Volume 2 Honoring Robin Chapter 15: Crawling Dreams in the Deep Sea
"These fool's gold can be used to make medicine, but the deep sea blood coral is not so good, and there is a curse on it. As for this ruby ghost ring, you have been deceived.
There's no magic in this thing.
Nothing good about her except her beauty.”
In the bamboo building at Turtle Island Pier, Constantine was squatting and picking out from a pile of magical items dumped on the ground.
These are the things that Mason and Kite Man brought back from Barbossa's treasure house. They urgently need a master appraiser to sort them out.
Mason was currently busy using enchantment techniques to process the production materials he had just obtained. He was wholeheartedly focusing on various production techniques and was unwilling to waste time on identification, so this job was given to the dark wizard Zha Kang.
However, Zha Kang's vision is not perfect.
"Idiot, you don't even know what the real treasure is."
Lady Catwoman used a whip to roll up the ring dropped by Zha Kang, held it in her hand and looked at it with an obsessed look, then put the pigeon egg-sized gem ring on her finger and looked at it.
Her other nine fingers were already covered with all kinds of luxurious jewels, and there were several jewel necklaces hanging around her neck.
She even had two ladies' crowns, one large and one small, tied in her hair.
It's like a mobile jewelry display stand.
Selina was immersed in the dual satisfaction of being a great thief and a woman. She looked at the gorgeous ornaments on her hands with a dazed look and said in a long, Versailles voice:
"These little cuties remind me of the feeling when my suitors gave me various gifts. Although it is intoxicating to see the light reflected from them, it is somewhat regrettable to think that they are given by others instead of being earned with my own hands.
Like all women, I love jewelry.
But I actually enjoy the excitement and pleasure of collecting them myself more.”
"This is easy!"
Zha Kang stood up and snapped his fingers while holding a cigarette.
Green fluorescent light quickly surged out and covered Selina, who was in a daze. In the blink of an eye, all the jewels on her body disappeared.
Catwoman glared at Zha Kang, who blew out a smoke ring and said with a wicked smile:
"I threw all those jewels that made you feel sorry all over the world. Now, Selina, you can enjoy the pleasure of personally retrieving the 'little cuties' from a world full of zombies."
"bass"
Sujie's eagle was unsheathed, shining with a cold light, and slashed at the grinning black magician amid Catwoman's gnashing teeth and screaming.
"Quiet! You're interrupting me while I'm processing materials."
Mason, who was busy at his workbench, turned around and called out.
The young man who aspires to become an excellent all-professional master has developed a habit of being very focused when working. He glanced at the angry catwoman and soothed her:
"The jewels are gone, Selina. They are only the smallest part of what we will get. Jack and Angelina have already contacted the Royal Fleet messenger anchored nearby.
Pirate kings will also arrive at Turtle Island one after another.
All subsequent contacts with them are yours to take. From Barbosa's reaction, you can see that our vaccine can be exchanged for anything you want in this world!
I think as a jewel thief you should perhaps have some lofty aspirations.
For example, the Mountain of Light on the crown of the British king..."
Mason shook his head, ignoring Selina's eyes which had become frighteningly bright, and continued to work on the materials at hand.
He held a piece of fine magic ore in his left hand and smelted it with magic fire, and then instructed:
"Beyond the list of supplies that Team K must collect, I can allow you to make additional requests to those who seek to purchase in order to satisfy your personal 'little hobbies'.
In short, let's negotiate terms with these forces as soon as possible, and then we can go back to Gotham.
It is not an easy task to steal enough vaccines from under Batman's nose. This is a goal that requires the close cooperation of Team K to achieve.
We need at least one million doses of vaccine as a first step to start the harvest season.
This is the first phase of continuing to tap into the world’s potential.”
"I'll get ready right away."
Lady Cat excitedly took the sword off Zha Kang's neck and left the bamboo building with the expectation of the upcoming harvest. The black magician curled his lips and opened the devil's box in the corner.
The cursed gold coins piled there illuminated Constantine's eyes. He turned back and said to Mason:
"We agreed before that these gold coins belong to me."
