Marvel: The Alchemist Just Wants a Peaceful Life

"The grandest festival in Asgard is just around the corner. I've come to invite you to attend. After all, learning should be balanced with rest, shouldn't it?"

Frigga pointed meaningfully at Sherlock's head. Only then did Sherlock realize just how disheveled he looked. He looked up towards the library and saw that almost everyone's eyes were on him. Even Sherlock couldn't help but blush.

"Okay! I'll take my leave now, I'll go pack my things!"

Before he could finish speaking, Sherlock dashed out of the library, as if he knew his appearance was inappropriate. However, just a few seconds after running out of the library, he suddenly turned back and spoke to the librarian.

"Don't touch my books!"

As Sherlock spoke, the threat in his eyes was undisguised, causing the poor librarian to swallow hard. His eyes darted around in Frigga's direction, and only after Frigga nodded slightly did the librarian nod back to Sherlock.

As soon as the librarian nodded, Sherlock vanished in a flash.

Looking in the direction where Sherlock disappeared, and thinking about the changes Sherlock had brought to Asgard, Frigga finally showed a helpless yet doting smile.

Just as Odin said before, if possible, both Odin and Frigga would prefer Sherlock to be the successor of Asgard, even though Sherlock has many flaws and even a bit of a perverse sense of humor.

However, it cannot be denied that compared to Loki or Thor, Sherlock is undoubtedly the one with the most qualifications to be a 'king'.

This applies to strength, vision, and even overall perspective.

Chapter 315 Milk Dumpling Leads Gangsters to Chop People in the Street?

Sherlock had no idea that he had such a high opinion of himself in the eyes of Frigga and Odin. In Sherlock's view, he had only done what he was supposed to do and had not even taken on the responsibility of securing the future of Asgard.

After quickly tidying himself up, Sherlock went to Frigga to find out what this so-called festival was all about and its general procedures.

To Sherlock's surprise, Frigga didn't tell him everything. Instead, she kept him in suspense, only telling him the general process of the festival and where he should be, without saying anything more.

Sherlock didn't care much, after all, this thing was just a way for Sherlock, an Earthling, to relax. So, without thinking much about it, Sherlock followed Frigga and the others to the viewing platform early the next morning.

With the opening remarks of a classic leader, this grand festival unique to Asgard also began.

Sherlock finally learned what the festival was all about.

To put it simply, this festival is nothing more than a combination of a military parade and a carnival procession.

First, the various branches of the Asgardian army marched past the reviewing stand in neat formation, starting with the royal guards in golden armor and ending with the archers of the Asgardian army.

Sherlock's assessment of this was: not as good as a rabbit!

However, thanks to the unique Marvel universe's characteristic of universally favoring close combat regardless of technological level, Sherlock was quite treated to a visual feast.

What truly surprised Sherlock was the 'legendary warriors' squadron following behind the archers.

Unlike the army before them, the so-called 'legendary warriors' did not have any uniform attire, and even their weapons were all kinds of different. However, without exception, each of them represented the most powerful force in Asgard.

The reason is simple: everyone in this formation has their own name, and although they may not be as famous as Thor, they are still extremely powerful.

The formation was inferior to the army that had marched ahead in terms of both pace and discipline, but the overwhelming sense of oppression it exuded, like that of a wild beast, far surpassed that of the so-called 'army' in front.

Of course, that alone wouldn't have surprised Sherlock. What truly surprised him was that the leader of this 'Legendary Warrior' formation was none other than Doro!

Who would have thought that a soft, cute pink fluffy ball of fur, riding on the back of an adorable orange cat, would walk in front of a group of big, burly guys who looked like they were not to be trifled with, with such a leader-like demeanor?

Milk dumpling leads gangsters out to the streets to attack people?

Most importantly, that pink-furred ball of fur was carrying Thor's signature weapon, Mjolnir, on its shoulder!

And it's not just one cat hammer, it's two cat hammers, one big and one small!

When Sherlock saw Doro appear at the front of the group, he couldn't hold back and spat out his tea. He looked at Frigga, who always had a standard smile on her face, with a surprised expression.

No? Is this right? For such a grand festival, you're not only letting Doro walk in the Asgardian procession, but at the very front of the procession of Asgard's most famous 'legendary warrior'? Is this reasonable?

To Sherlock's surprise, aside from the Asgardians, every single one of the aliens who came to Asgard for the festival thought it was all reasonable!

