Volume 2 Honoring Robin Chapter 58 Dr. Mason is not responsible for giving patients any life advice
With the experience of making an antidote with the unicorn's umbilical cord blood last time, Mason was 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 basically do not require additional processing. They can be directly added into the production process of recovery potions 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 any high-end way to use them now.
Even the most complicated potion he had didn't require such high-grade materials.
However, the high proficiency rewarded by the quality of the finished product after successfully processing the legendary materials is still very attractive. In addition, the new trait "Luxury Alchemist" transformed at Alchemy Lv4 brings about an improvement in the quality of creation, allowing Mason to successfully make his second epic item tonight.
Abyssal Restoration Potion
Quality: Epic alchemical creation, excellent craftsmanship
Item Effect: Adding the essence of the Lazarus Pond greatly increases the healing effect of this potion, allowing it to heal all injuries below [Near Death]. However, the dark power of the essence of the pool water can also affect the mind of the user.
Producer: Mason Cooper
Item Description: If the Three Palaces Demon knew that you were wasting its precious diluted blood like this, it would definitely send its sweet and soft daughter to crush you to death.
Successfully complete the production of an epic quality, excellent craftsmanship alchemical item, successfully complete the fusion of legendary materials, and increase alchemical skill proficiency 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 and motioned him to give it to 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 to prepare the next dose of potion, he also instructed his younger brother:
"To deal with this stubborn guy, we have to use ruthless tactics! Bring him along tomorrow night, let him see the existence of other worlds with his own eyes, and then find Zha Kang to make a blood contract for him or something."
“I don’t think that’s safe.”
The kite flyer tossed the potion in his hand up and down, and said in a sinister tone:
"Why not let John cast a spell on him! Didn't he always boast that his curses could completely control the mind?"
“Isn’t this a bit too much?”
Mason said in a playful tone:
"Will he think we are bad people?"
"We were planning to rob a post-apocalyptic world and killed so many prisoners with the zombie virus, boss!"
The kite flyer curled his lips and said:
"Do you still think we are good people? Once these crimes are exposed, Batman will definitely throw you and us into Arkham's VIP cell."
"Yeah, that's true."
Mason nodded in agreement and waved his hand for Charles to do his work.
He continued to work on the materials in front of him. There were still five hours before dawn, so he had plenty of time.
However, this was the first time Mason had made Bone Spirit, a fairly advanced potion at Hogwarts, so he asked Grayson to buy a few more ingredients as a backup.
“I’ve drunk this stuff.”
When Mason had processed more than a dozen materials using enchantment techniques and began to brew medicine according to the records in the magic potion encyclopedia, the kite man also strolled over.
He glanced at the book, shrank his head, and suggested to Mason:
"I drank this stuff when you were performing surgery on me to remove the bomb in the ruins of Hogwarts. God, it felt like my throat and stomach were burning. It was so uncomfortable.
If you're going to give this to Miss Barbara, I think you should find a way to mitigate its side effects.
The pain was unforgettable.”
"Isn't this just right?"
Mason took the dropper and dropped three drops of the purple drug extract into the crucible.
Amid the explosion of black sparks and smoke, he slowly stirred the already viscous liquid in the crucible, whispering:
"Barbara has done something wrong, and now she feels so guilty that she wants to kill herself. She needs this kind of unforgettable pain as a punishment for herself.
I don't understand psychology.
But I know that at this moment, sensory pain is not a bad thing for her.
Charles, do you think Team K 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:
“Besides, she was once Batgirl, trained by Batman himself. Once her paralysis is cured, she won’t need us to protect her at all.
When necessary, he can even charge into battle alongside Jason. This kind of perfect all-rounder is exactly what we need most right now.
Actually, after thinking about it, I think it is sufficient for Team K to expand to its current size.
There is no need for us to recruit more main forces.
Those outstanding talents selected from the Caribbean world will be handed over to John and you, and you will treat them as followers rather than combatants.
After all, the resources we have access to are limited.
We don’t have the energy to train more people at the same time, what do you think?”
"Well, boss, your ideas are always so great, I don't have anything to add."
The kite man said with a look of approval:
“But the Star Club’s trade fair will be held a few days after we return from the Caribbean World. Didn’t Mr. Hunter tell us to attend?
