Marvel: The Alchemist Just Wants a Peaceful Life

Seeing that the three little ones were having a blast, Sherlock exuded a chilling murderous aura. He appeared behind them almost instantly, at a speed invisible to the naked eye, his face as fierce as a demon crawling out of hell.

Thump! Meow! Snap!

Sherlock, without any hesitation, swung his hand and gave each of the three little ones a sharp rap on the head. Accompanied by pain and three completely different crisp sounds, the three little ones, who were completely having fun, finally came to their senses.

Seeing Sherlock's murderous aura and face that resembled a demon from hell, the three little ones, who had been having a blast, completely calmed down. With Sherlock pointing to their house, the three little ones slunk away into the house.

Doro even temporarily gave up when he originally wanted to secretly take the unfinished orange juice under Sherlock's death stare.

As the three little ones completely left the wild area filled with naked men, Sherlock finally took a deep breath, plopped down opposite the Ancient One with a poker face, and looked at her with an incredibly resentful gaze.

Helen was too busy preparing for Anne's wedding, which led to the three kids letting loose. Sherlock could understand, but how could a Sorcerer Supreme, and even an elder of Dorothy, let the three kids act like that?

Furthermore, Sherlock especially wanted to ask, is this the kind of occasion in which a Sorcerer Supreme like yourself should be present?

Seeing Sherlock's incredibly resentful gaze, Gu Yi understood what Sherlock was trying to express, but she didn't seem to care at all. She even picked up her 'oolong tea' in front of her, took a sip, and then smiled at Sherlock.

"Don't be so serious, you have to find some fun for yourself, right?"

As Gu Yi spoke, she snapped her fingers, and the next second, a seemingly ordinary cup of oolong tea appeared in front of Sherlock.

However, Sherlock had no intention of listening to the Ancient One's advice. He didn't even bother to pick up the cup of oolong tea. Instead, he calmly took out a lighter from his pocket and lit the cup of oolong tea right in front of the Ancient One, even giving her a cold smile.

Seeing that Sherlock hadn't fallen for the trick, the Ancient One didn't mind. Instead, she smiled at Sherlock and then spoke to him on her own.

"It seems you don't like tea anymore, so let me give you a cup of water instead."

As the Ancient One finished speaking, the oolong tea in front of Sherlock turned into a cup of clear, transparent 'water' in the next second.

Although Sherlock didn't say anything, his expression seemed to say it all. He kept a straight face and lit the water in front of him with a lighter.

It didn't burn!

This scene made Sherlock raise an eyebrow slightly, glance at the Ancient One with a smile on her lips, sneer at the Ancient One, and then directly take out a glass straw from his four-dimensional pocket and stick it into the clear water in front of him.

With a flick of a lighter, a small flame began to burn steadily at the opening of the glass straw.

Sherlock then gave the Ancient One a smug, disdainful look.

The Ancient One, however, waved her hand at Sherlock with a bored expression, rolled her eyes at him, and then complained to Sherlock in an annoyed tone.

"Look at you, you don't believe me, fine, but this is pointless!"

Sherlock: "??????"

Chapter 302 The Petty Ancient One

Listening to the Ancient One's complaints, Sherlock was filled with questions. He felt that there were so many things to complain about that he couldn't even find a place to start.

Seeing Sherlock's almost existential crisis, the Ancient One gave up on teasing him. Instead, she finished her oolong tea and snapped her fingers.

In an instant, the once bustling and noisy courtyard fell silent, or to be more precise, Gu Yi isolated her and Sherlock from the hustle and bustle, and the wine on the table instantly turned into two cups of steaming tea.

Looking at the fragrant tea in front of him, Sherlock's expression finally returned to normal. To be honest, based on the Ancient One's performance just now, Sherlock even began to suspect that the boiled egg in front of him had been replaced.

Meanwhile, Gu Yi stopped her playful antics, picked up her teacup, took a sip, and then looked in Sherlock's direction.

"I have used the Time Stone to temporarily stabilize the little girl named Laura's condition. However, you should know that this is not a long-term solution. You will have to find a way to solve the little girl's physical problems yourself in the future."

Upon hearing the Ancient One's words, Sherlock's expression gradually calmed down, and he nodded to the Ancient One.

It's not that Sherlock doesn't want to solve Lara's problem right now, but rather that Lara's problem needs to be solved slowly; rushing it won't work, since no one knows exactly what kind of effects vibranium will have on the human body.

