Volume 4: The Last Day Chapter 5: The blonde girl who suddenly appears and has all sorts of connections is really suspicious!
Mason eventually plans to talk to the hunter again.
Although it was impossible to obtain the transfer gate from there, he was determined to do this and still hoped to get some useful suggestions. He first followed the process of the "Improved Version of Green Goblin Potion" provided by Consus, put the processed raw materials into the golden cup for purification, and then took the time to write a letter and sent it to Mr. Hunter through the captain's authority.
He then picked up a large amount of potion materials and put them into the refining array, intending to make a batch of advanced hunting potions "Thunder" for demon hunters for his team members.
This thing can greatly increase the user's attack power, making each attack have a strong magical paralysis effect, and can even fill both fists with tiny lightning bolts to increase destructive power.
It is said that the effect can be further enhanced in stormy weather.
This extremely unscientific effect is very useful in the marine environment of the Caribbean world. Apart from its extreme toxicity that needs to be weakened, this potion has almost no disadvantages.
Just as Mason clapped his hands and transformed the raw materials into more than a dozen bottles of thunder potion in the shining red light of the alchemy array, Mr. Hunter's reply also quietly appeared on his desk.
This time the reply was not an ordinary letter. When Mason saw it, the envelope floated up and twisted into the shape of a mouth.
"A roaring letter."
Mason was not surprised.
This is a magical effect originating from the Hogwarts system. Zha Kang also knows this and is summarizing the corresponding inscription system so that Mason can also use it.
"If you want to negotiate a transfer gate, Mason, I have to tell you that you can't. I applied for it for you yesterday after you called me a heartless superior.
but……"
Mr. Hunter's voice rang out from the letter, full of resentment that made Mason grin. He said:
"But you should have known the result before you applied. Sorry, I was in a bad mood last night. I sincerely apologize to you, my superior.
But that's not what I want to talk to you about. I just want to get some more advice from you before doing anything dangerous."
Mason put the materials on hand into the jar and shook it vigorously, saying in a relaxed tone:
"Hasn't there ever been a precedent for something like this? At least give me some lessons. The Star Club has been around for more than 20 years. Hasn't there ever been a C-level member with a conscience like me?"
He just meant it as a joke, but he didn't expect the hunter to fall silent.
Just as Mason blinked in surprise, wondering if he had said something he shouldn't have, the envelope in front of him made a sound again.
But this time, the hunter's voice was somewhat filled with complicated emotions.
She said:
“It has happened before.
But it happened so long ago, just after the first impact. There was a demon hunter... well, a guy like Old K. He received a mission to find something and then he witnessed the tragic scene after the impact in the target world.
He just wondered if he could be of some help.
He had been dissuaded from this venture, but he had as much conscience and stubbornness as you, Mason, and as much stupidity.
He did it anyway.
He did some things privately without any permission. At that time, the Star Society was just a makeshift team and there was no concept of the transfer gate. So he used his own world gate to rescue many people from that dying world, but he exposed the world coordinates and caused some unnecessary waves.
Although things finally had a relatively happy ending, unfortunately, the Star Club was under martial law at that time and his actions violated the regulations on secret operations.
They said he started a rebellion, and then..."
The hunter's voice fell silent.
Mason also stopped what he was doing. He roughly guessed whose story the hunter was talking about, but he didn't expect that there was such a hidden story behind it?
"So, you joined the Quint Club because of this incident, and then joined the Star Club under their arrangement?"
Mason asked quietly.
"What? Me?"
The hunter was a little flustered by the sudden question, and she said in an attempt to cover up her mistake:
"What does this have to do with me? I'm just using this incident to warn you, Mason, that what you are doing is very dangerous and you must think twice before taking every step, that's all.
There has never been a successful precedent for this before.
Because it is difficult for a single team to complete a large-scale transfer without support from headquarters.
Not to mention that the Star Society will monitor the operation of the World Gate. If you really want to try, my advice to you is not to act too early and wait until the signs of impact emerge. "
The hunter emphasized:
"At that time, the Star Fortress will enter the 'high-dimensional' mode of monitoring the entire parallel world system, and will not have the extra energy to track the operation of each world gate.
That's your only chance to avoid being discovered.
But the problem with doing this is that the time left for you will be greatly reduced. Generally speaking, the time from the emergence of signs to the actual occurrence of an impact will not exceed 48 hours.
With only two days, you can't even gather the survivors, let alone send them all to another world."
"That's what I need to worry about."
Mason wrote down the hunter's warnings, and then he asked:
"What's the witcher's name?"
"Um?"
The hunter snorted in surprise, and Mason asked:
"That's the witcher you just mentioned who was executed as a traitor for saving people. What's his name? Old K told me before that he admired a witcher named 'Geralt' nicknamed 'White Wolf' the most. Is that him?"
"Um."
The hunter snorted in response, and after a moment she added:
"It was after hearing about that incident that Old K decided to join the Star Society. Before that, he was just one of the countless ronin."
"I see."
