(For the "Summer of Wantonness" brothers)

"This trip was really exciting."

In the top floor office of the Iceberg Lounge, Mason and his two companions stepped out of the Gateway to the World. Mason held a birdcage with a catwoman inside, feeding their new pet with small pieces of beef. He stretched his neck and said, "But is it really okay to leave Scarecrow there alone?"

"Let him stay there. Don't worry about him being lonely. He's a cunning one," said Alfred.

Mason sneered and said, "He has provoked many powerful people in this world, both above and below. When he comes back, he will have to constantly fight those guys with his wits. But staying in the Forbidden Forest can temporarily relieve him of these troubles. I suspect that he's already happily running around in there. Besides, a magician who can use the flames of purgatory to kill zombie flying dragons probably won't need us rookies to worry about his safety. Let's focus on Batman's troubles."

At this point, Mason took out a silver teardrop-shaped pendant from his pocket and looked at it in front of them. The pendant was made of magical metal and contained a faintly floating blood, like some kind of fantastic and beautiful artwork. When Mason took it out, the catwoman and the kite-man were also attracted to it.

Charles couldn't help but ask, "Is this thing really as amazing as it's recorded? Can we really not harm each other with it?"

"Try it and see," said Mason.

The catwoman flicked her wrist, and the magic cat claws on her gauntlets aimed at Charles's neck, but her movements stiffened before they could make contact with him.

"No! I can't do it at all," said Selina, retracting her claws and rubbing her forehead. "The thought of hurting you just popped up and was immediately squashed. There's a terrible sense of guilt, like wanting to hurt a cute little kitten with my own hands. It makes me want to cry."

"Your metaphor always feels a bit strange, but this also shows that this thing is really useful," said Mason, putting K-Team's "Four-Person Blood Oath" into the jewelry box where he had stored the resurrection stone fragments and throwing it into the now-empty suitcase.

Old K's magical apartment was left in the Forbidden Forest for Scarecrow to use as a "Wizard Tower."

Now, the suitcase only contained two zombie dogs and the "treasure" taken from Batman's laboratory.

"Let's go see Batman," said Mason, taking out the flip phone that Alfred had given him. There was only one contact on it, and he dialed it. He learned the new hiding place from the butler and said at the end of the conversation, "Alfred, the package sent to Liverpool can be recalled now... Hmm, yes, everything is perfectly resolved. Thank you for your help. What? Of course, you and I know that there were only children's cookies inside, but John didn't know. And given that guy's personality, even if he knew, he would probably suspect us of doing something behind his back."

Mason hung up the phone with a smile and turned to Kite-Man. "Do you want to come?"

"No, every time I'm with Batman, I feel uncomfortable all over my body," said Charles, moving his shoulders and saying with some trepidation, "I'll stay here. The bar's renovation is almost complete, and I need to prepare for the opening. I'll also take the time to improve the preliminary design of the kite modification you did for me before. If you need me, just contact me. I'm ready at any time, boss."

"Okay."Mason nodded and followed Selina, who had changed into her clothes quickly, up to the rooftop. They threw out the flying motorcycle and Selina sat in the car bucket while the two of them slowly flew towards the hiding place of Batman.

This rescue adventure lasted for nearly seven hours. They left before midnight, and now it was dawn. In the far distance of the city, one could still see a rising red sun.

To be honest, this scene was almost like a classic photo of "superheroes guarding the city" if Mason and Catwoman were wearing capes and facing the sun.

"Who was that Oriental person reflected in the Mirror of Desire before?" Catwoman suddenly asked as they flew over the city's light rail.

Mason said expressionlessly, "I don't know."

"John said that the mirror can reflect the deepest desires and the truest self in one's heart. So, Mason, is that scholarly-looking guy who knows his ideals and pursues them the real you?" Selina yawned and asked while holding the cat cage.

Mason remained silent.

It was not until several seconds later that he spoke, "More or less. I have dreamed of becoming such a person since I was a child, to be a knowledgeable and idealistic person who knows what he is pursuing and can complete his life in his own way without regrets. While doing well for myself, I want to make this world a little better because of me, even if it's just a little bit. But fate is unpredictable, Selina. Think about when we first met. I was just a gangster."

