(For the "Reckless Summer" brothers)

Bruce Wayne struggled to open his eyes.

His consciousness was still lingering in the dreams brought by the brink of life and death, but it was not a pleasant dream. After all, the pain of the body could be projected onto the mind.

He had been in a coma for more than twenty-four hours and had nightmares for a full twenty-four hours.

When he regained consciousness and clenched his fist to attack, he was still weak and his fist was pressed down by a pair of gentle hands.

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

Selina's joyful and tender voice sounded in Master's ear, making 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 once destroyed every bone and every blood vessel like a sharp knife had gone far away.

Another gentler and more healing power was wandering in his exhausted body. It not only repaired the difficult-to-heal external injuries but also treated the old injuries in the warm water.

The pure blood of the unicorn brought not only simple healing but also a magical power that could make dead wood come back to life.

Bruce had not been conscious for ten seconds, but he felt more comfortable every second. The strange feeling made him unable to help but relax his body.

Even his low mood became relaxed.

He looked at Selina, who was sitting beside him and holding his hands. He saw the worry that could not be concealed in Catwoman's eyes and tried hard to smile at her.

Then he leaned against the head of the bed with Catwoman's support and looked at the people beside him.

Afuo, Dr. Leslie, and Lucius.

The feeling that these people who 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 in a moment.

But soon, that desolate atmosphere returned to him.

It was like a black cloak covering the changes and eruptions of all emotions in this man's heart.

"Thank you."

Master said softly, "You saved me."

"You should thank Mason, Bruce."

Dr. Leslie rubbed his forehead and said, "He and Selina 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 that potion miraculously pulled you back from the brink of death in a few hours, which made me have to admit that in my previous life, I might have been too superstitious about science."

"Me too."

Mr. Lucius smiled bitterly and adjusted his shirt collar. He said, "I should have a drink to ease my bad mood now."

"Together?"

Dr. Leslie glanced at Mr. Lucius and made an invitation. The engineer shrugged and said, "Why not?"

Then the two guys, whose ages added up to more than one hundred years old, turned and left with laughter and conversation.

Their relationship with Bruce was different from Alfred and Selina's relationship with Bruce. These two were not interested in participating in Batman's business.For various reasons, they were trying their best to protect Bruce Wayne, but they didn't really care about the character of Batman.

Now that Bruce has been out of danger, the two who have been mentally strained for more than a day should relax a bit. Watching them leave, Selina muttered quietly:

"Maybe I should call Commissioner Gordon. There's an old billionaire near his girlfriend, this is too bad."

"Young master, you really scared my old heart."

Alfred also stood by the master's bed, looking at the person in front of him who was visibly recovering at a rapid pace. He nodded and said:

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

"Afu, did I hear 'Unicorn' just now?"

Leaning against the head of the bed, the playboy put Selina's hand on his chest and looked at his most trusted butler with a strange expression:

"So what did that magical young man Mason give me to drink? And how much did you spend to invite him to save me?"

"Well, let Miss Selina tell you about that."

The butler smiled and said:

"I'm tired too, I should take some time to rest. Maybe this city will be in chaos soon, I need a drink and a happy sleep. Don't bother you two. I'll be next door."

After speaking, Alfred also turned and left, leaving the precious time to the pair of infatuated lovers who had been entangled for more than a decade.

"So, this should be an exciting story?"

The master turned his head to look at Selina, and the Catwoman snorted, withdrew her hand and said:

"It's very exciting, but I don't want to tell you. And I haven't bothered you about your other lover yet, and you actually let her come to you... um."

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

Of course, Lady Cat didn't forget to cover her left arm when she was in a mess of love and infatuation. She didn't want the man burdened with a heavy sense of responsibility to worry about her.

Those things and pressures should be borne by herself.

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While the master who crawled back from hell was enjoying the warmth, Mason was frowning and looking at the magic metals that had been melted by magic fire in front of him in his small cabin.

He was trying the just unlocked "Alchemy Transformation" formula.

Alchemy is not just about making magic potions with poisonous mushrooms and old shoe soles. Ancient alchemists pursued the change in material properties.

