"High-order alchemical compounds have been detected, and they are being analyzed... This item is the 'Legendary Item: Perfect Recovery Potion', which heals all injuries except [Death] and purifies all curses and negative status effects immediately after drinking.

Alchemy branch of high-level creation.

Servings【1/3】

This complete recipe requires Alchemy Lv7 to be parsed, and the 'Recovery Potion: Primary' recipe has been included. ”

A pulsing hint appeared in the translucent light curtain in front of Mason's eyes, and his eyes reflected the colorful streamers of light refracted by the amber liquid in the crystal bottle.

Maybe this thing represents the essence of the C-level personnel of the Stars Club, but the hole card that Lao K used for a desperate comeback has been held by the young man.

"Hagrid? Who's that? ”

Kneeling on the ground in front of him, the old K, who was weak and disarmed, gritted his teeth and asked.

His crossbow and hand crossbow had been damaged in battle, the Giant Hunting Knife was still stuck in the head of the Eight-Eyed Spider, and the one-handed sword he carried with him was already in Mason's hand.

He knew he was done, but he wanted to be a ghost.

"You just hacked Hagrid's family to death with Hagrid's knife and are still asking who Hagrid is? You're a cold-blooded man. ”

Mason put away the crystal bottle in his hand and said faintly, and Lao K completely understood at this moment, he coughed, covered his chest pierced by the poisonous spider's legs with difficulty, and said in a dumb voice:

"The giant zombie of the magic platform? It turns out that he is Hagrid... You! You already knew it when you gave me this knife... No! You've got a plan in place when you step here.

You know them!

Professor McGonagall who turned into a cat, Mr. Potter who had an invisibility cloak, Hagrid who raised monsters but died in a foreign land, Mao Mao, Aragog, Tooth and Tooth... You knew the world before you came, and you knew the world better than the stars...

Hehe, I actually recruited the Grim Reaper into my squad with my own hands.

I am truly honored and deserved! ”

The old hunter coughed up black blood, and he stared at Mason, who had picked up his golden sword, and said in a dumb voice:

"You, Mason Cooper, who the hell are you? What the hell are you doing hiding in Gotham disguised as a 17-year-old high school student? For a new life?

Bah!

You monster! ”

"I'm not a monster in your mouth, I know that all this is just a good blessing that comes with a new life."

Mason stepped forward with his sword, and he said to Old K:

"We really have no grievances, but I have to kill you now, and frankly, taking your life is not something that will make me feel happy."

"Then taunt me as much as you want, as losers do."

Old K lowered his head and let out a low laugh.

Seeing him grasp what hung on his chest with his bloody hand, Mason's eyes changed and he stepped forward and pressed the old hunter's shoulder.

The one-handed sword adorned with the handle of the golden eagle in his hand slashed through the blinding streamer, stabbed the old hunter's heart with a pop, and shattered the weak, beating thing with a flip of the wrist.

But in the next moment, his hand was clasped by Old K's fingers like a vice, pressing him to prevent him from drawing his sword.

"You're good..."

The old hunter whispered as if he had returned:

"But piercing the heart can't kill a witcher who has survived the trial of grass, and next time you should probably be more cold-blooded, which will allow you to go further on this path."

Mason sensed that the old guy was going to drag him to death, so he gritted his teeth and pulled out the double-barreled hand cannon on his waist and fired two shots at Old K's abdomen, almost tearing Old K's body apart.

But the old K did not fight back.

Instead, he dragged down with his other hand, and the thing that had been hidden in his clothes was pulled down by him, and handed it to Mason tremblingly.

Fingers spread.

Not a bomb, not a killing weapon that could destroy everything, just a bloody black pendant strung together with delicate chains.

It's like some kind of mystical symbol.

The thing bobbed between Old K and Mason, allowing the young man to see the carved pattern of it, which was carved like a panther.

"It's a 'cat.'"

Blood gushed from the corners of Old K's mouth.

He clutched Mason's sword-wielding hand, coughed, and said:

"And I'm the last cat... After my death, those stories are destined to be forgotten, and there is one less person who remembers the lost homeland. Take it, Mason Cooper.

Help them when they come to you.

You defeated me, you are stronger than me, and they need you more than me.

Mason!

Forever!

Never trust anyone in the Stellar Society!

Don't trust those hounds...

Don't be a hound.

Remember me as a loser, this is how the hound ends! ”

The old hunter's bloodstained, toxin-twisted face gave Mason an indescribable smile, and then he lowered his head, his breath cut off completely.

"Successfully execute a special humanoid creature and increase your combat skill proficiency."

The cold hint jumped into Mason's light curtain to confirm Old K's death, but the old hunter's last whisper left the young man with a puzzled face.

