Chapter 105 57 The New Shop Assistant of Cooper's Shop Is Actually the Assistant of the Evil Alchemist [4050]

Chapter 105 57. The new waitress at Cooper’s shop is actually the assistant of the evil alchemist-[4050]

Mason returned to his shop with a full harvest.

He was going to show off his talents and try to make a quasar gun tonight, which he could use as his own close-combat self-defense weapon to replace the engineering gun that couldn't keep up with the "version".

But plans can't keep up with changes.

Mason, who returned in a good mood, smelled a pretty 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 soup that had been boiled.

It's all made from herbs so it doesn't smell too bad, but it does make you feel dizzy after being inhaled together.

The young man sighed, probably understanding what happened.

He dragged his tired steps to the basement door. He reached out and knocked first, then heard a jingling noise inside. Then Dr. Harley, who had a gray face, opened the door for him with a sneer.

Dr. Harley changed into home clothes, and her white vest was bulging out from her well-developed chest, causing Mason to immediately avert his eyes.

Then he saw the alchemy crucible burning with black smoke and the Poison Ivy girl Ivy standing beside the pot, trying to cover up the "evidence".

"Let me guess."

Mason rolled up his sleeves and said:

"You added calla lily and aconite grass into the alchemical solution in a ratio of three to five without processing it in advance, which resulted in a wonderful 'alchemical reaction' between the calla lily seeds and the already toxic aconite grass.

According to my experience, you will not have more than two seconds to react.

It's a pity that you failed to seize this critical time and this pot of medicine was completely wasted. "

"Completely correct!"

Dr. Harley, who was following Mason, stuck out his tongue and whispered:

"I said that Ivy should take off those weird lotus seeds first, but she didn't listen to me."

"It doesn't matter. This is a mistake that novice alchemists often make. I have also gone through that stage."

Mason did not blame Ivy, who looked disappointed, but picked up the jar for disposing of the waste medicine and quickly cleaned the alchemy crucible, and then took Old K's alchemy notes.

Said to Ivy:

“Look, there’s a red line drawn here.

This tells 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, the processing of materials is also very important, which I will teach later.

Now, Ivy, try again. "

Mason pointed to the various materials on the table and said to Poison Ivy:

"You may be able to start with the simplest alchemical solution. This material will be the basis of the basics in subsequent studies."

"I'll take the liberty of asking."

While Ivy was handling the raw materials conscientiously, she whispered:

"How long will it take me to learn to make the three potions on my own that can regulate my mood and thinking?"

"Well, this depends on talent."

Mason rubbed his chin and thought for a while, then gave an optimistic answer and said:

"Based on your perfect compatibility with plants, I estimate that you can try to make a calming agent in at most three months. A more difficult joyful agent and a soothing agent with extremely complicated steps may take half a year or more."

"how about you?"

Dr. Harley, who was staring around beside him, asked curiously:

"Mason, how long did it take you to learn this?"

"Fifteen days."

Mason answered truthfully:

"This is a special situation for me. 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.

But as far as the two people's experience of secretly trying alchemy in the past two days when Mason was away, they did not feel that Mason was bragging or exaggerating the difficulty of this skill.

It's really hard.

Especially when there is a lack of scientific measurement of time and everything is done according to one's own whim and free will to advance the production process, it is simply like a child playing house.

But there is ancient wisdom in this nonsense.

Mason can make two bottles of good blood replenishing agent from the same materials, but Ivy can only get a pot of toxic black smoke residue.

In the next half hour, Mason personally demonstrated the standard steps of alchemy to Ivy and taught her how to use four different hourglasses to measure time.

This is not mandatory.

Of course, clocks and timers could be used instead, but Mason felt that using an hourglass was more ritualistic and more in line with the mysterious atmosphere of alchemy.

He told Ivy not to practice too late and left the basement. He was about to enter the suitcase space to check out the situation. Before entering, Dr. Harley, who was temporarily serving as the waitress at Cooper's store, suddenly told him:

"In the early morning, a very handsome guy delivered this box of medicine. Ivy checked it and found all very strange materials."

She pointed to the box behind the counter and said to Mason:

"That guy also asked me to convey my thanks to you."

