With the last experience of making an antidote from unicorn's cord blood, Mason was significantly more adept at using the essence of Lazarus' Pool to make a recovery potion.

These legendary materials are very adaptable, and they can effectively improve the quality of the finished product by adding them directly to the recovery potion during the production process.

Of course, this is a very low-end way to use them, but Mason doesn't have a high-end way to use them right now.

The most complex potion he had at hand didn't use such high-grade materials.

However, the quality of the finished product after successfully processing the legendary material has skyrocketed, so the super high proficiency reward is still very good, and the new trait "Luxury Alchemist" transformed when adding Alchemy Lv4 brings about an increase in the quality of creation, allowing Mason to successfully make his second epic item tonight.

Abyss Recovery Potion

Quality: Epic Alchemy Creation, Excellent Craftsmanship

Item Effectiveness: The Pool Water Essence added to Lazarus' Pool greatly increases the healing effect of this potion, which can heal all the following injuries of [NDE], but the dark power of the pool water essence will also affect the mind of the user.

Maker: 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 own fragrant and soft daughter to pinch you to death.

Successfully completed an Epic Quality Excellent Craft Alchemy Item Crafting, successfully completed a Legendary Material Fusion, and increased Alchemy Skill Proficiency by X300.

"Ding"

Mason stretched out his finger and flicked the small vial of dark green recovery potion in front of him, and he handed it to Charles, who was beside him, and motioned for him to pour it down on Jason Todd.

"Don't forget to tie him up in advance, that guy won't be so easy to succumb."

While the young man was packing up the cauldron and distillation tube to prepare for the next potion of potion, he told his younger brother:

"You have to use ruthless tricks to deal with this stubborn donkey! Take him with him tomorrow night, let him see the existence of other worlds with his own eyes, and then find Zakang to get him a blood pact or something."

"I don't think it's safe."

The kite man threw the potion in his hand up and down, and said in a grim tone:

"Why don't you let John cast a spell on him! Didn't he keep boasting that his curse had complete control over his mind?"

"That's a bit too much, isn't it?"

Mason said in a playful tone:

"Does it make him think we're bad people?"

"We're planning to loot a post-apocalyptic world, and we've killed so many prisoners with the zombie virus, boss!"

The kite man pouted and said:

"Do you still think we're good people? If you commit these crimes, Batboy will definitely throw you into Arkham's VIP cell with our own hands."

"Well, that's right."

Mason nodded approvingly and waved his hand for Charles to do something.

He continued to work on the material in front of him, and now that there were still five hours before dawn, he had plenty of time.

However, it was the first time that Mason, a potion that was quite advanced at Hogwarts, had made it, so he had Grayson buy a few more materials for backup.

"I've drunk this thing."

When Mason finished processing as many as a dozen materials with enchantment techniques and began to brew medicines according to the records of the Potions Encyclopedia, the Kite Man also walked over. ….

He glanced at the book, then shrank his head, and suggested to Mason:

"I drank this stuff when you operated on me to get a bomb in the ruins of Hogwarts, and oh my God, it felt like my throat and stomach were burning.

If you're going to give this to Miss Barbara, I think you should find a way to reduce its side effects.

The pain is unforgettable."

"Isn't that just right?"

Mason took the dropper and dropped the purple drug extract into the crucible three times.

In black sparks and smoke

In the explosion of qi, he slowly stirred the already quite viscous liquid in the crucible, and whispered:

"Barbara has done something wrong, and this is the time when she blames herself so much that she wants to kill herself, and she needs this pain that she will never forget as a punishment for herself.

I don't know much about psychology.

But I know that at this time, sensual pain is not a bad thing for her.

Charles, do you say that Team K still needs a logistics member who specializes in electronic countermeasures, information detection and gathering, and hacking techniques?

Don't you think Barbara Gordon is a good fit?"

The young man narrowed his eyes and said:

"And she used to be a batgirl trained by Batman himself, and once her paralysis is cured, she doesn't need us to protect her at all.

You can even charge with Jason when necessary, and this perfect all-rounder is what we need the most.

Actually, after thinking about it, it is enough for Team K to expand to its current size.

There's no need for us to recruit any more key players.

The best of the best from the Caribbean world are handed over to John and you, treating them as followers rather than combatants.

After all, the resources we can obtain are limited.

We don't have that much energy to train more people at the same time, you say?"

"Well, Boss, you've always had such great ideas, I don't have anything to add."

The kite man said with a look of agreement:

"But it's a few days after we get back from the Caribbean world, and it's going to be a trade fair for the Stars Society, didn't Mr. Hunter tell us to go there?

