The Track of Dawn In the World of Marvel

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

  With the experience of using the unicorn's umbilical cord blood to make an antidote last time, Mason is obviously a lot more skilled in making recovery potions with the essence of Lazarus' Pool.

  These legendary materials have very strong adaptability, and there is basically no need for additional processing and can be directly added to the production process of the recovery potion to effectively improve the quality of the finished product.

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

  The most complicated potion he has on hand can't use such advanced materials.

However, the soaring quality of finished products brought about by the successful processing of legendary materials, so the super-high proficiency of the reward is still very fragrant. The new trait "Luxury Alchemist" transformed when adding alchemy Lv4 brings the quality of creations, making Mason I successfully made my second epic item tonight.

  Abyssal Restoration Potion

  Quality: Epic Alchemy Creation·Excellent Craftsmanship

  Effect of the item: Adding the water essence of the Lazarus Pool greatly increases the healing effect of the potion, which can heal all the following injuries of [dying], but the dark power of the water essence will also affect the mind of the user.

   Produced by: Mason Cooper

  Item description: If the Sangongmo knows that you are ruining its precious diluted blood like this, it will definitely send its fragrant and soft daughter to crush you to death.

   Successfully complete an epic-quality · excellent craft alchemy item production, successfully complete a legendary material fusion, and the alchemy skill proficiency will increase by X300.

"Ding"

  Mason stretched out his finger and flicked the small bottle of dark green recovery potion in front of him. He handed it to Charles beside him, motioning him to pour it down for Jason Todd.

   "Don't forget to tie him up in advance, that guy won't be subdued so easily."

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

   "To deal with this kind of stubborn ass, you have to use ruthless tactics! Take him there tomorrow night, let him see the existence of other worlds with his own eyes, and then find Zhakang to get him a blood contract or something."

   "I don't think it's safe."

  The kiteman threw the potion in his hand up and down, and said in a sinister tone:

   "Why don't you let John put a curse on him! Didn't he always boast that his curse can completely control the mind?"

   "Isn't this a bit too much?"

  Mason said playfully:

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

   "We intend to rob a doomsday world, and killed so many prisoners with a zombie virus, boss!"

  The kite man curled his lips and said:

   "Do you still think we are good people? Once these crimes are exposed, Bat Boy will definitely throw you and us into Arkham's VIP cell."

   "Well, it's true."

  Mason nodded approvingly, and waved Charles to do something.

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

   However, it was Mason's first time making Bone Spirit, a fairly advanced potion in Hogwarts, so he specially asked Grayson to buy a few more materials for backup.

   "I drank this stuff."

  When Mason processed as many as a dozen kinds of materials with enchanting skills and began to brew the medicine according to the records in the Encyclopedia of Potions, the kite man also strolled over.

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

   "I drank this stuff when you were operating on me to remove the bomb in the ruins of Hogwarts, my God, the feeling like my throat and stomach were on fire was so uncomfortable.

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

   That kind of pain is unforgettable. "

   "Isn't this just right?"

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

  Amidst the eruption of black sparks and smoke, he slowly stirred the already viscous liquid in the crucible, and whispered:

  "Barbara did something wrong, and this will be the time when she blames herself so much that she can't wait to kill herself. She needs this kind of pain that will never be forgotten in her life as her punishment.

  I don't understand psychology.

   But I know that sensory pain is not a bad thing for her at this point.

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

   Don't you think Barbara Gordon is a good fit? "

  The young man narrowed his eyes and said:

   "And she used to be Batgirl trained by Batman himself. Once her paralysis is cured, she doesn't need us to protect her at all.

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

  Actually, I thought about it, the current expansion of the K team to the current scale is enough.

  We don't need to recruit more main players.

  The best people picked from the Caribbean world are handed over to John and you, treating them as followers rather than combatants.

  The resources we can get are limited after all.

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

   "Well, boss, you always have such great ideas, I have nothing to add."

  The kite man said with a face of approval:

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

   Do you want to tidy up the things we don’t use at present, and then take them out and exchange them for some useful things? "

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

  Mason rubbed his chin, glanced around, and said:

   "I just took this opportunity to tidy up here, look at this mess! I'll find time to make something and bring it to the trade fair in a few days, and see if I can fool some fools."

   "Boss, is it really okay for you to be so straightforward?"

  Kiteman reminded:

   "I understand the truth, but this kind of thing should be more reserved?"

   "Sweep your land!"

  Mason stuffed a magic broom brought back from Hogwarts into the kite man's hand, drove him away from his potion, and continued to indulge in alchemy.

   Until the dawn of the next morning, Mason yawned and crawled out of the suitcase.

  In his hand, he is leaning on the penguin umbrella that has been fully remodeled for the second time. The umbrella surface is still black and double-layer bulletproof material, which looks very textured.

  Under the wide umbrella surface is a lightning scepter painted in a matte color, which is two circles thicker than a normal umbrella shaft, but the overall size of this umbrella does not look bloated and obtrusive.

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

  Just pull the spring to pull out the magical straight-edged sword named "Devil's Head" from the umbrella body. The exquisite mechanism box on the top has also been almost completely remodeled by Mason, and useless functions have been removed.

   Only the nozzle and gas tank of the fear gas, the EMP launch function of the intracranial disruptor, and the highly poisonous fighting spearhead made of the spider legs of the acromantula that can be ejected by twisting the handle of the umbrella remain.

   And there is a hidden switch in front of the handle of the already changed penguin umbrella, which is the last small change that Mason just completed an hour ago.

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

  From Mason's point of view, there is still room for improvement in the penguin umbrella, but there is no possibility of much improvement in design ideas.

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

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

   But that is destined to be a very distant time.

  He stood by the suitcase, took out a bottle of refreshment potion while stretching his body and poured it down, so that his face full of fairy spirit quickly regained his energetic posture.