Mason nodded, and then they both fell silent. After a few seconds of awkwardness, Mason took the initiative to speak:
"Whether a person deserves to live when the end comes cannot be determined by whether he is valuable in the eyes of those who can make the decision... We are all members of the Star Society, and the only thing that distinguishes us from those hounds we despise cannot be just ideas.
I think now I can finally understand why you said that Old K was in so much pain in the last period of his life."
"Um?"
The hunter said with a hint of sarcasm:
"How can you gain new insights just by listening to a story? I'm pretty free now, so tell me about it."
"Disappointment, I guess."
Mason hesitated for a moment, but decided to tell the hunter what he was thinking. He poured out the purified potion from the golden cup and continued processing it. He said to the envelope in front of him:
"He joined the Gwent Club to seek revenge or inherit some of Geralt's legacy. After all, the Gwent Club claimed to do something different from the Stellaris Club. However, after joining, K worked for them for a long time and finally realized that both sides were just the same kind of people.
No, Quint would be worse!
At least the Star Society did save some people before it fell, but the secret actions of the Quint Society did not have any meaning of salvation, at least I didn't see it.
Lao K can neither take revenge nor save anyone. He probably feels like a clown with a puppet. No wonder he told me not to trust anyone.
Perhaps he meant that that even includes you, Hunter.
Perhaps in Old K's eyes, you are no different from a hound."
This statement was obviously somewhat offensive, but what was even more surprising was that the hunter did not refute it. She asked back:
"Mason, let me ask you, if one day I ask you to spread a virus to a certain world..."
"I would refuse."
Mason answered without thinking:
"And I don't think you would let me do this. You know I have my own principles. I can't do what you think."
"But what if I told you that doing these dirty work is for a greater purpose?"
The hunter asked in a louder voice:
"To achieve a great goal of rectifying chaos, one must make some sacrifices, even one's own conscience..."
"I'm not afraid of getting my hands dirty, but what does your potentially great goal have to do with me?"
Mason piled the processed raw materials in front of him together, crossed his hands and activated the alchemy array, and in a flash of red light, more than a dozen bottles of potion were made.
While checking the quality, he said confidently:
"First of all, if your great goal requires me to sacrifice a world to help you achieve it, then your goal itself is not 'great' at all!
Secondly, if you can’t even maintain your conscience in the present, how can I believe that the future you claim will be better than the present?
Mr. Hunter, let me ask you, would you believe a person who swears to save the world but turns a blind eye to a little girl who falls in front of him?
If you believe that, you are a total idiot."
The cabin fell silent again.
The roaring letter in front of Mason maintained a slightly open mouth posture.
It was obvious that Mason's sharp question had left the hunter speechless. After several seconds of silence, the roaring letter in front of him burned, indicating the end of the call.
Before the thing turned into flying ashes, the hunter's voice came out of it.
She seemed to have made some kind of decision and said:
"I'll apply for a transfer gate for you again. Wait for my news this time, Mason. Don't rush to do anything yet."
"Mason! Are you there?"
Barbara's voice also sounded from outside the cabin at this time. When Mason turned around, a gentle smile was on his face. He said to Barbara who came over:
"What's wrong?"
"There's a very important call here that you need to answer."
Batgirl handed over her communicator.
Mason looked at the strange number on the communicator in surprise and questioned Barbara with his eyes. The latter whispered to him what had just happened.
Mason's expression also became strange.
He placed the communicator on the table and activated the holographic voice. The next moment, the figure of the mysterious man appeared in front of the two of them.
She was no longer in her palace full of regional style, but appeared in an office that looked very luxurious, sitting at the desk writing and drawing something.
After looking up and seeing Mason, the blonde smiled brightly, waved at him, and said:
"Hey, little Mason, nice to see you again. Come on, tell me how many transfer gates you need now. I'll arrange for someone to send them to you right away."
"Who are you? If you can give me a transfer gate just by asking me to, you must be a great mentor at least."
Mason raised his eyebrows and said:
"It is rumored that the Grand Master of Warlocks is a gloomy man. So you are the Master Swordsman? Why are you helping us? Just because we met by chance before?"
"You saved me, have you forgotten?"
The swordsman pretended to be dumb and said:
"When I was at my weakest, you helped me bandage my wounds and stop the bleeding, Mason. This is a life-long friendship. What does this little thing mean now?"
“Are you kidding me?”
Mason felt that the guy in front of him who was trying to "get away with it" was insulting his intelligence. He shook his head and said:
"I really need help, but unsolicited kindness is definitely very expensive, so if you don't make it clear, I really don't dare to accept it."
"Why think so much?"
The swordsman glared and said:
"You must have looked for the hunter, but I don't think she can help you because the organization she belongs to is a bunch of... uh, how should I put it? Anyway, they are not very normal.
And her brain is simply not suitable for playing with those people.
But I'm different.
The secret organization I belong to is very good. The members are friendly, the goals are clear, and the rewards and punishments are clear. We don't do those empty things. We gather together just to live a better life.
