Chapter 63 15 The Dream of Crawling in the Deep Sea

Chapter 63 15. The creeping dream in the abyss of the blue sea

"This fool's gold can be used to make alchemy and medicine. The deep sea blood coral is almost interesting. It has a curse on it. As for this ruby ​​​​ghost ring, you have been deceived.

There's no magic in this thing.

Nothing but beautiful. "

In the bamboo building at Turtle Island Pier, Constantine was squatting on a large pile of magic items dumped on the ground, sorting through them.

These are the things Mason and Kite Man got back from Barbossa's treasure house, and they are in urgent need of a master of appraisal to sort them into categories.

Mason is currently busy using enchanting techniques to process the newly obtained production materials. He is focused on various production techniques and is not willing to waste time on appraisal, so this job is handed over to the dark wizard Zha Kang.

But Zha Kang’s vision is not perfect either.

"Idiot, you have no idea what the real treasure is."

Catwoman used a whip to roll up the ring dropped by Zha Kang, put it in her hand and looked at it with a look of obsession, then put the dove egg-sized gemstone ring on her finger and looked at it.

Her other nine fingers were covered with all kinds of luxurious jewelry, and there were several strings of gemstone necklaces hanging around her neck.

There are even two ladies' crowns, one big and one small, in her hair.

It's like a mobile jewelry display stand.

Selina was immersed in the dual satisfaction of being a great thief and being a woman. She looked at the gorgeous jewelry in her hands with blurred eyes, and said in a long voice that sounded very Versailles:

“These little cuties remind me of the feeling I felt when my suitor showered me with gifts, and while it’s enchanting to see the light reflected in them, the thought of them being given rather than obtained with my own hands through sweat and sweat It makes people somewhat regretful.

Like all women, I love jewelry.

But I actually enjoy the excitement and pleasure of collecting them with my own hands. "

"This is easy to handle!"

Zha Kang stood up, held a cigarette in his mouth and snapped his fingers.

Green fluorescence quickly poured out and covered the confused Selena, but in the blink of an eye, all the jewelry on her body disappeared.

Lady Catwoman glared at Zha Kang, who blew out a smoke ring and said with a wicked smile:

"I threw all the jewelry that made you regretful around the world. Now, Selena, you can enjoy the pleasure of retrieving the 'little cuties' from a world full of zombies with your own hands. ”

"bass"

Sujie's eagle unsheathed, shining with cold light, and slashed at the evil-smiling black magician as Catwoman screamed with gnashing teeth.

"Quiet! You're disturbing me while I'm processing the materials."

Mason, who was busy at the workbench, turned around and shouted.

The young man who aspires to become an excellent all-professional master has developed the habit of being very focused when working. He glanced at the angry Catwoman and reassured:

"Those jewels are gone when they're gone, Selina. That's just the tiniest part of all the gains we'll get. Jack and Angelina have already gone to contact the Royal Fleet messengers anchored nearby.

Pirate kings will also come to Turtle Island one after another.

The next contact with them is your responsibility. From Barbosa's reaction, we can see that our vaccine can be exchanged for anything you want in this world!

I think as a jewel thief, you should probably have more ambitious pursuits.

For example, the mountain of light on the crown of the King of England.”

Mason shook his head, not paying attention to Selina's frightening eyes, but continued to work on the materials at hand.

He held a piece of fine-quality magic ore with his left hand and smelted it with magic fire, and then warned:

"In addition to the list of supplies that Team K must collect, I can allow you to make additional requests for those buyers to satisfy your personal 'little hobbies'.

In short, negotiate terms with these forces as soon as possible, and then we return to Gotham.

It is not an easy task to steal enough vaccines from under Batman's nose. This is a goal that requires the sincere cooperation of Team K to achieve.

We need a minimum of one million vaccines to start the first steps of the harvest season.

So much must be the first stage in continuing to unlock the potential of this world. "

"I'll get ready right now."

Catwoman excitedly took the sword off Zha Kang's neck and left the bamboo building with the expectation of harvest. The black magician curled his lips and opened the devil's box placed in the corner.

The cursed gold coins piled inside illuminated Constantine's eyes, and he turned back to Mason and said:

"As promised before, these gold coins belong to me."

"No one will compete with you, but you won't need so much."

The captain put the smelted magic metal on hand for later use and responded without raising his head:

"You can use 300 to strengthen your magic. If it's not enough, apply again. I plan to use the rest to make some cursed bullets and weapons. This is a very rare material."