"No one is competing with you for it, but you don't need so much either."
The captain put the smelted magic metal aside for later use and responded without even looking up:
"You can use 300 of them to strengthen your magic. If you don't have enough, you can apply for more. I plan to use the rest to make some cursed bullets and weapons. These are very rare materials for making."
"300 coins are enough, but Mason, the curse on these coins is very troublesome. You may need some special skills to use them to make items."
Zha Kang held up a cigarette, covered his fingers with magic, grabbed a handful of bright yellow gold coins, tossed them up and down, and said:
"Their value lies in the curse attached to them. If the resentment is purified, then these gold coins will have no value."
"Thank you for your reminder. I will find a way."
Mason nodded and said nothing more. The dark magician looked at the time and saw that it was time for another pleasant drinking session.
He went out humming a song and hung out in the bars on the island, hoping to meet a sad lady with a complicated past in the medieval tavern again today, so that he would have the opportunity to comfort her soul and body.
Constantine was a prodigal son who knew how to please himself.
He never missed any possible romantic encounter, and he learned magic entirely because of his natural talent. Unlike Mason, he did not have to make things over and over again to master more advanced techniques.
Mason was the only one left in the bamboo house, but the young man was enjoying himself.
He hummed a local ballad with a lively rhythm, opened Old 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 materials into it.
Today he planned to try to make a downgraded version of the high-level vitality potion "Brown|Owl" used by demon hunters.
The main reason was that Mason had not had enough time and had hardly slept during this period. When he was tired, he would drink a bottle of energy potion. He drank too much in a short period of time and it seemed that he had developed some kind of "drug resistance".
The low-level vitality potion was becoming less and less effective on Mason.
The best way to deal with this situation is to stop using the medicine, resume your normal routine and adjust yourself. After a period of time, the medicine will take effect again.
But Mason didn't want to waste time.
He now had too many things to do, so faced with the situation where low-level potions were gradually becoming ineffective, he chose a simpler and more brutal way, using high-level potions to suppress his "drug resistance."
After unlocking the talent of [Quick Eyes and Quick Hands], Mason rarely made mistakes during the alchemy process. Now that he had obtained enough materials from Turtle Island, he felt that he could challenge a higher difficulty.
Everything is going smooth.
With the help of his extra-sensory senses that seemed to slow down time, Mason nodded with satisfaction as he watched the yellow spider venom begin to boil in the magic crucible and emit a strange smell.
While continuing to stir with a special touchstone, he picked up the enchanted verbena and threw it in, then took out a bottle of strong rum and bit open the cork.
He is not an alcoholic.
But strong liquor is one of the ingredients of this potion. In fact, all witcher's medicines require strong liquor. The higher the alcohol content, the better. I wonder if this is a tradition?
Or do those demon hunters just want to drink a lot while fighting monsters?
But at this moment Mason yawned strangely, as if a sudden drowsiness enveloped his mind. He didn't know if it was an illusion, but he could hear the clear sound of the sea splashing in his ears.
He shook his head to keep himself awake while pouring the liquor into the boiling crucible, and bit his lip to increase the intensity of the magic fire burning on his fingers.
But the sleepiness in my body became 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 his head tilted and slammed onto the workbench.
Almost instantly he was snoring.
He fell asleep incredibly quickly, but Mason's mind strangely remained awake even after his body fell asleep.
He looked as if his soul had left his body, staring blankly at himself sleeping soundly on the workbench in front of him, and tried to reach out and wake up this lousy alchemist.
"Hey! The potion is overcooking! You idiot! Get up!"
He slapped his head, but his outstretched hand just missed his skull.
"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 sharply. Then he saw the door to the second floor of the bamboo building being pushed open, and a tall, handsome black-haired pirate captain strode over with a sword.
He wore a gray-green pirate hat and a tattered cloak from his long voyage.
There were two flintlock rifles inserted in the leather belt around his waist, standard pirate attire, but Mason noticed the unique emblem on his belt.
It was a miniature emblem of a ship entangled in the tentacles of an octopus.
Every pirate and sailor on this sea who survived the first year of his career knew it.
