Chapter 72 24 Will There Really Be Customers in This Shabby Shop in the Dark Alley? [750]

Chapter 72 24. Will there really be customers in this shabby shop in the dark alley? --【750】

(Additional chapter for "Midsummer's Insolence")

Bruce Wayne opened his eyes with difficulty.

His consciousness was still in the remnants of the dream brought by the water of life and death, but it was not a beautiful dream. After all, the pain of the body can be projected on the mind.

He was unconscious for more than 24 hours and had a nightmare for 24 hours.

When he woke up, he clenched his fists to attack, but he was weak after all. Before he could swing his fists, a pair of gentle hands pressed them in front of him.

"Bruce! It's me, I'm here, don't be afraid, you're safe."

Selina's voice with joy and heartache sounded in the master's ears, which made this man who never easily revealed his inner thoughts calm down quickly.

He breathed and felt the changes in his body.

The violent pain that had been destroying every bone and every blood vessel like a steel knife scraping bones was gone.

Another gentler and more healing power roamed in his already exhausted body, not only repairing the difficult-to-heal external injuries, but also healing the old injuries in the touch of warm water.

The pure blood of the unicorn brings more than just simple healing, it also has a magical power to bring back the dead wood.

Bruce woke up for less than ten seconds, and felt that he would become more comfortable every second. That strange feeling made him relax his body.

Even his depressed mood became relaxed.

He looked at Selina who was sitting beside him and holding his hands. He saw the worry that Catwoman could not hide in her eyes, so he tried to smile at her.

Then he leaned against the head of the bed with the help of Catwoman, and looked at the people beside him.

Alfred, Dr. Leslie and Lucius.

The feeling that these people he trusted most were by his side when he needed them most even dispelled the loneliness and guilt that Bruce Wayne had been unable to let go of since he was eight years old.

But soon, that bleak atmosphere returned to him.

It was like a black cloak covering the heart of this man, blocking all the changes and bursts of emotions.

"Thank you."

The master whispered:

"You saved me."

"You should thank Mason, Bruce."

Dr. Leslie rubbed his forehead and said:

"It was him and Selina who found the legendary medicine for you to dispel the terrible toxins in your body. In fact, before I saw you wake up with my own eyes, I still didn't believe that there was such a thing as a unicorn in this world.

But the potion miraculously pulled you back from the brink of death in a few hours, which made me have to admit that I might have been too superstitious about science in my previous life."

"Me too."

Mr. Lucius smiled bitterly and adjusted his shirt collar. He said:

"Maybe I should have a drink to relieve my bad mood now."

"Together?"

Dr. Leslie glanced at Lucius and invited him. Mr. Engineer shrugged and said:

"Why not?"

Then, the two guys, whose combined age was easily over a hundred years old, turned around and left.

Their relationship with Bruce is different from that of Alfred and Selina. These two are not keen to participate in Batman's career.

They are trying their best to protect Bruce Wayne for various reasons, but they are not very interested in the role of Batman.

Now that Bruce is out of danger, the two who have been tense for more than a day should relax. Watching them leave, Selina curled her lips and whispered:

"Maybe I should call Commissioner Gordon. An old rich man is approaching his girlfriend. This is too bad."

"Master, you really scared my old heart."

Alfred also stood by the old man's bed. He was relieved to see the man in front of him recovering at a speed visible to the naked eye. He nodded and said:

"But seeing you finally recover from the nightmare makes me feel that the huge reward we paid this time is not in vain."

"Afu, did I hear "unicorn" just now?"

Leaning against the head of the bed The playboy put Selena's hand on his heart. He looked at his most trusted old butler and said with a strange expression:

"So what did that amazing young man Mason give me to drink? How much did you pay him to save me?"

"Well, let Ms. Selena tell you about this."

The old butler smiled and said:

"I am also very tired. I should take a rest as soon as possible. Maybe the city will soon be in chaos. I need a glass of wine and a pleasant sleep.

I won't disturb you two. Call me if you need me.

I'm next door."

After saying that, Alfred also turned and left, leaving precious time to this pair of crazy men and women who have been entangled for more than ten years.

"So, this should be a wonderful story?"

The master turned his head to look at Selena. Catwoman snorted and pulled back her hand and said:

"It is very exciting, but I don't want to tell you. Besides, I haven't bothered you about your other lover yet. You actually let her give it to you. Um."

The questioning was interrupted by a passionate kiss, and the ignited romance was in the remaining silence.

Of course, Catwoman did not forget to cover her left arm when she was distracted and lost in passion. She did not want the man in front of her who was burdened with a heavy sense of responsibility to worry about her.