Do you want to put together all the things we don't need at the moment, and then take them out and exchange them for some useful things?"

"The last few days have been so exciting that I'm about to forget about it."

Mason rubbed his chin and glanced around, and said:

"Just take the opportunity to clean up here and look at this mess! I'll take the time to make something and take it to the trade fair in a few days to see if I can fool some fools."

"Boss, is it really good for you to be so straightforward?"

The Kite Man reminded:

"I understand the reasoning, but this kind of thing should be a little more subtle, right?"

"Sweep your floor!"

Mason shoved a magical broomstick from Hogwarts into the Kite Man's hand, drove him away from his cauldron, and began to indulge in alchemy again.

It wasn't until early the next morning that Mason yawned and crawled out of his suitcase.

He is holding a penguin umbrella that has been completely renovated for the second time, and the umbrella surface is still a black double-layer bulletproof material, which looks very textured. ….

Beneath the wide umbrella is a lightning scepter painted in a matte color, two circles thicker than a normal umbrella shaft, but this umbrella is generally large so it doesn't look bulky and obtrusive.

The original curved handle has been replaced with a black demon hilt handle.

The magic sword called "Demon Head" can be drawn from the umbrella body by simply pulling the recoil, and the delicate trap box at the top has been almost completely modified by Mason, and useless functions have been removed.

Only the vent and canister of the fear gas are retained, the EMP firing function of the intracranial jammer, and the poisonous fighting spearhead made from the legs of the eight-eyed giant spider that can be ejected by twisting the handle of the umbrella.

There's a hidden switch in front of the handle of the Penguin umbrella, which has changed dramatically, and that's the last minor change Mason had made just an hour ago.

It will be a "surprise" that he hides for a friend he doesn't know now, but will definitely cross paths in the future.

From Mason's point of view, there is still room for improvement in the penguin umbrella, but there is not much room for improvement in design ideas.

The next thing to do is to find better materials to make the main body for it, and improve the quality of his weapon in its "regular form".

Mason hopes he will finally have a legendary penguin umbrella.

But that was destined to be a long time later

。

He stood by the suitcase, stretched his body and took out a bottle of refreshment and poured it, so that his face full of fairy energy quickly returned to a vigorous posture.

But Mason frowned.

He could clearly feel that after the Vitality Potion, the effect of the Refreshing Potion had also begun to decrease.

The creation and search for more advanced energy supplements also seems to be on the agenda.

He thought so, and habitually turned his head to look.

Wow, good guys!

On the bed that I haven't slept on since I bought it, there are two beautiful girls sleeping together, and the relationship between Dr. Hallie and Ivy Ivy is so good.

It's just like an inseparable best friend.

Mason retracted his gaze from the white, white, green and green bed and picked up his suitcase and left the shop, it would still be dawn, two hours before work.

He released the kite man and told him to call his friends and prepare for the world crossing tonight.

Mason himself, on his handcase, mounted his beloved scooter and sped towards the Gordon House as the morning sun rose over gloomy Gotham.

As a result, as soon as he fell from the sky, he parked his blue motorcycle in the yard in front of Gordon's house, and when he looked up, he saw a haggard Director Gordon coming out of the house with two large garbage bags.

The old man seemed to have not slept for several days, and the dark circles under his eyes were thick and he had aged many years all at once.

Mason took off his helmet and hung it on the handlebars, pulled out the key and helped Gordon share a bag of garbage, and said to the silent chief:

"She still won't come out?"

"Hmm."

The old man sighed and said:

"It's like when she locked herself in the house and didn't talk to anyone after she was shot by a clown, and I thought the disaster was over.

But in the end, I was the only one who felt that the dark days were over, and everyone else was still stuck in the past. ….

I'm so sluggish, Mason, I almost lost her, I almost lost my daughter.

The second time..."

"Leave it to me, Gordon, I brought her a gift."

Mason patted his suitcase and said:

"If you feel comfortable leaving your daughter and me here, you might as well go to work. Gotham has just been in trouble, and it's going to be a lot of trouble when you're not on duty as the police chief.

If you can, take two days off work from Dr. Leslie for me, okay?

I'm afraid that if I take any more leave, she will really fire me."

"What worries me about it, you saved Barbara and the city."

Gordon tried to smile hard, picked up a cigarette and moved his shoulder, walked to his car, turned back very seriously, even with a hint of pleading, and said to Mason:

"Please, Mason."

"Well, leave it to me."

Seeing Gordon, his titular guardian, get into the car and leave, Mason moved his neck and turned into the house, walked to Barbara's door, knocked very gentlemanly, and said:

"Barbara, it's me, I've come to see you, can I come in?"

