wore a gray-green pirate hat and a shabby cloak from a long voyage.

There were two flintlock muskets stuck in the cowhide belt around his waist. He was dressed in standard pirate attire, but Mason noticed the unique badge on his belt.

It was the miniature emblem of a ship entangled in the tentacles of an octopus.

All pirates and sailors who have survived the first year of their careers on this sea know it.

"The Flying Dutchman? That cursed ghost ship?"

Mason looked at the young man in front of him in surprise but showed an air of vicissitudes of life. He blinked and said:

"All the pirates are saying that 'Sea Devil' Davy Jones is dead, so you are the new captain of that ghost ship, Will Turner? I heard that you have been on that ship for more than ten years?"

"It's down there."

The captain of the ghost ship bowed to Mason politely and gave a classic hat-off salute.

"Did you pull me into my dream? Why?"

Mason felt that the guy in front of him had no ill intentions, and he was unable to make an effective counterattack in his dream. He could only ask, and Mr. Will did not waste time in greetings.

He didn't use the power of the ghost ship to pull Mason into his dream just for chatting.

"The Dutchman is near Turtle Island, but I can't go ashore so I can only talk to you in this way, Mason."

Captain Will held his pirate sword and said:

"I 'saw' with my own eyes how you left and re-entered the world in a magical way. Your Excellency, this is why I came to find you.

I hope you can take away my wife and son and take them away from this world that is destined to be destroyed forever."

"The request was as expected."

Mason nodded and said calmly:

"When I guessed your identity, I knew you should be here for this, but the question is why? Will, can I call you Will?"

Captain Ghost nodded and motioned for Mason to continue his question.

The young man organized his words and whispered:

"Since you have been using the ghost ship's ability to observe me, you should know that just today I gave Barbossa the medicine that can prevent the Black Death and ghouls.

I won't hide it from you either, Will.

I can get a lot of these drugs, enough to give to every last survivor in the world.

Although they cannot rebuild civilization immediately with these drugs, after they are able to withstand the ravages of the virus, they can also try to rely on the ocean to regain the occupied continent bit by bit.

This process may take decades or even hundreds of years, but I believe that one day you will be able to return to the place where you were born.

I think you already have hope.

So, why do you still want me to take your wife and children away from this world forever?

This is not something a responsible husband and father would do.

You don't even understand what kind of person I am but you still entrust me with such an important responsibility. This shows that you are either tortured crazy by the curse of the ghost ship.

Or you are very desperate."

Mason expressed his guess. He looked at Captain Will in front of him and said:

"Do you know something? Will, can you tell me?"

"I can't say."

Will shook his head, pointed to his heart, and said:

"I signed a contract with the Demon Prison and the Poseidon. I walk in the place where the worlds of the living and the dead meet. This allows me to see things that ordinary people can't see.

In the occasional glimpse, you can even see the silhouette of the future.

I can only tell you, Mason.

Your medicine is amazing, but it can't change the outcome of this world. Everything is doomed. This sudden Black Death is just a sign before the end...

Even without it, this world wouldn't be able to survive for long."

Captain Ghost paused and pointed at his and Mason's eyes. His tone was calm, as if he had accepted everything.

He said:

"If you're lucky, Mason, you'll see that happen with your own eyes. And then you'll understand that there's no point in struggling or obeying.

The end is there.

And it will come."

"You sound like a madman with severe depression and world-weariness!"

Mason hated the tone of "The Riddler."

He stared at Captain Will and said in an emphasis:

"If you want me to take your wife and children and take care of them properly, then you have to tell me the answers I want to know, Will! Don't fool me with these poetic expressions.

You must at least tell me who spread the zombie virus in this world?

You are the messenger walking between the human world and the devil's prison. You observe the world, and you definitely know the answer!

tell me!"

Will Turner didn't answer immediately.

The cursed man, who still maintained his human form in the dream, looked at Mason with a rather strange look. When the young man felt uncomfortable looking at him, Will stepped forward and held Mason's left hand to tie the shirt.

The sleeves were pulled up.

He looked at the tattoo on Mason's arm, and then reached out to hold the Cat School badge hanging around Mason's neck.

Will looked at the thing and whispered:

"A man named 'Old K'. You and he are from the same force, and you have the same tattoo. I also talked to him in my dream, Mason, and he rejected my request.

I have also questioned him just like you questioned me, and the answers I just told you are the answers that Lao K once gave me.

It is your organization that spreads poison in this world!

If I still had a choice, when you and your team members entered this world, I should drag you down to the bottom of the sea and drown you, let you endure the most painful torture in the world, and then beg me to give you a break!"

Captain Ghost's cold fingers touched Mason's neck, making the young man shiver, but the next moment, Will's tone suddenly changed.

He sighed with a low sadness.

explain:

"Unfortunately, I have no choice. I can only pray to you like I prayed to Old K, to take away my beloved Elizabeth and Henry. For this, I can give you the wealth of the entire world!"

But you have to make a decision quickly, Mason.

Every second you hesitate, the creeping doom marches beneath the abyss.

In fact, I knew what you wanted to do from the time you named the drug ‘Hope’. You do have a warm and kind heart, young man.”

Captain Will patted Mason on the shoulder and said softly:

"Thank you for everything you have done for us, but it is too late."