That's why the Ancient One fixed the time on Lara's body to give Sherlock time to observe her; this was the most responsible way to treat Lara.

After hearing what the Ancient One said, Sherlock took a deep breath, looked up in the direction of the Ancient One, and pressed her for an answer.

"You're not here just to resolve Laura's matter this time, are you? Are you taking me to Asgard to reclaim compensation for the Battle of New York?"

As Sherlock asked his question, a half-smile appeared on the Ancient One's face. She stared at Sherlock with a mocking look for a while before chuckling and saying to him.

"So you still remember? I thought you were having too much fun after the Battle of New York and had completely forgotten about it, my dear Mr. Green Skull. How was it? Did you have fun cosplaying Hydra and Mustache with the Avengers?"

Listening to the Ancient One's teasing, even Sherlock, with his thick skin, couldn't quite hold back and inexplicably felt the embarrassment of being caught by his parents while dressed as a woman.

However, Sherlock quickly realized how the Ancient One knew he was dressed as Hydra and with a mustache while being a member of the Avengers.

Almost instinctively, Sherlock's gaze fell upon the Eye of Agamotto on the Ancient One's chest. Upon seeing the fleeting green light, Sherlock couldn't help but curse.

"Damn time manipulators!"

Hearing Sherlock's words, the Ancient One didn't seem to care at all. Instead, she seemed to have finally satisfied something, and her smile widened as she asked Sherlock.

"So, do you want to become a manipulator of time like me? After all, when you played a prank on Loki after the Battle of New York, I noticed you were quite interested in the Time Stone."

Sherlock, who was originally just venting his frustration about the Ancient One having the Time Stone, suddenly became speechless after hearing her invitation, and gave her a disgruntled glare.

"I've already rejected you countless times. I'm sorry, but I'm not interested in your position as Sorcerer Supreme. For me, a job that requires working 007 all year round is simply not what I'm after."

My dearest Supreme Universe Number One Overworked Heavenly Venerable, Overtime King, Earth's 24*365 Day Guardian, Mage Lady.

More than becoming the universe's number one workaholic, I'm concerned about when we're actually going to Asgard.

Upon hearing Sherlock's close-range attack, the Ancient One's expression remained unchanged; she simply remarked to Sherlock with a touch of emotion.

"Hearing you address me like that really makes me feel quite sad, although in my opinion, the position of the Sorcerer Supreme is not as tiring as you say, and there are quite a lot of fun things to do."

Faced with the Ancient One's rebuttal, Sherlock rolled his eyes again, picked up his tea and took a sip, but the next second, he spat out all the tea he was drinking.

Seeing this, Gu Yixiao became even happier and continued speaking to Sherlock.

"As for when exactly we'll go to Asgard, I don't think we'll be in a day's trouble. Whether as the Sorcerer Supreme or as friends, the most important thing right now is to enjoy the pleasures of life, isn't it?"

As she spoke, Gu Yi snapped her fingers to cancel the surrounding shielding.

In an instant, the noisy ambient sounds, along with the roars and shouts of that group of scumbags and the chugging sounds of them drinking, returned to Sherlock's ears.

It was only at this moment that Sherlock realized that the teacup in his hand was not a teacup at all, but rather the 'oolong tea' that the Ancient One had conjured up for him from the very beginning!

Seeing Sherlock's extremely resentful gaze, Gu Yi smiled even more happily, and even clapped his hands, attracting the attention of two burly men among the group of scumbags.

Seeing that the two burly men had turned their gazes toward her, Gu Yi pointed with a mischievous grin at Sherlock, who was sitting opposite her looking completely bewildered.

Then Sherlock felt two huge and powerful hands land on his shoulders.

Brother 1: "Oh my~ Oh my~ A newbie?"

Brother 2: "It looks like it. Look, he's drinking our special blend of oolong tea, and he's even wearing clothes!"

Sherlock: "No! I didn't! I've given up drinking!"

As the two burly men talked, a sense of unease instantly rose in Sherlock's heart. He wanted to explain to the two big guys, but unfortunately, they were completely absorbed in their own world.

"How can you give up drinking?" "Alcohol is something ingrained in human DNA that makes people feel happy!" "That's right, let's experience the joy from the depths of our souls together!"

As the two muscular brothers chatted back and forth, they simply picked Sherlock up and threw him into the midst of the reveling scum.