"Don't worry about that infatuated guy."

Mason picked up the box and glanced at Harley, who was sitting behind the counter playing with her mobile phone, and asked:

"What about you? How are you doing? Is Harley Quinn talking to you in your head?"

"It's not that exaggerated, Mason!"

Dr. Harley snorted, pushed up his glasses and said academically:

"And the description of psychology is not like that. I don't have split personality, Mason. It's just a psychological suggestion that only works under certain circumstances.

This morning, Ivy accompanied me to Dr. Leslie's clinic, and the cool doctor told me the same thing.

I need to go to her twice a week for psychological counseling. In fact, I feel that I can do this job myself, after all, Dr. Leslie majored in surgery.

And I am a serious psychology expert."

"Don't treat anything related to Zhou Ke'er so lightly."

Mason shook his head and said:

"Take medicine immediately if you feel uncomfortable. I will always keep three bottles of medicine on the counter for you. I ask you to help me watch the store tonight. You can rest after opening at twelve o'clock.

Oh, by the way, don't touch this box after I go in. If you encounter something, knock on the lid and I will know."

"Ah? What are you talking about!"

Dr. Harley was a little confused.

She couldn't understand Mason's words at all until she saw Mason open the suitcase and jump in with the medicine box.

The psychology expert rubbed his eyes.

She looked at the retro suitcase swallowing Mason like a monster, and she immediately felt that her worldview, which was no longer so stable, was impacted.

She felt her pressure rising.

So she decisively opened the secret compartment of the counter, took out a bottle of soothing agent and poured it into her mouth.

"Well, Harry, there's nothing surprising about that, it's just magical magic."

She patted her cheek and said to herself:

"Have you never seen anyone use magic before? Well, it seems that I haven't seen it before, hiss, this young man who is ten years younger than me is really mysterious!

How many interesting things does he hide?

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 energetic when he saw Mason enter this space. He put down the wrench and screwdriver in his hand, put the half-modified flight backpack there, stood up and said to Mason:

"You have to see Jason Todd's condition. The Krypton treatment chamber seems unable to deal with such injuries."

"No way? Is it so serious?"

Mason put down the medicine box in his hand and followed the kite man to the location where the treatment chamber was stored.

This space didn't seem so big before when there was Old K's magic apartment in this space, but now the magic apartment has been thrown to Zack as a wizard tower, leaving this place completely empty.

The things from Batman's laboratory and bat cave were thrown around in a messy manner. At the edge, the three-headed dog Mao Mao, the zombie dog Fang Ya and Miss Magg, who was fostered here by Selina, were trapped with chains.

The best Miss Magg no longer has to live in a cage.

Mason saw that it was dozing on the head of the Fenrir armor prototype.

In addition, there are many materials from the Caribbean world, and the Devil's Box is thrown on a pile of jewelry.

For Mason, who likes to keep things in order, such chaos makes him feel uncomfortable. Maybe he should spend some time planning the structure of this space.

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 brought out of the Batcave, looking at Jason Todd lying like a corpse in it.

After a day and a night, the two barrels that were almost torn apart have "begun to take human form", but unfortunately, the essence of the Lazarus Pool water remaining in his body seems to have been exhausted.

He can no longer maintain self-healing.

"Should we use unicorn blood to save him?"

Charles said beside him:

"This is a bit too wasteful, unless you plan to pull Jason into Team K.

This guy is very powerful and can fight Batman head-on. If he is equipped with special equipment, he can make up for our shortcomings.

But it is hard to control.

This guy is a violent 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 is also a magic item, but it is broken and needs Lv3 tailoring skills to repair.

But Mason is more concerned about the things in the broken cloak.

Three crystal bottles filled with green liquid and a black ancient sharp blade are the weapons Lei Xiaogu used to fight Batman that night.

Mason reached out and touched the crystal bottle, and the information label popped up:

The Essence of the Lazarus Pool

Quality: Legendary Crafting Material

Item Effect: The Lazarus Pool of unknown origin has the power to revive the dead and heal everything, almost immortality, but this pool of 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.