It would be better if I could shoulder those things and those pressures myself.

——

While the master who had crawled back from hell was enjoying the warmth of the jade, Mason was frowning in his hut, looking at several pieces of magic metals that were smelted with magic fire.

He was trying the [Alchemical Transformation] formula that he had just unlocked.

Alchemy is not as simple as brewing potions with poisonous mushrooms and old heels. Ancient alchemists pursued the change of material properties.

For example, turning stones into gold sounds unscientific but very magical.

When alchemy reached Lv4, Mason finally entered this field.

He scratched his head while looking at the primary transformation formula written on the research notebook in front of him. According to these formulas, he could use alchemy stones as a catalyst to transform a material with magic power into a completely different property.

For example, a piece of mountain blood ore could be transformed into ice ore, and something called "alchemical elements" could be extracted from various materials to make more advanced alchemical materials.

Things like primordial fire and primordial shadow, which are indispensable for refining advanced potions later.

It sounds simple, but it's too hard to do.

Mason has spent five hours and wasted two alchemy stones to complete the first transformation of the properties of the object. He took the metal block that was emitting a faint chill in his hand and felt the chill.

"I feel that the content of my life every day is to tear the world view and scientific common sense in my mind into pieces and then trample them under my feet."

The young man packed up the materials in front of him and complained:

"Where is the promise of getting closer to science and living a happy life?"

He complained.

He took out the Devil's Box from the suitcase at hand, put on the thick leather gloves made when he was practicing tailoring, took out several devil gold coins and put them on the table, and put Will Turner's forging notes in front of him.

Considering that Batman was attacked, it is estimated that Gotham is now calm and turbulent.

It is very likely that the whole city will fall into a wave of terror in a day or two, so Mason urgently feels that his K team needs to strengthen its equipment.

And these sufficient cursed gold coins are a good way.

Mason read Will Turner's special reminder, and according to the description in the notebook, he first sprinkled some special powder on his left hand, then ignited the magic fire to let the flame dance on his fingertips, and finally put a devil gold coin into the palm of his hand.

The flame magic power supported it so that it would not touch the skin, and it melted in the burning flames, and finally took out a more complex bullet mold to cast it in one go.

Mason melted four cursed gold coins to make 24 bullets, and then picked up the standard shells and filling gunpowder he made with an industrial printer to start assembling.

In a very "punishing" busy time, 24 single-headed bullets for shotguns and double-barreled hand cannons were quickly made.

Although it was handmade, with the blessing of engineering skills, the bullets made by Mason were not much worse than those produced on the assembly line.

He took a cursed bullet wrapped in a shell in his hand, tested its weight and looked at its information label:

Engineering bullet·Advanced curse

Quality: Fine engineering creation·Excellent craftsmanship

Effect: Inflict [Weakness Torture] on any target that is hit but not dead, weakening its physical fitness while suffering increasingly strong mental pressure until it goes crazy.

The curse will last until the target dies or returns the blood-stained cursed metal to the Devil's Box.

When the target is white·male, the curse takes effect faster and more effectively.

The curse can be purified, but the same curse will be imposed on the caster during purification.

Maker: Mason Cooper

Item Description: More dangerous than bullets are magic bullets.

"Cool!"

Mason admired the bullet in front of him, pressed it into the special magazine of the explosive shotgun, and glanced at the production information on the character card:

"Complete a fine quality·excellent craftsmanship engineering item production, and improve the engineering skill proficiency by X4X5=X20."

A full 24 identical prompts made Mason feel pleasing to the eye.

He still has 500 devil gold coins, each of which can make six cursed bullets. If he finishes all of these, his engineering is estimated to be more than enough to reach Lv4.

But this is impossible.

These gold coins have their own uses. Only some of them can be used to make reusable bullets for himself and Charles. The rest will be used as raw materials to practice enchantment and inscription.

He must complete the curse enchantment of Su Jie's Eagle in Selina's hand before the danger comes, and upgrade Catwoman's whip with the centaur tail and unicorn mane found in the forbidden forest.

If possible, practice his tailoring skills, which are still terrible now.

But the good news is that he has a lot of magic leather in his hands. After tanning them with alchemy and enchantment, it should not be a problem for tailoring to reach Lv1.

Very good! Great!

All branch skills seem to have been on the right track of healthy development and progress, except for jewelry processing. Mason is really not in the mood to do this now.

Not only professional tools are needed, but also various rare gems.

Catwoman should have a lot of jewelry, but she certainly won't give her collection to Mason so easily, so let's wait a little.