Seeing this scene before her, a veritable replica of the infamous beginning of evil in Grand Blue, and hearing Sherlock's cries of "Yamete!" like a violated young girl, the Ancient One's smile grew even brighter.

Serves you right for calling me the ultimate bull in the universe!

Chapter 303 Getting drunk isn't scary, what's scary is having someone help you remember.

The next morning, Sherlock was awakened by the blinding sunlight. The moment he opened his eyes, he sat up abruptly and began to look around nervously.

After a while, he was finally sure that he was still in his own home, in his own bedroom, and that there was nothing unusual in the bedroom, so he breathed a sigh of relief.

What followed was the indescribable, intense headache that came with the hangover. With the discomfort that felt like someone was stirring something in his head with a stick, Sherlock tried hard to recall what had happened the day before.

Unfortunately, Sherlock's last memory was being dragged into a crowd of scum by those two muscle-bound brothers, and he couldn't remember anything after that.

Even so, that was enough. After taking a deep breath, Sherlock, with the conviction that he was going to die, threw off his blanket.

The good news was that he wasn't completely naked like those scumbags; he was still wearing his underwear. After performing Kegel exercises a few times, Sherlock was certain that his sphincter muscles were still elastic and he felt nothing unusual.

The bad news is that, looking at the pair of underwear he was wearing, Sherlock suddenly wished he could just activate the transmutation of his homeland or simply move to another planet to live on.

The reason is simple: the pair of underwear Sherlock is wearing right now is a pair he bought online to satisfy his perverse tastes when he was studying with the rabbit.

The front has the words "Nice to meet you" printed on it, and the back has the words "Welcome!" printed on it.

Sherlock swore that he bought the underwear only to satisfy some of his perverse tastes. After all, underwear was something that he would probably only ever see in public, and Sherlock never imagined that he would one day appear in public wearing it.

The thought of wearing such a thing yesterday made Sherlock feel like he wanted to die.

After using alchemy to treat his hangover, Sherlock took a shower, quietly changed into a normal pair of underwear, got dressed, and left his room.

When Sherlock opened the door to his bedroom, the long line of people from yesterday had vanished, and even the lively and festive decorations had been cleaned up.

Even the Black Widow, who usually stayed at the house, moved out because of the pub's official opening and Annie and Eddie's marriage.

Sherlock's house was restored to its original state, giving Sherlock an unexpected sense of loneliness, as if the house were deserted.

Fortunately, the feeling came and went quickly. Sherlock rubbed his head as he went downstairs to make himself a nice cup of black coffee to perk himself up.

However, when Sherlock came down the stairs of his house, he was surprised to see the culprit who caused his drunkenness the day before sitting calmly at the dining table drinking black coffee. Even Doro and Orange, the cat, were calmly eating breakfast at the table.

Seeing the unusually familiar Ancient One, Sherlock glared at the boiled egg in the bright yellow robe with gritted teeth, and was instantly filled with rage.

However, it was obvious that the Ancient One didn't care at all what Sherlock was thinking. As if she had sensed Sherlock's ill-intentioned gaze, she turned her head and saw Sherlock standing at the top of the stairs, and her smile deepened.

Good morning, our dance king.

"Pfft! Hahahahahahahahahaha..."

Upon hearing the Ancient One's greeting, Sherlock's first reaction was bewilderment, followed by Doro's somewhat suppressed laughter. In fact, it wasn't just Doro; even Orange joined in at the end.

It's hard to imagine a cat lying on a dining table, clutching its belly, laughing until tears stream down its face at a creature that looks like a doll.

However, this scene made Sherlock's face grow darker and darker. Soon, however, Sherlock's face, which was as black as the bottom of a pot, turned into one of terror, as if he had suddenly remembered something terrible.

Sherlock frantically pulled out his phone, and after opening the encrypted instant messaging software, seeing the 99+ unread messages in the group chat called 'Hydra is up to something (Global Flight)', Sherlock's heart sank completely.

In an instant, Sherlock's expression changed from initial fear to a calm acceptance of everything. He silently tapped the group chat with trembling fingers and scrolled to the top to read the first unread message. Suddenly, everything went black before Sherlock's eyes.

Let my bullets do the talking: [Video]

I'm not a tin can: Awesome!

Frisbee expert: 6!

Elf Prince (avatar is his own version from the Battle of New York): Saved!

Heartless and Beautiful Widow (with family): I can't outshine her! I can't outshine her!