Marvel: The Alchemist Just Wants a Peaceful Life

Putting aside those vague concepts like the qualifications of a king, the art style of this thing is completely incompatible with the cute, sweet, and soft Doro.

However, Sherlock had just snatched the sword from Doro's hand, and before he could even seal it in the stone, a pleasant female voice rang in their ears.

"Your Excellency, would you be so kind as to lend me this weapon temporarily? I have lost my weapon and am currently unable to defend myself. If you are willing to lend me the weapon, I am also willing to contribute my strength to you."

The sudden sound startled not only Sherlock, but even the three Seafood Generals.

The reason is quite simple: none of the group noticed when that pleasant female voice had appeared beside them!

Sherlock looked in the direction of the voice with an almost ghostly gaze, but when he saw the owner of the beautiful female voice, he really wanted to exclaim, "What the hell?"

This is truly a physical phenomenon!

The reason is simple: the woman standing in front of the group had a serene face and exuded a gentleness like that of a Yamato Nadeshiko.

Most importantly, Sherlock was all too familiar with the woman's attire.

She wore a black, samurai-like outfit with a pure white haori over it. Her long black hair was braided into a large plait and hung down in front of her chest. Most importantly, the haori even had the Chinese character 'four' printed on it.

"Holy crap! Unohana?"

So shocked was Sherlock that he even directly pointed out the name of the woman in front of him, who exuded the aura of a Yamato Nadeshiko.

On the contrary, Sister Hua showed no surprise at all after hearing Sherlock call her name directly. She simply gave Sherlock an exceptionally gentle smile before continuing to speak.

"Would you be willing to lend me this weapon?"

When he heard Sister Hua ask him the same question again, Sherlock was both shocked and dumbfounded.

Well, Sherlock is starting to admire the collector now. Goodness, the universe is so vast, and you really don't discriminate. You dare to collect anything, and most importantly, you actually manage to find it.

That's fucking outrageous!

Chapter 360: The Mage's Free Fighting Style!

However, despite this, Sherlock was still incredibly conflicted when faced with the request from his childhood goddess, his eyes darting between the sword in the stone in his hand and the extremely gentle Flower Sister.

Well, although I know that Sister Hua's gentle demeanor is just a facade.

Whether it's the gentle, demure Yamato Nadeshiko version of Hana or the insane, sword-obsessed killer Hana, Sherlock simply can't imagine what kind of image this thing in his hand would have if it were in Hana's hands.

Seriously, if Sister Hua's true fans knew that she used this thing on Sister Hua, they would probably tear themselves apart even if they traveled through the universe!

"Um, Sister Hua, how about I get you a different one? This thing is really a bit... um... vulgar?"

Sherlock racked his brains but couldn't find a specific adjective to describe the extremely abstract sword in the stone in his hand, so he could only use a vulgar term to describe it.

On the other hand, Sister Hua was taken aback after hearing Sherlock's answer. It wasn't because Sherlock wanted to change her weapon or anything like that, but because of how Sherlock addressed her as Sister Hua.

Honestly, in Sister Hua's long life, this was the first time someone had ever used such a code name to refer to her.

However, Sister Hua was only stunned for a moment. In the blink of an eye, a gentle smile appeared on her face as she continued to speak to Sherlock.

"It doesn't matter. A sword is a weapon for killing. Its appearance doesn't matter. As long as it can kill, it has fulfilled its duty as a weapon."

In my humble opinion, although this sword's appearance is crude, it does not detract from its excellent performance as a weapon. Please disregard such external factors.

Hearing what Sister Hua said, Sherlock couldn't say anything more. He could only hand over the sword in the stone to Sister Hua. Of course, making a scabbard for her was already Sherlock's bottom line.

Sister Hua did not refuse, and with a smile, she clipped the sword in the stone (diao) that was stuck in the scabbard to her waist.

Of course, this is only possible with Sister Hua. If it were anyone else, Sherlock would definitely need to equip this sword in the stone with a Holy Grail sheath.

As for Hua Jie, Sherlock dutifully provided her with an extremely ordinary-looking scabbard. This was partly out of respect for Hua Jie, who was his childhood goddess, and partly out of genuine fear of being hacked to pieces by her.

While Sherlock was talking to Sister Hua, the three Seafood Generals on the other side remained silent, only watching Sister Hua with wary eyes. After all, judging from Sherlock's attitude towards Sister Hua, he was clearly more familiar with this woman than with them.