How about we sort out the things we don't need right now and exchange them for something useful?"
"The past few days have been so exciting that I almost forgot about it."
Mason stroked his chin and glanced around, saying:
"This is a good opportunity to clean up this place. Look at the mess! I'll make something in a few days and take it to the trade fair to see if I can fool some fools."
"Is it really okay for you to be so blunt, Boss?"
Kiteman reminds:
"I understand the truth, but shouldn't we be more reserved about this kind of thing?"
"Go sweep your floor!"
Mason stuffed a magic broom he brought back from Hogwarts into the hands of the Kite Man, drove him away from his medicine pot, and continued to indulge in alchemy.
It wasn't until dawn the next morning that Mason yawned and climbed out of the suitcase.
In his hand he held the penguin umbrella which had undergone its second comprehensive transformation. The umbrella was still made of black double-layer bulletproof material and looked very textured.
Under the wide umbrella is a lightning scepter that is spray-painted in a matte color. It is two circles thicker than the average umbrella pole, but the overall size of the umbrella makes it not look bloated or abrupt.
The original curved umbrella handle has been replaced with a black devil sword handle.
The magic straight-blade sword called "Devil's Head" can be pulled out from the umbrella body by just pulling the spring. The exquisite mechanism box on the top has also been almost completely modified by Mason, and all useless functions have been removed.
Only the fear gas nozzle and tank were retained, as well as the EMP launch function of the intracranial disruptor and the highly toxic combat spear head made from the legs of an eight-eyed giant spider that could be ejected by twisting the umbrella handle.
There is also a hidden switch on the front of the handle of this greatly changed penguin umbrella. It was the last small change that Mason had just completed an hour ago.
That would be a "surprise" he hid for a friend he didn't know yet but would definitely have an intersection with in the future.
From Mason’s perspective, the Penguin Umbrella still has room for improvement, but there is not much potential for improvement in design.
The next thing to do is to find better materials to make the main body of it to improve the quality of this weapon in its "normal form".
Mason really hopes that he can finally own a legendary penguin umbrella.
But that is destined to be a thing of a very distant time.
He stood beside the suitcase, stretched his body, took out a bottle of stimulant and drank it, making his fairy-like face quickly regain its energetic look.
But Mason frowned.
He could clearly feel that after the vitality potion, the effect of the stimulant began to decrease.
It seems that the production and search for more advanced energy supplements must be put on the agenda.
As he thought so, he turned his head out of habit.
Wow, good job!
On the bed that he had never slept in since he bought it, there were two beautiful girls sleeping soundly in each other's arms. Dr. Harley and Poison Ivy had a really good relationship.
Just like inseparable best friends.
Mason sighed as he withdrew his gaze from the white and green bed, picked up his suitcase and left the shop. It was still dawn and he still had two hours before work.
He released the kite man and asked him to call his friends to prepare for tonight's world crossing.
Mason himself carried his suitcase and got on his beloved flying scooter, speeding towards Gordon's House as the morning light rose over the dark Gotham.
As a result, as soon as he landed from the sky and parked his blue motorcycle in the yard in front of Gordon's house, he looked up and saw Chief Gordon, who looked haggard, walking out of the house carrying two large garbage bags.
The old man looked like he hadn't slept for several days. The dark circles under his eyes made him look many years older.
Mason took off his cycling helmet and hung it on the handlebars, then took out his keys and helped Gordon share a bag of garbage, then said to the silent chief:
"She still isn't coming out?"
"Um."
The old man sighed and said:
"It was just like the time when she was shot by the Joker, 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 still 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've brought her a present."
Mason patted his suitcase and said:
"If you feel comfortable leaving your daughter and me here, why don't you go to work. Gotham has just been in chaos, and if you, as the police chief, are not on duty, a lot of trouble will happen.
If you can, could you please ask Dr. Leslie for two days off for me?
I was afraid that if I asked for leave again, she would really fire me.”
"Why should I be worried? You saved Barbara and this city."
Gordon tried to smile, took a cigarette, stretched his shoulders, walked to his car, turned back and said to Mason very seriously, even with a hint of pleading:
"Please, Mason."
"Well, leave it to me. "
After watching Gordon, his nominal guardian, get into the car and leave, Mason stretched his neck and turned back into the house. He walked to Barbara's door, knocked politely, and said:
"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 no one was there.