"The Flying Dutchman? The cursed ghost ship?"
Mason looked at the young but experienced man in front of him in surprise. 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?"
"That's me."
The captain of the ghost ship politely bowed to Mason and gave a classic hat-off salute.
"You pulled me into the dream? Why ?"
Mason felt that the guy in front of him had no ill intentions, and he couldn't make an effective counterattack in his dream, so he could only ask a question. Mr. Will didn't waste time in greeting.
He used the power of the ghost ship to pull Mason into his dream not for the purpose of chatting.
"The Dutchman is near Turtle Island, but I can't go ashore so I can only talk to you this way, Mason."
Captain Will held up his pirate sword and said:
"I saw with my own eyes how you left and re-entered this world by miraculous means, Your Excellency, and that is why I came to find you.
I hope you can take my wife and son away, and take them away forever from this doomed world."
“This request was not unexpected.”
Mason nodded and said calmly:
"When I guessed your identity, I knew you were here for this, but the question is why? Will, can I call you Will?"
Captain Ghost nodded, motioning for Mason to continue with his question.
The young man organized his words and whispered:
"Since you have been using the power of the ghost ship to observe me, you should know that today I gave Barbossa the medicine that can prevent the Black Death and the ghouls.
I won't hide anything from you, Will.
I could get enough of this stuff, enough to give to every last survivor in the world.
Although they cannot rebuild civilization immediately with these drugs, after they have enough to resist the ravages of the virus, they can also try to rely on the ocean to recover 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 there is hope for you.
So, why do you still want me to take your wife and children away from this world permanently?
This is not something a responsible husband and father would do.
You have no idea what kind of person I am, yet you still entrusted me with such an important task. This means that you have either been tortured mad 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 Sea God, and walked where the worlds of the living and the dead meet. This allows me to see things that ordinary people cannot see.
In the occasional glimpse, you can even see the silhouette of the future.
I can only tell you this, Mason.
Your medicine is amazing, but it cannot change the end of this world. Everything is destined. This sudden outbreak of the Black Death is just a sign of the end of the world...
Even without it, the world would not survive much longer."
Captain Ghost paused and pointed at his own and Mason's eyes. His tone was calm as if he had accepted everything.
He said:
"If you're lucky, Mason, you'll see it for yourself. Then you'll realize that there's no point in struggling or submitting.
The end is there.
And it will come.”
"You sound like a lunatic with severe depression and world-weariness!"
Mason hated this "Riddler" tone.
He stared at Captain Weir and said in a louder voice:
"If you want me to take your wife and children away and take good care of them, then you have to tell me the answers I want to know, Will! Don't fool me with these poetic expressions.
You have to at least tell me who spread the zombie virus in this world?
You are a messenger walking between the human world and the devil's prison. You observe this world, and you definitely know the answer!
tell me!"
Will Turner did not answer immediately.
The cursed man who still maintained his human form in his dream looked at Mason with a rather strange look. When the young man felt uncomfortable all over, Will stepped forward, held Mason's left hand and pulled up his sleeve.
He looked at the tattoo on Mason's arm, then reached out and grasped the Cat School badge that Mason wore around his neck.
Will looked at it and whispered:
"A man called 'Old K'. You and he are from the same faction, 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 the same questions you have asked me, and what I just told you were the answers that Lao K once gave me.
It is your organization that is spreading poison in this world!
If I had a choice, I would have dragged you and your teammates to the bottom of the sea and drowned you when you entered this world, letting you endure the most painful torture in the world and then begging me to give you a quick death!"
The ghost captain's cold fingers touched Mason's neck, making the young man shudder, but the next moment, Will's tone suddenly changed.
He sighed with a low, sad tone.
explain:
"Unfortunately, I have no choice. I can only pray to you like I prayed to Old K. Take away my beloved Elizabeth and Henry. For this, I can give you the wealth of the whole world!
But you have to make a decision quickly, Mason.
Every second you hesitate, the creeping doom marches deeper into the abyss.
In fact, I knew what you wanted to do when you named the drug "Hope". You really 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."