He broke off Old K's fingers and pulled out his sword, hesitated for a moment, and then took the black iron pendant he called "cat" from Old K's hand.

It can be seen that Old K cherishes this thing very much, and he has always kept it close to him.

Mason placed the pendant in front of his eyes, and a second later an information label popped up:

The Witcher: Cat School Legacy Badge

Quality: Epic Items, Craftsmanship

Traits: Non-Witcher bloodlines cannot be viewed

Effects: Most of the item's effects are only available to official witchers, but the special magical power added to its forging allows all wearers to sense a special magical change within 300 yards of the surrounding area, and to detect an approaching female caster as soon as possible.

Item description: Your badge is vibrating! I think you know what that means?

"That's it!"

The corners of Mason's eyes twitched.

In fact, when Lao K talked about the "Grass Trial" before, the young man already had a premonition, and now after getting Lao K's relics, he confirmed his guess.

He couldn't help but glance at the dead old K.

The guy didn't say his real name until he died, making it impossible for Mason to tell if he was one of some of the NPCs he was familiar with.

But what is certain is that the Stars Society has also set foot in the world of witchers and warlocks, and Old K is from there, but the last words show that although this guy is a member of the Stars Society, he doesn't seem to be of the same mind as them.

He seems to have a secret organization or something.

With this in mind, Mason crouched down in front of the old K, reached out and took his magic storage bag from the old hunter's waist and fumbled again.

This guy is really poor.

There was nothing but a sword and tattered leather armor on his body.

It should be that when his previous squad was wiped out, he lost almost all of his collection, and even the perfect recovery potion was only one drink to guess the tragedy of that battle.

"You only gave the badge and the sword, what about the most important Gwent card for you as a witcher?"

The young man complained, and when he was about to stand up, he reached out and grabbed the spider leg that pierced Old K's body, and pulled it out and threw it into his backpack.

He plans to go back and start modifying the penguin's armed umbrella, which can just replace the tip of the fighting spear, and it is also biologically poisonous, and it will kill if you poke it.

Mason stood up and made a triumphant gesture to the kite-man flying around in the sky to cover his vigilance, who let out a wolf-like laugh in the air, but the next moment he was happy and sad when the kite was blown by a gust of wind, causing him to fly downward and land on a deflected trajectory, falling diagonally in the direction of the Forbidden Forest.

Mason watched speechlessly as his foolish little brother screamed and fell into the Black Forest.

He breathed a sigh of relief and planned to pick him up on his motorcycle, but before leaving, he walked over to the corpse of the eight-eyed spider, removed Hagrid's hunting knife, and found two still-intact sacs and a large mass of spider silk that had begun to solidify in the spider's burnt abdomen.

These things may come in handy in the future.

He put on his invisibility cloak and returned to his flying motorcycle, and glanced at the sword with the hilt of the Golden Eagle in his hand, which was also a relic of Old K.

Mason put it in front of his eyes, and took out another rag to wipe the venom and blood off it, the blade still shiny and ethereal.

Its information tags also pop up so Mason can see its name and effect:

Sujay's Eagle Assasin Blade

Quality: Legendary Forged Item, Perfect Craftsmanship

Status: Extraordinary Sharpness, Lightness, Deadly Grace, Witcher's Forging Steelsword Transformation[Tenacity], Witcher's Enchantment, Infusion Enhancement [Break]

Effect: The light and deadly Assassin's Blade ignores all armor when attacking, and has a chance to deflect light with each swing, causing all nearby enemies to enter a [Blind] and [Stun] state.

Infusion [Break] extends the effective range of the Assassin's Blade, and inflicts the [Limb Break] effect on the attack.

Maker: Sujay of Saint-Denis

Item description: Old K sacrificed six of his "teammates" to get the sword, which brought him notoriety in the organization, but it was all worth it, right?

Mason's eyes narrowed when he saw the sword's instructions.

He probably guessed how Old K's last squad was wiped out, and he also guessed where Old K's last world was.

If the world gate used by Old K can be located, it means that as long as Mason goes back, he can also enter at least three other worlds through that door, including the world under his feet?

Don't forget that Old K is still a "distinguished guest" on the Queen Anne's Revenge.

"You're such a 'great traveler' that I can't help but start speculating about your magnificent story."

Mason took the last bit of fuel from his backpack and poured it on the corpse of Old K, who was kneeling there, and poured some more on the corpse of the eight-eyed spider, and set it on fire.

As the flames rose, the young man stepped on his scooter and flew towards the Forbidden Forest with his harvest.

After receiving the Kite Man, it is time to go back to the ruins of Hogwarts to find the relics left by Mr. Potter, and then they can say goodbye to this dangerous world and return to the warmth and peace of Gotham.