No one answered him.

The room was dead silent, as if it was completely empty.

The young man shrugged his shoulders and took out a strange-looking "dwarf saber" from his bosom.

This thing is one of the tools of engineering.

Similar to the positioning of a wrench and pliers, it is not much different from a regular Swiss Army knife, but it is an item used by an engineer to mark his profession.

This thing can hold up to seventeen tools in it, and the more it contains, the more professional the engineer who made it.

Mason flicked it casually.

A delicate lock pick bounced out of the saber, and it didn't take him long to open the door.

What caught my eye was Barbara in a wheelchair, with her whole hair scattered in the dimly lit room

Feeling dazed and numb, it seems that he no longer cares about everything in the outside world.

"A lot of people asked me to come and see you, well, I don't say you know who those people are."

Mason opened the suitcase with his suitcase, took out the black liquid bone, shook it in his hand, and pulled the stopper on it after it froze with a layer of gray foam.

He took a glass of water and poured a third of it into it, adding some lemon juice to the cup to mask the unpleasantly bitter taste.

The young man walked up to Barbara with a glass of water.

He looked condescendingly at the once gentle and sunny girl in the wheelchair, and said:

"They prepared me a lot of heart-warming words, trying to get me to come and awaken the truth, goodness, and beauty in your heart, but I didn't even look at it and used those clichéd things as fuel for the alchemy cauldron.

I'm not here to persuade you to forget the past, Barbara.

I'm here for a pure purpose.

I'm just here to give you something you shouldn't lose... Well, this thing will be a little bitter and a little painful to drink, and according to the personal description of people who have drunk it, the taste is terrible.

It's the same as ***'s life."

He reached out and clasped Barbara's chin and lifted her emaciated, gray face to look at the blank, evasive eyes. ….

With a smile, Mason brought the glass to Barbara's nominal adoptive sister.

"I know you're having a birthday soon, so, happy birthday, Barbara."

The first wisps of lemon-flavored, very bitter liquid were sent into her mouth, and the burning sensation rose up in her throat as if she had swallowed a piece of carbon.

Barbara immediately instinctively began to struggle, but Mason's movements were not out of shape at all.

He just grabbed Barbara's mouth, strengthened by the blood of the unicorn, so that his fingers were like iron pincers that could not be broken free of the girl who had not eaten for days.

More liquid was poured into Barbara's mouth, and her teeth were forced to close her teeth, forcing her to swallow the charcoal-hot stuff.

Wherever the bones go, whether it is the throat or stomach, the burning pain that begins to spread to the spine and lower limbs after the effect of the drug makes the girl in the wheelchair feel unbearable.

She stuck in her throat like she had drunk poison.

In the midst of the wrestling struggle, Mason took another step back as she let go, and she fell to the ground and curled up like a caterpillar in pain.

Mason crouched down to observe Barbara's condition.

He said:

"It's good for you, even though it doesn't taste good. It's like a nightmare few days you've just experienced. There are two sides to everything, and there is nothing in this world that is only bad.

The bitterness and resentment that lies deep in your heart have been released.

Maybe you don't believe it, but no one really blames you.

Only you are still punishing yourself with your mistakes.

It's your choice, no one is in a position to make irresponsible comments, and not even Dick Grayson and Bruce Wayne can stop you from remaining silent.

I'm just a doctor, Barbara.

I'm only going to give you the medicine that will make you better, and I'm not responsible for giving you any life advice."

The young man took out his handkerchief and helped Barbara on the ground wipe the cold sweat from pain on her forehead, and the former bat girl gritted her teeth and did not say a word even in this situation.

Mason was silent for more than ten seconds and said:

"But I can give you a choice.

If you want to escape from this life that makes you feel overwhelmed for a while and see the world that belongs to me and my friends, if you want to go on a journey that won't be found by anyone until you really figure out how to live the rest of your life...

Tonight at ten o'clock, Iceberg Bar.

I'll just wait for you for fifteen minutes."

With that, Mason stood up, lifted 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 the leg of his trousers and whispered:

"Don't wait until the evening, take me out now, Mason, here... The city... It's going to drive me crazy."

"Okay."

Mason shrugged his shoulders and said to Barbara on the ground:

"Then stand up."

"I can't, I..."

"I say! Stand up!"

Mason said coldly:

"That medicine can cure you, if you are willing to get better! If you can't walk through on your own, then I'll have to say goodbye to you early, Barbara Gordon, and that's your 'entry test,'

Remember!

Before ten o'clock tonight, walk to the Iceberg Bar by yourself.

Rehabilitated patients must exercise more.

It's good for the body.".

Handsome dog Frank