Volume 2 Honoring Robin Chapter 57: The new lady who came to Cooper's shop is actually the assistant of the evil alchemist
Mason returned to his shop with a full harvest.
He was going to try to make a Quasar sidearm tonight to use as his own close combat self-defense weapon to replace the engineering sidearm which was not up to date.
But plans cannot keep up with changes.
Mason returned in a good mood and smelled a very 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 medicine that was burnt.
They are all made from boiled herbs so the smell is not too bad, but when they are combined together and inhaled, they make you feel dizzy.
The young man sighed, perhaps understanding what had happened.
He dragged his tired steps to the basement door, knocked on it, and then heard a clanging sound from inside. Then Dr. Harry, with a dark and gray face, opened the door for him with a smirk.
Dr. Harley changed into home clothes. Her white vest was bulging with her well-developed chest, which made Mason look away immediately.
Then he saw the alchemical crucible burning with black smoke and Poison Ivy standing beside the pot, frantically trying to cover up the "evidence".
"Let me guess."
Mason rolled up his sleeves and said:
"You added calla lily and monkshood into the alchemical solution in a ratio of three to five but did not process it in advance, which caused the calla lily seeds and the already toxic monkshood to produce a strange 'alchemical reaction'.
In my experience, you won't have more than two seconds to react.
Unfortunately, you failed to catch this critical moment and the pot of medicine was completely wasted."
"Completely correct!"
Dr. Harley, who was following behind Mason, stuck out her tongue and whispered:
"I told you that Ivy should take down those weird lotus seeds first, but she didn't listen to me."
"It's okay. This is a common mistake made by novice alchemists. I've also gone through that stage."
Mason did not blame Ivy who looked disappointed. Instead, he picked up the jar for handling waste medicine and cleaned the alchemy crucible quickly, and then took Old K's alchemy notes.
To Ivy:
“Look, there’s a red line drawn here.
This is to tell you that this step is very important and you must follow the steps. Although alchemy is incompatible with modern science, it is also a skill that requires precision.
In addition, material processing 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:
"You may want to start with the simplest alchemical solution. This material is the most basic of the basics in your subsequent studies."
"I'll take the liberty of asking."
Ivy was processing the raw materials honestly while whispering:
"How long will it take me to learn to make the three potions that can regulate my emotions and thoughts on my own?"
"Well, it depends on talent."
Mason rubbed his chin and thought for a while, then gave an optimistic answer:
"Given your perfect affinity with plants, I estimate that you can try to make sedatives in three months at most. The more difficult euphoria potion and the extremely complicated mitigation potion may take half a year or more."
"how about you?"
Doctor Harley, who was staring at the scene, asked curiously:
"Mason, how long did it take you to learn this?"
"Fifteen days."
Mason answered truthfully:
"My case is a special one. After all, people's talents cannot be generalized."
This seemingly humble but actually very Versailles answer made Harley and Poison Ivy look at each other in bewilderment.
But based on their experience of secretly trying alchemy in the past two days when Mason was away, they didn't think Mason was bragging or exaggerating the difficulty of this skill.
It is really hard.
Especially when there is a lack of scientific time measurement and everything is done at will and based on one's own conscience, it is just like a child playing house .
But there is ancient wisdom hidden in this nonsense.
With the same materials, Mason can make two bottles of good blood tonic, but Ivy can only get a pot of toxic black smoke residue.
Over the next half hour, Mason personally demonstrated the standard steps of alchemy to Ivy and taught her how to use four different sizes of hourglasses to tell time.
This is not mandatory.
Of course, clocks and timers can be used instead, but Mason feels that using an hourglass is more ceremonial and more in line with the mysterious atmosphere of alchemy.
He told Ivy not to practice too late and left the basement, preparing to enter the suitcase space to check the situation. Before entering, Dr. Harley, who was temporarily serving as the janitor of Cooper's store, suddenly told him:
"In the early morning, a very handsome guy delivered this box of medicine. Ivy checked it and found that it was made of very strange materials."
She pointed to the box behind the counter and said to Mason:
"That guy also asked me to convey his thanks to you."
"Don't worry about that infatuated guy."
Mason picked up the box and looked at Harley who was sitting behind the counter playing with her phone. He asked:
"What about you? How are you doing? Is there Harley Quinn talking to you in your head?"
"Not so exaggerated, Mason!"