What the hell!

Mason didn't expect that one day he would use the words "peace and friendship" to describe Gotham's ghost place.

Just as he was complaining and advancing towards the Forbidden Forest, a miserable scream suddenly sounded from the forest in front of him, causing the young man to frown and immediately twist the handlebars to accelerate, and rush into the gloomy dense forest with a bang.

He soon saw the kite man.

The guy's green coat made him stand out here, but he was in a terrible situation, lying on a rock in a miserable posture of falling.

Mason gasped at the sight of the Kite Man as he jumped out of the car, the guy's abdomen and legs were almost completely torn apart by something like a claw.

"Run! Mason! ”

Upon seeing the young man rushing over, the dying kite man shouted with his bloodied hand:

"There's a dragon here! Fire-breathing dragons! It attacked me, it's still nearby... Come on! Stay back! Tell my son that his dad loves him... Run! ”

The kite man's shouts made Mason's blood cool in half.

He stopped where he was and looked back, and sure enough, a huge and terrifying shadow was sweeping over the Forbidden Forest, and the shriveled wings of the zombies were still hideous, and the shadows cast as they unfolded almost obscured the sky.

It was definitely not something that Mason's three crit shotguns of different sizes could deal with, and the young man turned and rushed to the side of the motorcycle, turning away with the kite man's relieved and regretful gaze.

The third-tier villain, Your Excellency, is lying on the blood-stained stone like a sacrifice to the zombie dragon, and he must still regret that he still can't set foot on the road back to his hometown after fighting and killing Lao K.

But in terms of a villain's career, his own end can be regarded as a unique classic, just ask those supervillains in Gotham City, which one is qualified to die in the mouth of a legendary dragon?

The VIPs of Arkham Asylum don't have that kind of treatment.

But soon, the kite man who was waiting for death with his eyes closed heard the roar of the engine from far and near.

He opened his eyes with difficulty and saw Mason in his invisibility cloak coming and going, jumping out of the car and striding over, dragging him into the car and racing into the car.

"It's useless."

The kite man struggled and said:

"Look at my wounds, I'm dead, don't bother, run, go tell my son, I..."

Before he could finish his last words, something as hard, long, warm as it was stuffed into his mouth, and it went straight into his throat to block all his words.

"You can tell your son what you want to say yourself, and don't shirk this responsibility."

Mason's eyes were full of distress and regret.

He looked at the perfect recovery potion poured out of the crystal bottle inserted into his little brother's mouth, and while twisting the handlebars and rushing out, he whispered:

"What you gave me a drink could have made me as rich as Bruce Wayne... So, you owe me more than one life, Charles.

Be prepared to work for the rest of your life to pay off your debts. ”

Obviously furious at the sight of the "food" being taken away, the zombie dragon took a deep breath in the air, and then spat out the zombie venom mixed with hot flames towards the fleeing flying motorcycle.

Before despair descended, Mason glanced at the conspicuous red button on the motorcycle's dashboard.

So, he pressed it without hesitation.

"Boom"

In the next moment, in the screams of the two men, blue flames erupted from behind the exhaust pipe of the flying motorcycle, and the speed instantly exceeded several times the speed of sound, and with a whoosh, they flew out of the burning Forbidden Forest and disappeared without a trace.

---

Two hours later, the kite man, who thought he was dead, woke up slowly, and the first thing he did when he opened his eyes was to touch his crotch.

Well, this action is somewhat obscene.

But the return of the little brother torn apart by the dragon's claws was a great luck for a man, so the kite man jumped in surprise in the next moment.

Everything that had happened before was like a nightmare.

But now that he had woken up from the dream, he not only felt that his whole body was full of strength, but even some old injuries on his body had been completely healed.

The whole person suddenly became several years younger, from an old man in his thirties to a golden state in his twenties.

He danced in place for a long time like a madman, and shouted to the sky to release the joy of escaping death, and only calmed down after a while of madness, and then took his tattered kite wreckage over and covered his indecent lower body to check left and right.

He found that he had returned to the other side of the lake.

And it was already evening, the blue airbike was quietly parked on the grass by the lake, and Mason Cooper was lighting a bonfire and cooking dinner in a pot.

Beside him was an old World War II-era men's black suitcase.

"I look like I'm missing out on a lot of things."

The Kite Man came over with a wink, sat down by the campfire, and said to Mason:

"The relics left by Mr. Savior have been found?"

"Well, it's in the abandoned spire attic, it's not hard to find, and there aren't even magic traps."

Mason touched the cat school badge hanging around his neck, patted the suitcase next to his hand, and said to the kite man:

"Let's rest here for the night, tomorrow morning... Let's go home. ”