Mason, I saw your potential firsthand in the Isu world, so I decided to give you a little treat and bring you into our organization.
Hunter's got you down, hasn't he?
Don't be sad.
She is just like that. She is not a bad person, but she is cautious when doing things, like a puppet who only moves when someone kicks her.
Come on, tell me how many transfer gates you need?
Hurry up!
It takes time to deceive superiors and subordinates. If you miss this opportunity, you will never get it again."
Mason really wanted to tell the blonde in front of him that the hunter did not disappoint him and in the Riddler-like conversation just now, he was sure that he had pulled the hunter a little bit away from the Quint Club and towards his side.
However, I can take advantage of this good opportunity that has come to my doorstep...
"I say, aren't you being too straightforward?"
Mason raised his eyebrows and said:
"You also have a secret organization. Don't tell me that warlocks also have a secret organization? What's wrong with you three great mentors? Don't you hide from others when you form such a small group?"
"Oh, Warlock isn't like that. He doesn't have any secret organization. He's just a loyal dog... well, that's not quite right."
The swordsman scratched his head, organized his words, and said:
"He probably sincerely believes that the current model of the Star Club is the best. He is devoted to helping Lord Destiny maintain the existence of the Star Club and basically does not participate in other things.
As long as you don't mess with him, he's actually pretty easy to get along with.
But unfortunately, you have already offended him, Mason, you killed Wesker with your own hands... Well, let's not talk about this anymore, do you want the transfer gate or not?"
"want."
Mason glanced at Barbara and said:
"There are only a million people left in this world."
"Tsk, tsk, how miserable."
The swordsman curled his lips, scribbled something on the paper in his hand, and said:
"It seems that the main body of civilization has collapsed. No wonder the hunter doesn't help. She really can't help with this kind of thing. Only a fearless young man like me would dare to jump into this mud pit.
A set of 40% new semi-obsolete transfer gates is enough. They have entered the destruction procedure and are no longer in the sequence. They can probably be used two or three times before being scrapped.
At full capacity, everyone can be sent away within 36 hours. Do you need a safe target world?
How about I provide you with one?"
"Hiss, you're a little too enthusiastic. I feel like I'm selling my body now."
Let alone Mason, even Barbara thought this was unreliable. Batgirl raised her eyebrows and complained:
"We don't have anything to offer as payment."
"You're the only ones who talk too much nonsense!"
The swordsman glared and threw the paper in his hand into a swirling light curtain. She picked up her ice cream bucket and said:
"I've already told you that I don't need to be paid this time, but after this is over, you have to meet with me, in a very private way, so you'd better be prepared in advance.
Besides, you guys were the ones who killed Sandstorm, right?"
Mason nodded.
Then he heard the swordsman eating ice cream and saying to him:
"Be careful of Norman Osborn, that guy is a real ambitious man. He has also tried to contact us, but I guess he definitely didn't tell you about it.
He wanted to use our power to infiltrate the Star Club. He thought that if he was given enough opportunities, he could make a career. Well, this character alone is very much to the taste of the Hunters' supporters."
"Then why did you reject him?"
Mason asked in surprise:
"From what I know, the intelligence network in the hands of the old Green Goblin is very valuable."
“It’s very simple!”
The swordsman stretched out his finger to hook the cream on the corner of his mouth. She pinched her fingers, glanced at Mason, and said:
"He is not one of us, so we have no interest in his ideas and are too lazy to even listen!"
After saying that, the communication was disconnected at this moment, and the swordsman's holographic projection dissipated bit by bit, but her final answer made Mason feel confused.
What does it mean to be not one of your own? If you do not accept them and do not give them a chance to show their loyalty, how can strangers become one of your own?
That doesn't make sense.
"Mason, do you think she can be trusted?"
Barbara said worriedly behind the captain:
"This gift is a bit too hot to handle. To be honest, I am a little uneasy. We can understand why Mr. Hunter cannot help, but the swordsman is so enthusiastic that I suspect she has other intentions."
She glanced at Mason and whispered:
"Maybe she really likes you..."
"Well, if I can really sell myself for this much, I won't lose anything. That's the lives of a million people."
Mason curled his lips and joked:
"We'll think about the rest later. At least we have the portal now. Let's go find Jack. I need to talk to him. It's time for him, a fugitive pirate, to do more for his hometown."
"But the hunter's side?"
Batgirl whispered:
"Should we change our allegiance and join the swordsman? Actually, I think Mr. Hunter is a nice guy. He even risked his life to go to the Isu world to save us."
"No, Barbara, we don't rely on anyone! This is just a private gift of mutual assistance, and it has nothing to do with the division of power. Team K must open their eyes and not be deceived by other people's so-called lofty goals and ideals.
We have our own goals, and naturally we have our own path to follow.”
Mason narrowed his eyes and said:
"As for the hunter, she still has a conscience, so she can still be saved, but those people behind her...tsk, they are just a bunch of hypocritical bastards."