He hummed and continued to smelt devil's gold coins to make very "punishing" cursed single-head bombs. He entertained himself like this until ten o'clock in the evening, when Mason stretched and stood up and pulled up the rolling door of Cooper's shop.

It’s time to “open for business” again.

I hope that someone like Damian Wayne will be able to enter his shop tonight and bring him more materials for exchange.

It’s really expensive to acquire skills in the manufacturing branch, and it’s almost impossible to make ends meet if you don’t think of ways to make some money.

Speaking of which, this store in Mason is really outrageous.

It has been almost seven days since he opened for business, and he has opened the door twice in total. This kind of business attitude of fishing for three days and drying nets for thirty days is simply unreasonable.

But the young man was lucky tonight. Within a few minutes of opening the door, a drunk young girl staggered in.

"Mason? Mason Cooper?"

She looked like she had drunk a lot of wine, and she lay on Mason's counter with flushed cheeks. She pushed up the gold-rimmed glasses on her face and tried to show an intellectual smile.

she says:

"Are you Mason?"

"You came here specifically to see me?"

The young man raised his head in surprise and looked at the young girl in front of him.

He didn't know the other person, but the lady looked quite beautiful. Her height of 1.75 meters and high heels made her look quite upright. She was wearing a black and white business attire but no makeup.

She looks youthful and beautiful even without any makeup, and her blond hair is tied up into a neat look.

In terms of temperament, she looks like a college student, but she is obviously already working. Although she is drunk, she is still polite and she is a high-quality talent.

But this is what puzzles Mason the most.

Why would a decent man from Gotham and a girl come to a ghost place like Crime Alley at night? Has the reputation of your shop spread out?

No way?

"Well, I was introduced by Director Gordon."

The drunk girl was a little dizzy, but she still explained:

"I have worked with Mr. Gordon before. He has a very magical potion that can quickly restore your energy after drinking it, so I asked him about it.

But your store was not open a few days ago. "

"Fuck Gordon!"

Mason curled his lips and greeted his nominal guardian in his mind. That enthusiastic and just old man would really cause trouble for himself.

I gave him the vitality potion for the old man who always stayed up late and worked overtime for his own use, but I didn't ask him to advertise the store. This store was not for ordinary people.

Besides, most potions are toxic and ordinary people cannot drink them directly.

"You're talking about the vitality potion. Well, I still have some in stock."

Mason looked at the expectant young girl in front of him with a headache.

Beautiful things always get more tolerant treatment, especially when this girl is drunk and looking at him with big eyes like a cat, making the young man unable to say no.

He hesitated and said:

“This store technically doesn’t accept cash, but you are Gordon’s friend and Gordon is my friend, so I’ll give you an extra treat, ma’am.

Come on, I'll get you something. "

He stood up and walked to the counter to take down a few blue vitality potions, put them into paper bags and asked casually:

"How did you meet Gordon? Does a boring old man like him have a beautiful young friend like you?"

"Oh, it's a colleague."

The girl who was praised chuckled lightly. While looking at Mason's shop, she introduced herself:

"I am a criminal psychology expert and psychiatrist, and I am also a criminal psychological counselor working with the Gotham Police Department. This profession is difficult to find employment in other places, but it is like a duck in water in Gotham.

I heard him tell your story before when we went to Blackgate Prison to conduct a mental evaluation on Penguin. "

She rubbed her aching forehead and said:

“I was always stressed at work and tried yoga and meditation to no avail until Commissioner Gordon’s magic potion gave me a good night’s sleep.

Are you really an alchemist?

Mason, can you do magic? "

"Well, it depends on how you define magic."

The young man turned back and shrugged, handed the potion in the paper bag to the guest and kept it on her chest for a few seconds.

Don't get me wrong, Mason isn't that nasty.

He could endure the teasing of Catwoman's eldest sister. What really attracted Mason was the identity plate on the girl's chest.

"Harley Quinzel?"

The familiar name made Mason narrow his eyes.

A few seconds later, he showed a gentle smile and said to the female doctor who took out his wallet:

"No, these medicines are just a thank you for helping Gordon with his work, but your dark circles look so serious, maybe you need other ways to relax your mind.

If you have time, why not wait a moment and I can introduce you to another magical potion.

I call it a palliative or a calming potion.

It must be very useful for girls like you who are under great pressure at work. Well, I mean it could be useful for some of the difficult patients you have at work. "

Mason showed a gentle and expectant smile, and he now began to thank Gordon for his "little help" in sending the girl in front of him to his store.

Then, he added in his mind what he had not said:

"For example, the famous Zhou Ke'er."