"You have made a change," Catwoman closed her eyes and leaned against the comfortable car bucket. She said softly, "Many people who share your ideals are afraid to take the first step towards change, which requires the most courage. Perhaps this is why I think you are trustworthy, little Mason. Even if you killed hundreds of zombies, colonized the Caribbean world, or coerced Scarecrow with the methods of villains, I still think you have a warm heart. Especially since you grew up in this rotten mud pit of Gotham, which is even more commendable."

At this point, the big sister laughed lightly, letting the sunlight shine on her healthy wheat-colored skin. She took a deep breath and lit a cigarette with a sweet scent.

This time, Mason did not stop her.

In the smoke with a sweet fragrance, Catwoman whispered, "If I were twenty years younger, I would definitely fall in love with you, little guy. Thank you for everything you have done for Bruce. Do you want me to reward you with a kiss?"

"No, thanks," Mason refused coldly and resistively. "I hate women who smoke... Hey! What are you doing? You're driving, we're going to fall! Get down!"

"Come on, why are you so shy?" In the next instant, a passionate kiss fell on the young man's forehead like a dragonfly skimming over the water, symbolizing gratitude.

Ten minutes later, the flying motorcycle landed in an old Wayne Industries abandoned factory in the outskirts of the city, which had pulled up iron wire fences.

With his Lv2 engineering skills, Mason keenly discovered that this seemingly deserted place concealed at least seven fully automatic sentry gun towers, and several of them had locked onto him and Selina. However, as they approached, those hidden firepower points all went into hibernation.

Following the route given by Alfred, the two of them took the disguised elevator and went deep underground for nearly thirty meters before entering another secret base of Batman.As Mason entered the underground hall through the thick special steel door, he immediately saw Bruce Wayne, who was hidden in a peculiarly shaped medical capsule, as well as Alfred and Dr. Leslie, who were operating medical equipment.

The last person was someone he didn't expect.

Mr. Lucius Fox, who looked very much like Morgan Freeman.

He wasn't wearing the luxurious suit of the Wayne Group Chairman, but was dressed like an old engineer, working busily at a complex workbench.

Mason glanced at it and found a reinforced titanium alloy Batman suit on it. He had a set of this thing in his "collection," but it was the original version without weapon accessories. The suit in front of him had been fully equipped with weapon modules by Mr. Lucius, and even if it was not worn by Batman, it still looked imposing.

Especially the very mechanical Batman helmet, which looked like a bloodthirsty bat ready to pounce on him.

"Did you bring it back?"

Alfred was anxious, but the British gentleman who had fought in wars and served the Queen tried hard to look calm and composed.

As he looked on, Mason took out a small tube of silver liquid.

When this thing was brought out, Dr. Leslie and Mr. Lucius turned their heads at the same time. Especially Dr. Leslie, the cold-faced doctor, pushed his glasses and said, "Is this unicorn blood? Looks like some kind of compound."

"This is the first choice."

Mason calmly flicked the test tube, letting the silver liquid refract a beautiful light under the light.

He looked at Old Afu and then at Batman, who was still suffering in the treatment capsule made with Kryptonian technology.

"You sure you want to use this medicine on Bruce?"

"Enough, Mason!"

Catwoman shook her head and said to Mason, "I know you have something better. Don't tease poor Afu. Look at how much hair he's lost overnight. It's not easy for an old man his age. Bring it out."

"It's not that I have a sick sense of humor, Selina."

Mason sighed and took out another test tube from his luggage.

There were only a few drops of silver blood in this test tube, but it was obviously more dazzling than the cursed unicorn blood, seeming to attract all the light to converge.

"This unicorn cord blood is too rare. It is the only pure blood that is not cursed. I may never be able to obtain such a treasure again in my life.

It's really expensive.

I know the Wayne family is very rich and has even surpassed the concept of "wealth," but it's too vulgar to talk about money in front of something in my hands."

"What do you want?"

Alfred's expression became serious, and the old butler said seriously, "As long as you can save Master Wayne's life, the Wayne family will pay you anything you want!"

"But I only want a favor from Batman."

Mason shrugged and released his alchemy workbench from his luggage.In the presence of others, Mason poured the pure and un-cursed blood into the distillation tube, heated it up, and deftly handled the materials for other antidotes.

As he worked, he said, "Everyone here can witness that Bruce Wayne, also known as Batman, owes Mason Cooper a favor today. Other than that, I won't take a penny."