The young man shrugged and took out a strange-looking "dwarf saber" from his arms.
This thing is one of the tools of engineering.
Its positioning is similar to that of a wrench and pliers, and its appearance is not much different from that of an ordinary Swiss Army knife, but it is an item that an engineer uses to symbolize his or her expertise.
This thing can hold up to seventeen tools. The more it can hold, the more professional the engineer who made it is.
Mason flicked it casually.
A delicate lock pick popped out of the saber and he opened the door in no time.
What came into view was Barbara sitting in a wheelchair, with disheveled hair, in a dim room, with a blank and numb expression, as if she no longer cared about anything in the outside world.
"A lot of people asked me to come and see you. Well, even if I don't tell you, you know who those people are."
Mason placed the suitcase beside him and opened it, then he took out the black liquid Bone Spirit and shook it in his hand, letting it produce a layer of grey foam before pulling out the cork.
I took a water glass and poured it into one third of the glass, then added some lemon juice to 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 heartwarming words for me, trying to get me to come and awaken the truth, goodness and beauty in my heart, but I used those clichés as fuel for the alchemical crucible without even reading them.
I'm not here to tell you to forget the past, Barbara.
My purpose for coming here is very pure.
I'm just here to give you something you shouldn't lose... Be good, this thing will taste a little bitter and a little painful, and according to personal descriptions of people who have drunk it, it tastes terrible.
Just like life is fucking like that.”
He reached out and grasped Barbara's chin, lifting up her thin and gray face and looking into her lifeless and evasive eyes.
Mason brought the glass of water to Barbara, his nominal adopted sister, with a smile.
"I know your birthday is coming up soon, so, happy birthday, Barbara."
The first stream of lemon-flavored and very bitter liquid was sent into her mouth, and the burning sensation rose in her throat as if she had swallowed a piece of coal.
Barbara instinctively began to struggle immediately, but Mason's movements did not change at all.
He just held Barbara's mouth, and the strength strengthened by the unicorn's blood made his fingers like iron clamps, and the girl, who hadn't eaten for several days and was very weak, couldn't break free.
More liquid was injected into Barbara's mouth and her teeth were forced together, forcing her not to spit it out. She could only swallow the carbon-hot stuff.
Wherever the bone-growing spirit reached, whether it was the throat, stomach, or, after the drug took effect, began to spread to the spine and lower limbs, the burning pain made the girl in the wheelchair unable to control herself.
She felt a lump in her throat as if she had drunk poison.
After a desperate struggle, Mason let go and took a step back. She fell to the ground and curled up like a caterpillar in pain.
Mason squatted down and observed Barbara's condition.
He said:
"This is something good for you, even though it tastes unfriendly. Just like the nightmare days you just went through. Everything has two sides, there is no such thing as only bad things in this world.
The bitterness and resentment that you had been harboring deep inside of you have been released.
Maybe you don't believe it, but no one blames you.
You are the only one who is punishing yourself for your mistakes.
This is your choice, and no one else has the right to say anything. Even Dick Grayson and Bruce Wayne can't stop you from remaining silent.
I'm just a doctor, Barbara.
I can only give you medicine that will make you better, not any life advice."
The young man took out a handkerchief and wiped the cold sweat from Barbara's forehead due to pain. Even in this situation, the former Batgirl gritted her teeth and said nothing.
Mason was silent for more than ten seconds, then said:
“But I can give you a choice.
If you want to temporarily escape from this life that makes you feel at a loss and 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...
Tonight at 10pm, Iceberg Bar.
I'll only wait for you for fifteen minutes."
Mason stood up, picked up his suitcase and turned to leave, but as soon as he took a step, his trouser leg was pulled.
The young man glanced back.
Barbara on the ground grabbed his trouser legs and said in a hoarse voice:
"No need to wait until night, take me away now, Mason, this place... this city... is driving me crazy."
"OK."
Mason shrugged and said to Barbara on the ground:
"Then stand up."
"I can't. I..."
"I said! Stand up!"
Mason emphasized in a cold voice:
"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 test'.
remember!
Walk to the Iceberg Bar by yourself before 10 o'clock tonight.
Rehabilitation patients must exercise more.
It’s good for your health.”