Sherlock was actually curious about why Hana was here. Surely Soul Society wasn't some kind of planet or something, right? Seriously, Sherlock was now incredibly curious about what kind of planet Hana's was.

However, to everyone's surprise, after Sister Hua accepted the sword in the stone with its sheath from Sherlock, her gaze remained fixed on the area beside her.

Sherlock and the three Seafood Generals were certain that there was no one in front of them, but they didn't know why Sister Hua kept staring at that spot.

"Are you really not going to show yourself?"

Sister Hua made a strange remark to the empty seat, and then, under everyone's gaze, a figure suddenly appeared in the previously empty seat in the blink of an eye.

Furthermore, the way this figure appeared was also quite peculiar. First, something resembling ripples on water suddenly appeared, and then, like a time-lapse, a figure gradually emerged from blur to clarity in the group's eyes.

He was an old man with a long beard, white hair, and wearing a white robe.

Most importantly, Sherlock recognized the old man in front of him; his mother, Dumbledore, was also there.

Sherlock stared at the slowly appearing figure, utterly bewildered, unsure of what to say. The world had finally turned upside down into a form Sherlock couldn't comprehend.

After the figure resembling Dumbledore appeared, he smiled at Sherlock before introducing himself.

"It is an honor to see you, the legendary alchemist. I am Gandalf. May I ask if you would lend me a staff? I am willing to stand with you through thick and thin."

???

Upon hearing the words of the old man who claimed to be Gandalf, three huge question marks slowly rose above Sherlock's head.

No, you have a crooked hooked nose, crescent-shaped glasses, and blue eyes that look like they can attract attention. Now you're telling me you're Gandalf?

Which spell only activated Illumination, while the rest were knightly skills used by the berserker mage Gandalf?

Most importantly, you're wearing that gleaming silver cloak that looks like mercury draped over your shoulder, and you're telling me you're Gandalf? Do you really think I, Sherlock, am a fool?

Sherlock's lips twitched. After thinking for a moment, he actually took out the wand that resembled Dumbledore's Elder Wand, which he had acquired at S.H.I.E.L.D., and handed it to the man in front of him who called himself Gandalf. Sherlock kept a close eye on the expression on the man's face as he took out the wand.

Sherlock was determined to find a flaw. "You old fox, old bee, White Devil Dumbledore, can you really fool me, the legendary alchemist?"

Grandma!

To Sherlock's disappointment, when he took out the Elder Wand, the man who appeared to be Dumbledore, Gandalf, did not show any surprise. Instead, he looked astonished, as if surprised that Sherlock would pull out a small twig.

Sherlock didn't explain, and simply shoved the slimming wand into the hand of the man who resembled Dumbledore, Gandalf. After all, it was a wand, wasn't it? As long as a wizard could use it, that was fine! Besides, Sherlock really didn't have many wands in his collection, since he genuinely didn't know any magic.

However, when the twig fell into the old man's hand, a look of surprise appeared on the face of Gandalf, who resembled Dumbledore.

"A cursed artifact staff? Interesting!"

Then, under the uncertain gaze of the group, the wand slowly rose from the hand of either Gandalf or Dumbledore, and then, under Sherlock's incredulous gaze, emitted a faint white light.

Then, a flash of white light appeared, and the small branch shaped like an old magic wand, which was only a dozen inches long, transformed into a long-beaked bird-headed staff that was a full meter and three or four inches long and entirely white, after the white light disappeared.

Most importantly, after the wand completed its transformation, the old man who claimed to be Gandalf waved it a few times.

Clearly, it's more accurate to describe this thing as a long-handled armor-piercing hammer in the hands of this old man who calls himself Gandalf, rather than a staff.

To be honest, just the force with which he swung his arms was enough for Sherlock to be certain that the old man in front of him was definitely Gandalf, not Dumbledore!

After all, with that kind of force, it would definitely leave bruises all over a person, and might even leave bruises all over the place. Dumbledore, being so fragile, definitely doesn't have that kind of physical ability.

After thinking for a moment, Sherlock, with a wicked grin on his face, pulled an AK with unlimited ammo from his pocket and shoved it into Gandalf's hand.

Gandalf was completely bewildered when Sherlock shoved the AK into his hand, as he had no idea what it was.

However, Sherlock didn't care what Gandalf was thinking, and just said to Gandalf with a wicked grin.

"Trust me, this thing is much better than a longsword and a wand!"