Dr. Harley snorted, pushed up his glasses and said in a very academic tone:
"And that's not how psychology describes it. I don't have a split personality, Mason. It's just a psychological suggestion that only works under certain circumstances.
Ivy accompanied me to Dr. Leslie's clinic this morning, and the cool doctor told me the same thing.
I had to go to her twice a week for counseling, which I felt I could do on my own since Dr. Leslie majored in surgery.
And I am a serious psychology expert."
"Don't take anything related to Zhou Ke'er so lightly."
Mason shook his head and said:
"If you feel uncomfortable, take medicine immediately. I will keep three bottles of medicine on the counter for you. I'll ask you to help me watch the store tonight. You can rest after opening the store at 12 o'clock.
Oh, by the way, don’t mess with this box after I go in. If anything happens, just knock on the lid and I’ll know.”
"Ah? What are you talking about!"
Dr. Harley was a little confused.
She didn't understand what Mason said until she saw him open the suitcase and jump in with the medicine box.
The psychologist rubbed his eyes.
She looked at the retro suitcase that "swallowed" Mason like a monster, and she immediately felt that her worldview, which was no longer so stable, was impacted.
She felt her stress level rising.
So she decisively opened the secret compartment of the counter, took out a bottle of demulcent and poured it into her mouth.
"Well, Harry, that's nothing surprising, it's just the magic."
She patted her cheek and said to herself:
"Have you never seen anyone use magic before? Well, it seems that I have never seen it. Hiss, this young man who is ten years younger than me is really mysterious!
How many interesting things does he have hidden?
This Mr. K is much more mysterious than Mr. J."
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"Boss, you're finally here!"
The kite man, who had been waiting in the box for a day and a night, immediately became alert when he saw Mason enter this space. He put down the wrench and screwdriver in his hands, put the half-modified flight backpack there, stood up and said to Mason:
"You have to look at Jason Todd's condition. It seems that the Kryptonian treatment chamber can't handle such injuries."
"No way? Is it that serious?"
Mason put down the medicine box in his hand and followed the Kite Man to where the treatment cabin was stored.
Before, when there was Lao K's magic apartment in this space, it didn't seem that big, but now the magic apartment has been given to Zha Kang to be used as a wizard tower, leaving this place completely empty.
The things taken from Batman's laboratory and the Batcave were scattered around in a messy manner. At the edge, the three-headed dog Shaggy, the zombie dog Fang, and Miss Magg, who was fostered here by Selina, were trapped with chains.
The best-behaved Miss Mag 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 a lot of materials from the Caribbean world piled up here, and the Devil's Box is thrown on a pile of jewels.
For Mason, who likes everything to be well organized, such chaos makes him feel uncomfortable. Maybe he should spend some time planning the structure of this space later.
At least ten floors can be created at a height of 50 meters, so that the space will not be wasted.
"Well, it hasn't healed yet?"
Mason stood in front of the Kryptonian technology treatment cabin that was brought out of the Batcave, looking at Jason Todd who lay like a corpse inside.
After a day and a night, the second barrel that was almost torn to pieces had "begun to take human form", but unfortunately, the essence of the water from the Pool of Lazarus remaining in his body seemed to have been exhausted.
He could no longer sustain his healing.
"Should we use unicorn blood to save him?"
Charles said beside him:
"That's a bit of a waste, unless you plan to bring Jason into Team K as well.
This guy is very powerful and can fight Batman head-on. If he is equipped with special equipment, he can completely make up for our shortcomings.
But it’s hard to control.
This guy is an irritable and stubborn prodigal. Oh, by the way, Boss, this thing! I found it in Lei Xiaogu's ashes!"
The Kite Man picked up the Broken Cloak of the Assassin King from the table next to him. This thing was also a magic item, but it was damaged and required Lv3 tailoring skills to repair it.
But Mason was more concerned about the few things hidden in the tattered cloak.
Three crystal bottles filled with green liquid and an antique black sharp blade were the weapons that Lei Xiaogu used to fight Batman that night.
Mason reached out and touched the crystal bottle, and a message label popped up:
Essence of the Lazarus Pool
Quality: Legendary crafting material
Item Effect: The Lazarus Pool of unknown origin has the power to resurrect the dead and heal everything, almost granting immortality, but the water is cursed.
When you drink it, it will stimulate the shadow of the mind, and long-term use will change your thinking, will and personality.