   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 of more advanced energy supplements seems to have to be put on the agenda.

  He thought so, turning his head to look habitually.

   Whoa, good guy!

  On the bed that I haven’t slept in since I bought it, there are two beautiful girls who are hugging each other and sleeping soundly. The relationship between Dr. Harley and Poison Ivy is really good.

   It's almost like inseparable girlfriends.

   Mason withdrew his eyes from the white, green and green bed with such emotion, and picked up his suitcase to leave the shop. It would still be dawn, and there were still two hours before work.

  He released the kite man and asked him to gather friends and prepare for tonight's world crossing.

  Mason himself carried a suitcase and sat on his beloved flying motorcycle, and galloped towards Gordon's House when the morning light was rising in the gloomy Gotham.

  As a result, just as he fell from the sky and parked the blue motorcycle in the yard in front of Gordon's house, he looked up and saw Director Gordon with a haggard face coming out of the house carrying two large garbage bags.

  The old man looked as if he hadn't slept for a few days, his dark circles under his eyes suddenly aged many years.

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

   "She still won't come out?"

"Um."

  The old man sighed and said:

   "It's like the time after she was shot by the clown, shutting herself in the house and not talking to anyone, I used to think the disaster was over.

   But at the end of the day, I’m the only one who thinks the dark times are over, and everyone else is stuck in the past.

   I'm so slow, Mason, I almost lost her, almost lost my daughter.

the second time."

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

  Mason patted his suitcase and said:

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

   Ask Dr. Leslie two days off for me, if you can, will you?

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

   "I have nothing to worry about, you saved Barbara and this city."

  Gordon tried his best to show a smile, picked up a cigarette, stretched his shoulders, 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 in the car and leave, Mason stretched his neck and turned to enter the house. He walked to Barbara's door and knocked on the door very gentlemanly, saying:

   "Barbara, it's me, I came to see you, can I come in?"

   No one answered him.

  The room was as 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.

  The positioning is similar to that of a wrench and pliers. Its shape is not much different from an ordinary Swiss Army knife, but it is an item used by an engineer to mark his profession.

   This thing can hold up to seventeen tools in it, and the more it can hold, the more professional the engineer who made it is.

  Mason flicked.

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

   What caught my eye was Barbara sitting in a wheelchair. She was staying in a dark room with disheveled hair, her expression blank and numb, as if she no longer cared about everything outside.

   "A lot of people have entrusted me to see you, well, you know who those people are even if I don't tell you."

  Mason put the suitcase by his hand and opened it, took out the black liquid Skeleton Spirit and shook it in his hand to make it form a layer of gray foam before pulling off the stopper.

  Take a water glass and pour it into one-third of it, and put some lemon juice into the glass to cover up the uncomfortable bitter taste.

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

  He looked condescendingly at the gentle and sunny girl in the wheelchair, and said:

  “They prepared me a lot of heart-warming rhetoric, trying to get me to come and awaken the truth, goodness and beauty in your heart and the like, but I used those clichés as fuel for the alchemy cauldron without even looking at them.

  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. Be good, this stuff will be a bit bitter and painful to drink. According to the personal description of those who have drunk it, the taste is terrible.

  It's like **** life. "

  He stretched out his hand and clasped Barbara's chin, lifted her thin and ashen face, and looked at the pair of lifeless and evasive eyes.

   Mason brought the water glass to Barbara, his nominal adopted sister, with a smile.

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

  The first lemon-flavored and very bitter liquid was sent into her mouth, and the burning sensation rose in the throat as if swallowing a lump of carbon.

  Barbara immediately began to struggle instinctively, but Mason's movements did not lose shape at all.

  He just held Barbara's mouth like that, the strength strengthened by the blood of the unicorn made his fingers like iron clamps, and the very weak girl who hadn't eaten for a few days couldn't break free.

  More liquid was poured into Barbara's mouth and her teeth were forcibly closed to force her to spit it out. She could only swallow those scorching hot things.

  Wherever the Bone Spirit went, whether it was the throat, the stomach, or the burning pain that spread to the spine and lower limbs after the effect of the medicine took effect, the girl in the wheelchair was in so much pain that she couldn't help herself.

  She stuck her throat like she drank poison.

   In the embarrassing struggle, as Mason let go and took another step back, she fell to the ground and curled up like a painful caterpillar.

  Mason squatted down to observe Barbara's state.

He said:

"It's something that's good for you, even though it doesn't smell nice. It's like the nightmarish days you just had. There are two sides to everything, and there's no such thing as a bad thing in this world .

  The bitterness and resentment that were hidden in your heart have been released.

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

   Only you are still punishing yourself for your mistakes.

  This is your choice, no one else has the right to make irresponsible remarks, not even Dick Grayson and Bruce Wayne can stop you from continuing to be so silent.

  I'm just a doctor, Barbara.

  I am only giving you medicines that will make you better, and I am not responsible for giving any life advice. "

  The young man took out a handkerchief and helped Barbara on the ground wipe off the cold sweat on her forehead due to the pain. Even in this situation, the former Batgirl 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 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 journey that will not be found by anyone until you really figure out how to live the rest of your life .

  At ten o'clock tonight, Iceberg Bar.

  I'm only waiting for you for fifteen minutes. "

   After speaking, Mason stood up, picked up his suitcase and turned to leave, but just as he took a step, his trouser legs were pulled.

  The young man glanced back.

  Barbara on the ground grabbed his trousers and said in a hoarse voice:

   "Don't wait till night, get me out of here 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 entry." Team Test'.

  Remember!

  Before ten o'clock tonight, walk to the Iceberg Bar by yourself.

  Rehabilitation patients must exercise more.

  It is good for the body. "

  (end of this chapter)