Chapter 177 60. Mason Cooper is indeed a vicious bastard (sure!)

During this time, Mason had been running around, but Poison Ivy, who stayed in Cooper's cabin, wasted no time.

She wasn't just learning alchemy with Mason for fun.

She didn't want to turn back into the manic mad woman she once was. If she wanted to control her emotions, she had to learn how to make the three potions.

Thanks to day and night practice and Poison Ivy's powerful manipulation of plants, it's finally time to bear fruit.

Under Mason's watch, Ivy spent thirty minutes starting from the selection of materials to complete the preparation of a tranquilizer, which is the easiest to make among the three mood-related potions.

But she didn't have the help of Mason's manufacturing system. She relied entirely on her own practice to master the skills.

Ivy extinguished the flame of the crucible, used an alchemical spoon to put the potion into a crystal bottle, and handed it to Mason with both hands. The anxious expression on her green face was like that of a student who submitted his homework to the teacher for review.

Harley Quinn, who was watching, also covered her mouth and stared at Mason with wide eyes, waiting for his judgment.

She has been with Ivy these days. She knows how hard her best friend works. Although she is going crazy, she still hopes that her best friend can get a "high score" in this "practical assessment".

“The color is correct and the taste is fine.”

Mason sat on a chair and put the medicine handed over by Ivy in front of his eyes to look at it carefully. After a few seconds, he shook the bottle in his hand and said to Poison Ivy:

"But the filtration was not careful enough and sediment appeared, which may affect the final effect of this tranquilizer. But for novices, it is already good to be able to do this.

Next up is the last item, Ivy.

You know, as alchemists, we should have enough confidence in our skills. If you have fully understood the secret of this formula, then you should be aware of the effects of this potion.

so."

Mason handed the potion back to Poison Ivy and said:

"Drink it."

"That's not fair!"

Harley Quinn, who was looking on, shook her blond hair in twin ponytails and shouted:

"I haven't seen you drink the potion yourself after making it. Mason, I think you are just trying to embarrass Ivy."

"An alchemist who dares not drink the potion he makes cannot be called a potion maker."

Mason said expressionlessly:

"And I drink a bottle of 'Brown Owl' every morning to ensure my energy for the day. This is not a double standard. How can I safely give something to my companions that I don't dare to drink?"

"Wrong sense!"

Harley snorted and said:

"I also know that you asked Kite Man to secretly recruit long-term drug testers for you in Gotham's minions union. I also joined that union a few days ago!

I also saw the information posted by Kite Man!

Hey, I’ll drink it!”

She snatched the potion from Mason's hand, raised her head and drank a bottle of potion before Poison Ivy could stop her. After drinking it, she frowned and pursed her lips, as if she was savoring the taste of the potion.

"Oh, something doesn't seem right."

Harley blinked and said:

"Why is it so bitter? Mason's tranquilizer tastes great like orange, but you don't have it. Ivy, are you mistaken?"

"Because the taste is also an important part of the potion's effect."

Mason picked up his watch, read the seconds, and explained to Harley Quinn:

"In order to take care of your feelings, I specially added concentrated orange juice to your potions. I know you like this fruit."

"Plop"

Before he finished speaking, Harley Quinn fell to the ground, lying on the ground in a very inelegant posture, buttocks in the air, and soon began to snore.

Mason glanced at the time and said:

"It takes thirteen seconds from drinking to falling asleep. It seems that your potion is very effective.

I drank a small bottle in one go. I really admire Harley's good appetite. She has drank it so many times. Doesn't she know that the normal dosage of this stuff is calculated in terms of "drops"?

What she just drank was enough for her to sleep for three days.

But this is not a bad thing. Her recent emotional release has been a bit too intense and she should really restrain herself and rest for a few days."

"Have I passed the test?"

Poison Ivy waved her hand, and the branches of a potted plant beside the table behind her quickly grew like living vines and snaked over, rolling Harley Quinn up from the ground, and quickly "woven" into a vine under her body.

The bed would make her sleep more comfortable.

Ivy raised her head and looked at Mason. The evil alchemist nodded and said:

"You can start trying to make the elation agent. The demulcent is the most troublesome part of the process, so leave it to the end. But now that you have started, there are some things I should tell you.

I need your ability to control plants, Ivy.

To be precise, my small organization needs your help. You can interpret this as an 'invitation'. I will tell you the specific work when we arrive at our destination.

If you don’t have a date tonight, shall we set off now?”

"Harry has been telling me that you must be from a secret organization. She also pretended to want to find out your little secret. It seems that she was right.

She is indeed very sensitive in this regard."

Poison Ivy wasn't too surprised.

She has been "famous" in Gotham for a long time and has been a front-line villain for several years, so she has already seen a lot. Faced with Mason's invitation, she acted very calmly.

But before leaving, she glanced at Harley Quinn, who was sleeping soundly on the rattan bed, and said:

"Is it okay to leave her here alone?"

"Let her rest well."

Mason took out the invisibility cloak and covered Harley to prevent her from catching a cold. He then took out a black, briefcase-sized drone from his pocket and placed it on the table.

The thing activates as soon as the finger is released.

Six X-shaped flying wings popped up from its rear, supporting it and began to patrol within the basement.

After leaving the basement, Mason released the remaining three identical drones and asked them to guard Cooper's store. He also placed the bottles and cans he was carrying behind the counter. This was considered complete defense.

Work.

He turned his head and saw Poison Ivy looking at the drones with a curious look, and explained:

"This thing is called 'Pterodactyl'. It is a civilian armed drone made with the technology of the future era. It is very intelligent and can scan all life that is close to this place. If it is not authorized to enter, it will trigger the attack program.

Generally speaking, a short-frequency high-voltage stun gun is enough to protect Harley and deal with thieves."

"But there are more than just thieves in Gotham."

Poison Ivy sat on the side of Mason's scooter, put on a green helmet and said worriedly:

"This city is full of lunatics in strange costumes."

"So I gave them Level 2 authorization."

Mason shrugged and said:

"When the stun gun is useless, it will activate the quadruple small-caliber riot gun and special paralysis bullets. In addition, the lethal electric attack released when attacked should put you at ease, right?

If that's not enough, they will explode in place when destroyed.

The power is equivalent to the impact caused by the simultaneous explosion of three high-explosive grenades. Well, if you are still not worried, I can equip this place with a 'Griffin' military assault drone.

Its firepower is battlefield grade.”

"Enough is enough."

Poison Ivy waved her hands and said:

"Where did you get all these crazy-sounding things?"

"Didn't I say it before? I found some great friends when I went out this time."

Mason grinned and said:

"These are the 'samples' she gave me. When I have my hands free, I can make these equipment on a large scale. After they are equipped with my homemade engineering bombs, they will become something that can make the enemy cry."

A cute little girl who calls her mother.

Sit tight.

We're leaving."

The young man twisted the handlebars, causing the scooter to catapult on the spot and rocket into the sky with a whoosh.

He wants to take Poison Ivy to Port Miller and cross the World Gate there to the Forbidden Forest, complete the harvest of the potion field, and invite Poison Ivy to be the "gardener" of Team K.

As long as this sister's ability to manipulate plants is used properly, Mason will not have to worry about the lack of alchemical materials in the future.

But tonight at Cooper's store is destined to not be quiet.
To be continued...