"You're being too optimistic," Mr. Lucius, wearing an engineer's mask, said softly. "Even the low-level thugs in the Gotham gang union know that favors are the hardest to repay. There must be some restrictions, young man."

"We can't let Bruce join certain secret organizations!" Selina was the first to speak up.

Mason shrugged and made an OK gesture. He knew what Catwoman was worried about, but the young man had no intention of recruiting Batman into the K team.

Mason knew he couldn't handle the master, a ruthless man.

"Can't ask Bruce to do anything against his principles!" Mr. Lucius added his own condition.

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Mason nodded again.

"Can't ask Bruce to harm himself," Dr. Leslie, a medical professional, said, looking at things from the perspective of protecting the son of Thomas and Marsha, her old friends.

Mason had no objections to this either.

Finally, Alfred, the old butler, looked at Bruce Wayne, who was lying in the Kryptonian healing chamber, breathing a little difficultly and with his muscles obviously atrophying.

He looked at the man he had raised like his own child since he was young.

He sighed and said, "My restriction is that you can't take away anything precious from Master Wayne's already few precious things in life. Nothing is allowed!"

"Understood," Mason nodded.

He fully accepted these restrictions and then made a gesture asking everyone not to disturb him.

In fact, the detoxification agent was not that complicated. Its formula was a mixture of the detoxification potion left by Old K and the "fecal stone" detoxification agent recorded in the Hogwarts Potion Master's Handbook.

Mason had tried two mixtures before and found them feasible. The legendary material of unicorn blood had super usability and could be added to the potion cooking process without any additional processing.

It didn't even need any extra processing.

In the movie, Voldemort just lay on the dead unicorn and drank its blood directly. If the unicorn hadn't already turned into a zombie, that original taste might have been the best.

In other words, Mason didn't need to make the detoxification agent so complicated. He just needed to drop that drop of blood into the master's mouth and leave the rest to the magical magic.

But how could such a simple process demonstrate his role?

Every qualified slacker knows that simple things need to be complicated to prove their value to the boss while slacking off. Moreover, this could also practice alchemy.

After nearly ten minutes of complex mixing, the strange medicinal soup in the mithril crucible was reduced over high heat.

Under Mason's constant stirring with a crystal rod, a silver-grey viscous liquid formed and was carefully poured into a triangular crystal bottle.

The finished product was like mercury, but reflected a beautiful three-color light under the lamp.

As Mason held it, a prompt appeared in front of him:

Pure Healing Potion

Quality: Epic Alchemical Creation · Excellent Craftsmanship

Features: Toxin Purification · Negative Curse Purification · Physical Fitness · Water of Longevity

Item Effect: Neutralizes most poisoning and negative curse effects (effective for three days), and provides certain physical strengthening according to the drinker's physique, compensating for missing vitality and increasing the upper limit of life expectancy.【Can be consumed multiple times, the limit is 200 years old】

Producer: Mason Cooper

Item Description: You made such a mediocre potion with rare legendary materials? Do you have pig hooves for hands?

Successfully completed an Epic Quality · Excellent Craftsmanship Alchemy item production, successfully completed a Legendary Material Fusion, Alchemy skill proficiency X6X5X10=X300 increased, currently at Lv4.

【Alchemy Conversion】Formula unlocked.

New Trait Unlocked【Luxurious Alchemist: Increase the quality of items produced when using high-grade materials for alchemy】

"Huh? Does this thing also have a pay-to-win mode?"

Mason blinked.

He didn't expect that a single fusion of legendary materials would give him a rocket-like leap, which made him feel very meticulous and deeply frustrated at the same time.

The damned malicious language in the item description hurt his heart once again.

But Mason, who wanted face, had to admit that this criticism was correct.

He used expensive and rare legendary materials, but only made a potion of excellent craftsmanship. Even he felt like he had grown a pair of pig hooves.

"Let it sit for ten minutes,

and then give it to him to drink."

The young man handed the warm potion with the alchemy stone to Alfred with a touch of sadness. The old butler held it in both hands as if holding the last hope.

Mason reminded:

"It will take two to three days to take effect, but he will wake up soon. Contact me if there are any problems. Now I'm going back to sleep, I'm really tired.

Also, don't forget to tell Mr. Bruce Wayne.

Now, he owes me a big favor."