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

When alchemy reaches level 4, Mason finally enters this field.

He scratched his head as he looked at the primary transformation formula written on his research notes. According to these formulas, he could use Philosopher's Stones as a medium to transform a material with magic power into a completely different nature.

For example, turning a piece of Mountain Blood Ore into Cold Iron Ore, and extracting a substance called "Alchemy Element" from various materials to make more advanced alchemy materials.

Things like Primordial Fire and Primordial Shadow, which are necessary for making advanced potions later, cannot be lacking.

It sounds simple, but it's too difficult to do.Mason spent a full five hours and wasted two alchemy stones before finally completing his first object transmutation. He held the metal block emitting a faint chill in his hand and felt the coldness seeping in.

"I feel like my daily routine now is just to shatter and trample on my worldview and scientific knowledge," the young man complained as he tidied up his materials. "What happened to the promise of approaching science and a happy life?"

He took out the Devil's Box from his nearby suitcase and put on the thick leather gloves he made during his tailoring practice. He then placed several Devil Coins on the table and Will Turner's forging notes in front of him.

Considering that even Batman had been attacked, Mason felt that Gotham was likely in turmoil. The entire city might be engulfed in a wave of terror in one or two days, so he urgently felt that his K team needed to strengthen their equipment. And these abundant Curse Coins were a good means to achieve that.

Mason read Will Turner's special instructions, sprinkled some special powder on his left hand according to the description in the notes, and then ignited the devil fire to make the flame dance on his fingertips. Finally, he placed a Devil Coin in his palm. With the support of the flame magic, it did not touch his skin and melted in the burning flame, and then he poured it into a more complex bullet mold to shape it.

Mason melted four Curse Coins and made 24 bullet heads. He then picked up the standard shells and filled them with gunpowder before assembling them. In his busy work, he quickly made 24 single-headed bullets for shotguns and double-barrel pistols.

Although they were handmade, with the blessing of engineering skills, the bullets made by Mason were not much worse than those produced on a production line. He held a curse 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: Imposes [Weakness Torture] on any target that is hit but not killed, weakening their physical fitness while suffering stronger and stronger mental pressure until they go insane. The curse will continue until the target dies or the blood-stained Curse Metal is returned to the Devil's Box.

When the target is a white male, the curse takes effect faster and is stronger.

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

Maker: Mason Cooper

Item Description: Magic bullets are more dangerous than bullets themselves.

"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 his character card:

"Completed the production of a fine quality and excellent craftsmanship engineering item, and the engineering skill proficiency increased by X4X5=X20."

Twenty-four identical prompts made Mason feel pleased. He still had 500 Devil Coins on hand, and each coin could make six curse bullets. If he made them all, his engineering skill would probably reach level 4 with ease. But that was impossible.These gold coins all have their own uses, and only some can be separated to make reusable bullets for himself and Charles, while the rest will be used as materials to practice enchanting and inscriptions.

He needs to complete the curse enchantment on Sujie's eagle in Selena's hands before danger arrives, and also upgrade Catwoman's whip with the centaur mane and unicorn hair found in the Forbidden Forest.

If possible, he will also practice his still pitiful tailoring skills.

But the good news is that he has a lot of magic leather on hand, and after using alchemy and enchanting to tan it, reaching level 1 in tailoring should not be a problem.

Great! Fantastic!

All the branching skills seem to have taken a healthy and progressive path, except for jewelry processing... Mason really doesn't have the mood to deal with it right now.

Not only does it require professional tools, but also various rare gems.

Catwoman should have a lot of jewelry, but she definitely won't casually give her collection to Mason, so he'll have to wait a little longer.

He hummed a song and continued to melt devil gold coins to make extremely "punishing" cursed bullets, entertaining himself until ten o'clock at night, when Mason stretched and got up to pull up the Cooper store's roller shutter.

It's time to "open for business" again.

Hopefully tonight, there will be a sucker like Damian Wayne coming into his shop, bringing him more materials to exchange.