"300 coins are enough, but Mason, the curses on these gold coins are very troublesome. You may need some special skills to use them to make items."

Zha Kang picked up the cigarette, covered his fingers with magic power, picked up a handful of yellow-orange gold coins, tossed them up and down in his hand, and said:

"Their value lies in the attached curse. If these resentments are purified, then these gold coins will have little value."

"Thank you for the reminder, I will find a way."

Mason nodded and stopped talking. The black magician looked at the time and it was another pleasant drinking moment of the day.

He hummed a song and went out to hang out in the island's bar. He expected to meet a sad lady with a complicated past in that medieval-style tavern today, so that he could have the opportunity to soothe her soul and body.

Constantine is a prodigal son who knows how to please himself.

He never misses any possible romantic encounter, and his learning of magic relies solely on God's gift of food. Unlike Mason, he has to make things over and over again to master more advanced skills.

Mason was the only one left in the bamboo house, but the young man enjoyed it.

He hummed a local song with a lively rhythm, opened Old K's alchemy book in front of him and lit the magic crucible with magic fire. Then, following the instructions in the alchemy book, he skillfully added the enchanted potion into it. Material.

Today he plans to try to make a downgraded version of the high-level vitality potion "Brown Owl" used by witchers.

Mainly because there was never enough time, Mason barely slept during this period. When he was tired, he drank a bottle of energy potion. Drinking too much in a short period of time made him seem to have developed some kind of "drug resistance."

Low-level vitality potions are becoming less and less effective on Mason.

The best way to deal with this situation is to stop using the potion, return to normal work and rest, and make some adjustments. The potion will take effect again after a period of time.

But Mason didn't want to waste time.

He had too many things to do now, so when faced with the gradual failure of low-level potions, he chose a simpler and more crude way, using high-level potions to suppress his "drug resistance".

After unlocking the talent of [Swift Eyes and Quick Hands], Mason rarely made mistakes in the alchemy process. Now that he has obtained enough materials from Turtle Island, he feels that he can challenge the high difficulty level.

Everything is going smooth.

With the blessing of super senses that seemed to slow down time, Mason nodded with satisfaction as he watched the yellow spider venom begin to boil in the magic crucible and emit a strange smell.

While continuing to stir with a special golden rod, he picked up the enchanted verbena and threw it into it. He also took out a bottle of strong rum from his hand and bit open the cork.

He is not an alcoholic.

But spirits are one of the ingredients of this potion. In fact, all witcher medicines require spirits. The higher the alcohol content, the better. I don’t know if this is tradition?

Or are those demon hunters just trying to get drunk while fighting monsters?

But at this moment, Mason yawned strangely, as if a sudden sleepiness enveloped his mind. I don't know if it was an illusion, but there was also the clear sound of sea water lapping in his ears.

He shook his head and kept himself awake, pouring the liquor into the continuously boiling crucible, and bit his lip to increase the intensity of the magic fire burning on his fingers.

But the sleepiness in my body is getting stronger and stronger.

After more than ten seconds, when the liquid in the crucible turned into a yellow-brown viscous substance, Mason could no longer hold on and hit his head on the workbench with a bang.

Almost instantly he was snoring.

Falling asleep was incredibly fast, but Mason's spirit strangely remained awake even after his body fell asleep.

It was like he was out of his body, staring blankly at himself lying on the workbench, sleeping soundly, and trying to reach out to wake up this crappy alchemist.

"Hey! The potion is going to be overcooked! You idiot! Get up!"

He slapped his head, but the outstretched hand flashed past his head.

"You should know that you are in a lucid dream now, right? Mason Cooper, the mysterious foreign visitor."

A deep voice sounded behind Mason, causing the young man to turn his head sharply. Then he saw the door on the second floor of the bamboo building pushed open, and a tall, handsome black-haired pirate captain strode forward with a sword.

He wore a gray-green pirate hat and a shabby cloak from a long voyage.

There were two flintlock muskets stuck in the cowhide belt around his waist. He was dressed in standard pirate attire, but Mason noticed the unique badge on his belt.

It was the miniature emblem of a ship entangled in the tentacles of an octopus.

It is known to all pirates and sailors who have survived the first year of their careers on these seas.

"The Flying Dutchman? That cursed ghost ship?"

Mason looked at the young man in front of him in surprise but with a vicissitude of temperament. He blinked and said:

"All the pirates are saying that 'Sea Devil' Davy Jones is dead, so you are the new captain of that ghost ship, Will Turner? I heard that you have been on that ship for more than ten years?"