Maker: Sangong Mo

Item Description: If you regard the diluted blood of a dimensional demon as a blessing, then 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 glanced at the half-dead Ertong in the treatment cabin, curled his lips, took out a bottle of pool water and put it in his bag, and reached out to touch the black slender straight sword.

The entry of this sword made Mason's eyes light up:

Demon's Head

Quality: Legendary Forging/Enchantment/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 [Devil Slaying]

Maker: Lars Al Ghul

Item Description: "Demon's Head" not only describes this sword, but also the man who can scare the whole world when holding this sword.

Tip: This weapon can be further forged to improve its quality and craftsmanship. But Lars Al Ghul is not dead, he will come to take back his sword.

The young man's fingers ran 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, especially the sword with a blade only two fingers wide, which made Mason immediately realize its best use.

He took out his modified penguin umbrella, compared the width of the sword with the width of Maxi Zeus's lightning scepter, and was surprised to find that with just a slight modification, the sword could become the last accessory of the penguin umbrella.

Moreover, the hilt of the sword, which was carved into a black devil's head, was very suitable as the handle of Mason's portable umbrella, which was much cooler than a curved handle.

Although he didn't like close combat and was not very good at close combat, if the enemy approached and encountered the embarrassing situation of running out of ammunition, he would not go up to fight with bare hands, right?

He was not a boxer with excellent boxing skills!

"Then the plan 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 sidearm smells good.

But unfortunately, there is really no time to make it tonight, and things always have to be prioritized.

As he walked towards his alchemy table, he said to the kite man who was following 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 is not free, forget it, it will be the same if we go together."

"Okay, boss."

The kite man had no objection to this arrangement.

He took out his modification drawings of the flying backpack with great interest and showed them to Mason. This guy really turned Mason's previous suggestions into reality.

He modified the shape of his kite.

Using two complete wings of the Thestrals as the main body and using special steel to complete the internal reinforcement to form a variable active flying wing.

With Charles' basic ability as an aerodynamicist, this thing will definitely fly, but the effect will still require further practice and repeated modifications.

Mason made a few suggestions and suggested that the kite man equip the flying backpack with a propeller for emergency use, and then the two "craftsmen" began their own production without disturbing each other.

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 that had not been visited all night and go to bed, was about to pull down the shutter door when she saw a beautiful girl with long straight black hair wearing a magician's uniform, bold fishnet stockings, and a tall hat suddenly appear like magic.

She walked straight towards Cooper's shop, with anger on her beautiful face.

"Where is John?"

Zatanna Zatara stood outside Cooper's shop, looking at Dr. Harley with wide eyes in front of her. The good-tempered magician lady held back her anger and said:

"Let that bastard come out to see me!"

"Ah? Who is John?"

Dr. Harley said in surprise:

"This is Mr. Mason's shop. I am his employee. Miss, do you want to come in and see our magic potion? Today's special price."

"What's so good about these low-level potions? There is no highlight except good craftsmanship."

Zatanna stomped her feet in anger when she heard that Zha Kang was not here. She glanced at the shop and said angrily and anxiously:

"He must have been here! My monitoring magic detected his traces. But it doesn't matter if he doesn't want to show up. Anyway, I'm done with him.

But tell him for me that something big is about to happen. Let him return to the mysterious house as soon as possible!

I can only wait for him for half a month!"

At this point, the magician lady suddenly sniffed, and sniffed Dr. Harley lightly as if she smelled a strange smell.

This action made Dr. Harley take a step back immediately.

She didn't really like such an intimate move.

"Well, good luck to you."

Zatanna looked at Harley with pity and said softly:

"The shadow has grown in her heart, and the bloodthirsty monster is trying to break free from the shackles of reason, but the person who cultivated and controlled her has gone to hell.

You have to hurry up before you lose control completely, girl.

If you delay any longer, your disease will be incurable."

"Harley, who are you talking to?"

Poison Ivy's puzzled voice came from the basement. Harley was about to answer when she saw the magician lady in front of her disappear strangely like a bubble.

This made Dr. Harley blink.

She felt that she had encountered something strange again. Uh, maybe she really had hallucinations?

Forget it.

Or drink another bottle of medicine.