The manufacturing branch really costs too much to upgrade skills, and there's no way to make money.

Speaking of which, Mason's shop is really outrageous...

From the time he opened for business to now, it has been about seven days, and he has only opened the door twice. This three-day fishing and thirty-day netting attitude towards doing business is simply unreasonable.

But the young man's luck is good tonight. Just after he opened the door for a few minutes, a drunk young girl stumbled in.

"Mason? Mason Cooper?"

She looked like she had drunk quite a bit of alcohol, her cheeks were red and she leaned on Mason's counter, pushing her gold wire glasses up to show a knowledgeable smile.

She said:

"Are you Mason?"

"Are you here specifically to find me?"

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

He didn't know her, but she looked pretty, with a height of 1.75 meters and high heels making her look quite tall, wearing a black and white professional suit but without makeup.

Without powder and paint, she was still youthful and beautiful, with her blonde hair tied up in a capable style.

In terms of temperament, she looked like a college student, but she obviously already had a job. Although she was drunk, she was still polite and looked like a high-quality talent.

But this is also what makes Mason most puzzled.

A respectable person in Gotham, and a girl at that, coming to Crime Alley at night? Has his little shop's reputation spread?

No way.

"Well, I was introduced by Commissioner Gordon."

The drunken girl was a little dizzy, but still explained:

"I had worked with Mr. Gordon before, and he has a kind of magical potion that can quickly restore energy after drinking it, so I asked him about it.

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But when I came over a few days ago, your shop was closed."

"F**k Gordon!"Mason curled his lips and mentally greeted his nominal guardian. That enthusiastic and righteous old man really knew how to cause trouble for him.

He had given him the vitality potion for his own use, not for him to advertise it in the store, which wasn't intended for ordinary people.

Besides, most magic potions were toxic, and ordinary people couldn't drink them directly.

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

Mason looked at the young girl with an expectant face in front of him, feeling a bit of a headache.

Beautiful things always get more lenient treatment, especially when this girl, now drunk, was staring at him with big eyes like a cat, making it hard for him to say no.

He hesitated for a moment and said:

"Technically, this store doesn't accept cash, but you're a friend of Gordon's, and Gordon is my friend, so I'll give you a special offer, ma'am.

Come on, I'll get it for you."

He stood up and walked to the counter to fetch a few blue vitality potions, putting them into a paper bag while casually asking:

"How did you get to know Gordon? Does that boring old man have a young and beautiful friend like you?"

"Oh, we're colleagues."

The praised girl chuckled. She looked around Mason's store while introducing herself:

"I'm a criminal psychology expert and psychiatrist, as well as a criminal psychology consultant for the Gotham Police Department. It's hard to find a job in this field in other places, but in Gotham, it's like a fish in water.

I heard about your story from him when we went to Blackgate Prison together to do a mental evaluation for the Penguin."

She rubbed her aching forehead and said:

"I've always been under a lot of work pressure, and I've tried yoga and meditation, but they didn't help. It wasn't until Commissioner Gordon's magical potion that I had a good night's sleep.

Are you really an alchemist?

Mason, can you do magic?"

"Uh, that depends on how you define magic."

The young man shrugged his shoulders and handed the potions in the paper bag to the guest, lingering on her chest for a few seconds.

Don't get the wrong idea; Mason wasn't that kind of person.

He could resist Catwoman's teasing, but what really attracted Mason was the identity tag on the girl's chest.

"Harley Quinzel?"

This familiar name made Mason squint his eyes.

A few seconds later, he showed a gentle smile to the female doctor who was taking out her wallet:

"No need, consider these potions as a thank you for assisting Gordon in his work. However, your dark circles look so severe that you might need other ways to relax.

If you have time, you might want to wait for a while, and I can introduce you to another magical potion.

I call it a soothing agent or a calming potion.

It will definitely be useful for a girl like you who is under a lot of work pressure. Well, what I mean is, it should also be useful for some of the difficult patients you encounter in your work."

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

Then, he added the words he didn't say in his heart:

"Like the famous Zhou Kuo'er..."