"Exactly down there."

The captain of the ghost ship politely bowed to Mason and gave a classic hat-off salute.

"Did you pull me into my dream? Why?"

Mason felt that the guy in front of him had no ill intentions, and he was unable to make an effective counterattack in his dream. He could only ask, and Mr. Will did not waste time in greetings.

He didn't use the power of the ghost ship to pull Mason into his dream just for chatting.

"The Dutchman is off Turtle Island, but I can't go ashore so I can only talk to you this way, Mason."

Captain Will held his pirate sword and said:

"I 'saw' with my own eyes how you miraculously left and re-entered this world, Your Excellency, and that's why I came to you.

I hope you can take my wife and son away from this doomed world forever. "

"This request is not unexpected."

Mason nodded and said calmly:

"When I guessed your identity, I knew you should come for this, but the question is why? Will, can I call you Will?"

The ghost captain nodded and motioned Mason to continue his question.

The young man organized his words and whispered:

"Since you have been using the power of the ghost ship to observe me, you should know that today I gave Barbossa the medicine that can prevent the Black Death and the ghouls.

I will not hide it from you, Will.

I can get a lot of such medicines, even enough to distribute to every survivor left in the world.

With these medicines, they can't rebuild civilization immediately, but after they are able to resist the ravages of the virus, they can also try to rely on the ocean and recover the occupied continents bit by bit.

This process may take decades or even hundreds of years, but I believe that one day you can return to the place where you were born.

I think you already have hope.

So, why do you still want me to take your wife and children away from this world forever?

This is not what a responsible husband and father would do.

You don't understand what kind of person I am, but you still Entrusting me with such an important task means that you are either driven crazy by the curse of the ghost ship.

Or you are already very desperate. ”

Mason said his guess. He looked at Captain Will in front of him and said:

"Do you know something? Will, can you tell me?"

"I can't say."

Will shook his head, pointed to his heart, and said:

"I signed a contract with the devil and the sea god, walking in the intersection of the world of the living and the dead, which allows me to see things that ordinary people can't see.

In the occasional glimpse, I can even see the silhouette of the future.

I can only tell you, Mason.

Your medicine is magical, but it can't change the end of this world. Everything is destined. This sudden black death is just a sign before the end of the world.

Even without it, this world will not live long. ”

The ghost captain paused, pointed to his own and Mason's eyes, and his tone was calm as if he had accepted everything.

He said:

"If you are lucky enough, Mason, you will see that scene with your own eyes. By then, you will understand that it is meaningless to struggle or obey.

The end is there.

And it will definitely come."

"You sound like a madman with severe depression and world-weariness!"

Mason hated the tone of this "riddler".

He stared at Captain Will and said in a louder voice:

"If you want me to take your wife and children away and take good care of them, then you have to tell me the answer I want to know, Will! Don't use these poetic expressions to fool me.

You must at least tell me who spread the zombie virus in this world?

You are a messenger walking between the human world and the devil's hell. You observe this world, and you must know the answer!

Tell me!"

Will Turner did not answer immediately.

The cursed man who still maintained his human form in his dream looked at Mason with a rather strange look, until the young man was uncomfortable with his look, Will stepped forward, held Mason's left hand and pulled his sleeve up.

He looked at the tattoo on Mason's arm, and then reached out to hold the cat school badge hanging around Mason's neck.

Will looked at this thing and whispered:

"A man named 'Old K'. You and he are from the same force, and you have the same tattoo. I also talked to him in my dream, Mason, and he rejected my request.

I have also questioned him like you questioned me, and what I just said to you are the answers that Old K once gave me.

It is your organization that spreads poison in this world!

If I still have a choice, I should drag you and your team members to the bottom of the sea and drown you when you enter this world, and let you endure the most painful torture in this world and beg me to give you a quick death!"

The ghost captain's cold fingers touched Mason's neck, making the young man shudder, but the next moment, Will's tone suddenly changed.

He sighed with a low sadness.

Said:

"Unfortunately, I have no choice. I can only pray to you like I prayed to Old K, take away my beloved Elizabeth and Henry, for which I can give you the wealth of the whole world!

But you have to make a decision quickly, Mason.

Every second you hesitate, the creeping doomsday is marching down the abyss.

In fact, I knew what you wanted to do when you named the drug "Hope". You do have a warm and kind heart, young man."

Captain Will patted Mason on the shoulder and said softly:

"Thank you for everything you have done for us, but it's too late."