Even when he saw Doro, who was the leader, he reacted almost the same way as Sherlock. He spat out a mouthful of tea and looked at Odin and Frigga with an incredulous look. You could even see that almost all the outsiders were staring at Odin and Frigga for a while before they started whispering to the people around them.

Such a situation naturally could not escape the notice of Sherlock, Odin, and Frigga, who were on the viewing platform. However, apart from Sherlock, Odin and Frigga seemed to have expected it all along and did not react at all.

Loki, who was hiding in the shadows, was somewhat bewildered when he saw this scene, completely unaware of what had happened.

On the contrary, after pondering for a while with his head down, Sherlock quickly understood why this had happened. However, even though he understood, it didn't stop Sherlock from helplessly covering his face.

The reason for this seemingly comical scene is actually quite simple. To put it simply, Frigga and Odin were just using Sherlock's identity as an alchemist to showcase Asgard's 'foundation'.

After all, those who could cross galaxies to participate in this 'festival' would definitely not be of low status, and therefore would also be very knowledgeable. Doro's identity as an artificial life form, plus Orange's identity as a Flerken, were naturally seen clearly by these shrewd people.

Doro's presence in the parade, even behind the army and before the warriors, was meant to tell everyone that Asgard had a powerful ally capable of creating alchemical life, thus showcasing Asgard's 'potential'.

Although Sherlock was never told about this from the beginning, he still couldn't find anything wrong with Odin and Frigga!

After all, Sherlock knew Doro too well. He could even imagine Doro begging Frigga to save a 'seat' for him in the procession when he found out there would be a parade at the festival.

After all, ever since Doro became the venerable knight, he has been fascinated by knightly gadgets, and he would never miss a parade or celebration like this after a victory.

Sherlock thought about it more and more and felt that his guess was correct. He covered his face speechlessly. Could this be considered that he had dug his own grave?

Even now, Sherlock could see the burning desire in the eyes of the aliens who had come to participate in the festival as they looked at Odin and Frigga.

However, it must be said that Sherlock has certainly broadened his horizons, as this is the first time in his life he has ever seen a cat marching in formation.

As for how to handle this matter afterward?

It's very simple, just leave the headache to Odin and Frigga, Sherlock is certain of that.

After all, whatever their purpose in trying to get close to Sherlock, the alchemist, it wouldn't be of any strategic benefit to Asgard. Therefore, Sherlock was certain that although Doro's appearance had signaled the return of alchemists, Odin and Frigga would definitely keep him under tight control.

Of course, even so, Sherlock had no intention of staying in Asgard any longer. After all, if things continued like this, he would inevitably be discovered by those people with ulterior motives one day.

So Sherlock had made up his mind to run away as soon as the festival ended!

Chapter 316 Sherlock: Heimdall, you old bastard, you tricked me?

On the other side, after Doro finished marching with Orange, he promptly ran to Frigga's side and started acting cute. Doro's closeness to Frigga surprised the alien guests once again, and even made Sherlock's scalp tingle.

After giving Doro a decisive look, Sherlock got up and ran away almost without hesitation. After all, even if he was going to run away, Sherlock had to copy all the books related to space theory in the Asgardian library and take them with him.

It's important to know that research on space on Earth is far less detailed than that in Asgard.

As for Doro, having spent so much time with Sherlock, he naturally knew what Sherlock's eyes meant. The only thing that Doro was somewhat reluctant to part with was probably the genuine Meow Meow Hammer in his hand.

To be honest, after playing with this thing for so long, Doro has even started to like this official Meow Meow Hammer.

Of course, out of humanitarian considerations, Doro didn't want to bully that strong, silly golden retriever anymore. So after some hesitation, Doro decided to leave the Meowth Hammer in Asgard and leave with Sherlock.

After flirting with Frigga for a while, Doro took advantage of Frigga's inattention, got back on the Orange Saddle, and sped away.

Frigga didn't notice either. After all, it wasn't the first or second time Doro had run off to play. Who would have thought that this time he would actually cooperate with Sherlock to run away?

Meanwhile, after Sherlock copied all the necessary books from the library, he successfully met up with Doro at the palace gate. Without saying a word, Sherlock grabbed Doro and Orange and ran towards the Rainbow Bridge.

Good news: because of the festival, the area around the Rainbow Bridge is practically deserted.