Producer: Sangong Mo
Item Description: If you consider the diluted blood of a dimensional 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 life".
The young man took a look at the half-dead Ertong in the treatment cabin, curled his lips, took out a bottle of pool water, put it in the bag, and reached out to touch the black, slender straight-blade sword.
The entry for this sword caught Mason's attention:
Devil's Head
Quality: Legendary forging/enchanting/inscription creation, ultimate craftsmanship
Features: Close Combat Blade·Curse Penetration·Light as a Feather·Cutting Iron Like Mud·High-level Dark Inscription [Life Drain]·High-level 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 tremble in fear when holding this sword.
Tip: This weapon can be further forged to improve its quality and craftsmanship. But Ra's al Ghul is not dead, he will come to take back his sword.
The young man's fingers slid across the slender black blade.
He waved his hand a few times and felt its perfect balance and the ability to cut through metal and jade when chopping. In particular, the sword's blade was only two fingers wide, which made Mason immediately realize its best use.
He took out the Penguin Umbrella he had modified, compared the width of the sword with the width of Maxi Zeus' Lightning Scepter, and was pleasantly surprised to find that with only a slight modification, the sword could become the final accessory of the Penguin Umbrella.
Moreover, the hilt of the sword, which is carved into a black devil's head, is very suitable as the handle of Mason's portable umbrella, which is much cooler than a curved umbrella handle.
Even though I don't like close combat nor am I very good at it, if the enemy gets close to me and I run out of ammunition, I won't have to fight him with my bare hands, right?
I’m not a skilled boxer!
"Then the plan for tonight is to finish two barrels of life-saving medicine first, then polish my precious umbrella, and then find time to make a bone spirit."
Mason modified his plan.
The high-tech Quasar gun is very good.
But unfortunately I really don’t have time to make it tonight, things always have to take priority.
As he walked towards his alchemy table, he said to the kite man following behind him:
“Charles, go back tomorrow to pack up and spend time with the children, then bring the vaccines and we will go back to Caribbean World tomorrow night.
If Selena isn't available, forget it, it'll be the same if the two of us go."
"Okay, boss."
The Kite Man had no objection to this arrangement.
He excitedly took out his own modified drawings of the flying backpack and showed them to Mason. 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' basic abilities as an aerodynamicist, this thing will definitely fly, but how effective it is will require further practice and repeated modifications.
Mason made a few suggestions and suggested that the kite man equip the flying backpack with a thruster for emergency use. Then the two "craftsmen" began .
But soon, Mason grasped the Demon Hunter pendant that was trembling slightly on his chest. 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 where no one had come all night and go to bed, was about to pull down the roller shutter when she saw a beautiful girl with long black hair, wearing a magician's uniform, bold fishnet stockings, and a tall hat, suddenly appear like magic.
She walked straight toward Cooper's store, with anger on her pretty face.
"Where's John?"
Zatanna Zatara stood outside the 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 see me!"
"Huh? Who's John?"
Dr. Harley said in surprise:
"This is Mr. Mason's shop. I am his employee. Miss, would you like to come in and take a look at our magic potion? It's on sale today."
"What's so good about these low-level potions? Apart from the good craftsmanship, there is nothing special about them."
Zatanna stamped her feet in anger when she heard that Zha Kang was not here. She glanced at the store and said angrily and anxiously:
"He must have been here! My surveillance magic detected his presence. But it doesn't matter if he doesn't want to show up, because I'm done with him anyway.
But please tell him for me that something big is about to happen and ask him to return to the Mysterious House as soon as possible!
I can only wait for him for half a month!"
Having said that, the magician suddenly sniffed, and moved closer to Dr. Harry and sniffed it gently as if she smelled something strange.
This action made Dr. Harley take a step back immediately.
She didn't really like such intimate actions.
"Well, good luck to you."
Zatanna looked at Harley with pity and said softly:
"A shadow has grown in my heart, a bloodthirsty monster trying to break free from the shackles of reason, but the one who nurtured and controlled her has already passed away.
You gotta hurry up before you lose control, girl.
If you delay any longer, your illness will be incurable."
"Harley, who are you talking to?"
Poison Ivy's puzzled voice came from the basement. Just as Harley was about to answer, she saw the magician in front of her disappear strangely like a bubble.
This made Dr. Harley blink.
She felt like she had encountered something strange again... uh, maybe she was really hallucinating?
never mind.
I'd better take another bottle of medicine.