Chapter 361 The Bizarre Team Relationships

Although he didn't know what Sherlock had given him, Gandalf didn't refuse Sherlock's kindness. He readily accepted the AK that Sherlock handed him, put it on his back, and began to fulfill his duties with Flower Sister as agreed.

Yes, although Sherlock instigated a riot in the entire collection room, his true intention was simply to use these cannon fodder to scout out a way for him, making it easier for him to find an exit or escape from this place that appeared to be the collector's mansion amidst the chaos.

However, while this method can attract most of the attention of the security guards inside the mansion, it is not without its drawbacks. For example, a large part of the collector's collection consists of wild beasts that are completely uncommunicable and have only instincts left.

These ferocious beasts will also cause Sherlock trouble.

Fortunately, almost everyone in Sherlock's team has their own unique skills, so they can handle these troubles. At most, it's just that the people handling them are a bit odd.

That's right, the two people at the front of the group responsible for handling these issues are Sister Hua and Gandalf. One is a melee mage and the other is a front-line healer. Although neither of them should be in the front row according to their class classification, they are not exactly a proper healer and mage.

At the end of the group were the three seafood generals and the four-person group led by the little loli Lilith.

That's right, the three seafood generals who should have been at the very front were actually hiding in the back. In fact, they were not only hiding in the back, but the three seafood generals also looked at Flower Sister and Gandalf who were walking in front with great distrust.

After all, these two joined the team inexplicably, so it's understandable that the three Seafood Generals don't trust them. In fact, apart from Lilith, the three Seafood Generals even harbored a slight wariness towards Sherlock.

After all, his past experiences have made him lower his guard against anyone except for simple-minded people like Lilith, with whom he has spent a long time. He can't completely trust anyone, let alone someone as powerful and with unclear motives as Sherlock.

As for Sherlock and Doro, the two, one big and one small, they were naturally sandwiched in the middle and became the focus of protection.

Despite the fact that this was very convenient, and that Sherlock rarely had to lift a finger when problems arose, whether at the front or the rear, the strange atmosphere within the team still made both Sherlock and Doro feel awkward.

Well, both Sherlock and Doro could sense the hostility and wariness of the three Seafood Generals behind them towards Gandalf and Flora in front of them, but neither Flora nor Gandalf seemed to care about the hostility and wariness of the three Seafood Generals behind them.

Even when they were in the front row, the two of them had the energy to chat, and judging from the content of their conversation, they seemed to have known each other for a long time, perhaps because the glass jars they were imprisoned in were close together.

The relaxed demeanor of Sister Hua and Gandalf contrasted sharply with the tension of the three Seafood Generals behind them, accompanied by Lilith, leaving Sherlock and Doro unsure of what expression to make.

Moreover, putting aside these strange reasons, Sherlock was quite curious about Gandalf and Laura's experiences.

Although Gandalf in front of us is dressed as Dumbledore, both Gandalf's Lord of the Rings world and Dumbledore's Harry Potter world can be summarized as planets.

But what about Hana? Is Soul Society considered a planet? Then how do you explain the Human World and Hueco Mundo? And Hell?

Honestly, Sherlock was incredibly curious about why Sister Flower was there.

However, it is clear that the current situation is not suitable for Sherlock to satisfy his curiosity, since, strictly speaking, the group has not completely escaped danger.

The group walked for an unknown amount of time in this strange and somewhat awkward atmosphere in what appeared to be a mansion's corridor.

As time went by, Sherlock's face grew increasingly dark, and not only Sherlock, but the faces of everyone else also began to look grim.

The reason is simple: they haven't found a similar exit yet.

During their visit, they discovered living areas such as kitchens, bedrooms, and even living rooms or entertainment rooms. They also found several extra "collection rooms" that had been opened and liberated, and even a collection room where items were being looted.

They encountered all sorts of ferocious beasts, aliens, and corpses. Some wanted to join the team, some came up to flatter them, and some had ill intentions towards Sister Hua and Lilith, but were eventually killed. They experienced all sorts of things, but they still couldn't find an exit!

Forget about exports or shipyards for storing spaceships, we didn't even find a single place to gather intelligence and knowledge, like star maps or libraries!

The only place that could be considered somewhat useful was the kitchen, which could provide everyone with some food and water.

Finally, after being provoked by a group of blind and strangely shaped guys, Sherlock snapped. While Sister Hua was chopping people up, he decisively activated the All-Encompassing Analysis and slammed it against the wall.

Sherlock simply didn't believe it. Even if a collector was incredibly wealthy, surely he wouldn't build a palace so large that there wasn't even an exit to be found?