The bad news is that even during the festival, Heimdall, the voyeur, remained steadfast in his post, firmly guarding the gates of the Rainbow Bridge.

Especially when the sixth brother saw Sherlock rushing over with Doro on top of the orange throne, his smile actually deepened.

"Mr. Sherlock, what's going on...?"

Looking at the smile on Heimdall's face, Sherlock knew that this guy was definitely looking for trouble. As the gatekeeper of Asgard and Odin's most trusted person, Sherlock would never believe that Heimdall didn't know why he ran away.

Sherlock rolled his eyes at Heimdall in an annoyed manner, but still maintained a facade of friendliness, which made Sherlock extremely uncomfortable. After holding it in for a long time, he finally spoke to Heimdall.

"It's nothing, I've done everything I needed to do, I want to go back to Earth."

Heimdall, however, did not let Sherlock off the hook with his obviously absurd answer. His orange eyes swept around the direction of the Rainbow Bridge gate before he suppressed a laugh and said to Sherlock.

“Mr. Sherlock, given everything you’ve done on Earth, I personally suggest you stay in Asgard a little longer.”

Upon hearing Heimdall's statement, Sherlock was stunned for a moment before realizing that he had seemingly offended all the Avengers before leaving, especially Zhao Weike. The thought of that incident still sent chills down Sherlock's spine.

"So much time has passed, he should be calmed down by now, right? He can't really tear me apart when I get back, can he? Probably not, right? Maybe? Perhaps? Fxxk!!!"

As Sherlock spoke, he became increasingly less confident, his voice growing softer and softer until he finally broke down and swore.

Sherlock's reaction only made Heimdall's smile grow even brighter, which only fueled Sherlock's anger.

Having finally broken through his defenses, Sherlock had no choice but to give up and demand that Heimdall send him to the deep forests of Earth. He figured if he couldn't afford to mess with Heimdall, he could at least avoid him.

Upon hearing Sherlock's outrageous request, Heimdall's smile grew even brighter, as if he had remembered something interesting, making Sherlock increasingly uneasy.

Just as Sherlock was about to question Heimdall about what he was planning, Heimdall bowed slightly to Sherlock and said something directly to him.

"In that case, so be it."

After saying this, Heimdall actually activated the Rainbow Bridge without hesitation.

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Seeing Heimdall's decisiveness, Sherlock felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it. He could only walk toward the Rainbow Bridge with a head full of questions, looking back every three steps.

Meanwhile, as the Rainbow Bridge was activated, Odin and Frigga naturally noticed it. After exchanging a glance, the couple both saw a hint of helplessness in each other's eyes.

Although the two were quite satisfied with Sherlock, the alchemist, if they had to find anything to complain about, it would probably be that Sherlock wasn't an Asgardian.

The couple had anticipated that Sherlock would run away halfway through the festival, so they weren't surprised.

Although it's impossible to completely bind Sherlock to Asgard's cause, leveraging his alchemist influence without provoking his resentment can still bring Asgard considerable benefits.

Neither Odin nor Frigga would particularly care about Sherlock's departure; in fact, Sherlock running away would be more favorable to Asgard.

The only thing that might make the two of them feel guilty is that Asgard seems to owe Sherlock a huge favor this time.

Of course, Sherlock was unaware of this. After being enveloped by the rainbow's seven-colored light, Sherlock breathed a sigh of relief. However, when the rainbow's light disappeared after Sherlock landed, he was still a little confused.

Because his landing point wasn't some remote mountain forest, but a place he was extremely familiar with.

Inside the courtyard of Tony's seaside mansion!

The moment Sherlock got a clear look at his surroundings, he broke through his defenses and started unleashing his attacks on Heimdall, the sixth brother.

"Heimdall! You old bastard! You motherfucker! I'll fuck you! You *****! I ***********!"

However, Sherlock's attack was interrupted for long by the piercing alarm at Tony's villa. As the alarm sounded, dozens of Iron Man suits flew out of Tony's villa and attacked Sherlock without hesitation.

Seeing this scene before him, Sherlock swallowed hard.

After skillfully dodging the first few attacks, Sherlock finally snapped and roared at the armored figures surrounding him.

"No, Tony, it's just that I kept a little bit of your dark history, you don't have to go this far, do you?"

However, to Sherlock's utter surprise, the response he received was not Tony's voice, but the hand cannons of the armored vehicles surrounding him!