Marvel: The Alchemist Just Wants a Peaceful Life

Most importantly, the third brother was just a cook?

Sherlock suddenly felt a sense of collapse.

However, when the third brother got closer, Sherlock realized that he had misunderstood this muscular version of the third brother. The third brother was a real alien, and the blue stripes on his body were not tattoos, but scale-like things that grew on him.

It's just that these scales are so small that from a distance they look like tattoos.

After the muscular version of Akaza walked in, he first bowed to everyone before instructing his waiters to open the lid of the food cart, revealing the ingredients inside.

Inside was a bowl of rice and some fish that Sherlock didn't recognize at all.

And that muscular version of Akaza stood behind the food cart, meticulously picking up a knife to start making sashimi and sushi.

The only difference was that Sherlock noticed that the moment Hana picked up the knife from that muscular version of Akaza, Hana's eyes were fixed on that muscular version of Akaza.

It was obvious that the chef in front of him, Akaza, was a master with a knife.

Sherlock didn't make a sound, but quietly enjoyed the performance of the group in front of him. He wanted to see what this gluttonous version of the scumbag boss was really up to!

Soon, Akaza prepared the first plate of sushi and handed it to the waiter to place in front of the boss.

To everyone's surprise, the scumbag boss didn't touch his chopsticks. Instead, he pushed the first plate of sushi in front of Sherlock and said to him with a smile.

"Try it and see if it tastes like Earth. I spent a lot of money to get Earth rice and wasabi. These things may seem insignificant on Earth, but they are precious items in the universe."

Looking at the sushi in front of him, which was perfect in both appearance and aroma, and could even be described as mouthwatering, Sherlock did not touch his chopsticks. Instead, he stared at the scumbag boss sitting in the main seat for a while before letting out a helpless sigh and speaking to the big-appetite man.

“Mr. Very Miserable, there is an old saying on Earth that goes, ‘No reward without merit.’ You have been very courteous to me. If you want me to do something, please just tell me. If it is possible, I, Sherlock, will definitely help you.”

Seemingly surprised by Sherlock's blunt question, the gluttonous version of the scumbag boss paused for a moment before bursting into laughter.

"Hahahaha! Good! I like straightforward people like you! Since you asked, I won't hide it from you!"

After saying this, the scumbag boss gave Nakime a look. After receiving the look, Nakime, who only had one big eye, went to the back of the conference room and opened a paper door that looked like a wardrobe.

Inside the paper door was a shelf filled with all sorts of figurines, comics, and light novels, like a showcase of rich anime and manga culture.

Most importantly, the items in this display case range from comic books to four-panel comics, and even deluxe editions of manga and light novels.

The only problem is that everything on this is very old. Many of them are old novels and comics, and some of the figurines and comics even look like they've developed a patina and are curled at the edges.

Looking at the shelf in front of him, he felt sorry for it and then smiled and said to Sherlock.

"I believe that what you have seen and heard along the way should be enough to confirm that what I said before was not a lie. What I want you to do is very simple: write down the stories you know, or help me complete the collection of stories!"

Of course, I won't let you work for nothing. I'll provide you with protection when you write stories or help me complete my collection here.

At the same time, I know that anyone who comes to Eternal Night Star must be seeking something there. I won't interfere. You can do whatever you want, the only requirement is that you don't harm the interests of my Infinite City!

Chapter 386 Mutual Schemes (Part 1)

"It's that simple?"

Hearing that the big-bellied person in front of him was in a terrible state, Sherlock was somewhat incredulous. It was like someone had given you a small goal, but asked you to fart in front of them.

Meanwhile, the big-eater on the other side seemed to have anticipated Sherlock's reaction. After taking a bite of the second plate of sushi on the Akaza table, he contentedly scooped some dry ice from the wooden bowl on the table and stuffed it into his pocket, saying to Sherlock...

"It's that simple! Or to put it more bluntly, this kind of thing seems very simple to you, even unbelievably simple, but to me, these are treasures that are hard to come by."

You might not know this, but it's been almost ten years since I built this Infinite City, and everything on that shelf is my entire collection from those ten years.

"Big Stomach is miserable," he said to Sherlock, chuckling as he pointed to the shelf behind him. His expression was so sincere that no one could find a single fault with him.

Seeing the pitiful version of the giant stomach bulging with white smoke, Sherlock struggled to control his twitching eyelids and his urge to complain.

Can't we just stop being pretentious? Dry ice in your pocket might have its own special effects, but it's fucking freezing!

To suppress his urge to complain, Sherlock could only turn his attention to the 'collection' on the shelf.

Sherlock was too shocked to look closely just now, but upon closer inspection, he couldn't help but let his lips twitch.

Well, to be honest, the Sherlock Holmes collection is truly a collection, with very few stories about him on the entire shelf.

Only three people remained that Sherlock could still feel familiar with.

Doraemon, Detective Conan, and Hunter x Hunter!

You want me to complete these three things? Don't be ridiculous! Even Sherlock, who's already transmigrated, doesn't know what the fate of these three damn things will be!

Doraemon is fine, but Conan has been in elementary school for almost 20 years. Who knows what will happen to that unfortunate guy!

Not to mention the manga Hunter x Hunter by that rich old scumbag who's so addicted to mahjong that he's forgotten he's a manga artist.

Moreover, even if Sherlock knew the fates of these three things, he couldn't possibly recall the in-between stories.

Of course, despite this, Sherlock did not refuse the suggestion from the big-eater in front of him. After all, the person had said that even if he couldn't complete the story, he could still provide some new stories, right?

He's already come all this way, if he doesn't bring out Demon Slayer, then he's come for nothing.

Then, just tell this big-eater in front of you that he's in a terrible state, and let him be the model for the comic. Wouldn't that turn him into a mere embryo?

As for the fact that Mr. Scum is the villain, that's simple. Thank goodness that the author of this article didn't mention Mr. Scum at all in the early stages. When the plot progresses to the point where Mr. Scum appears, Sherlock can easily fool the big eater in front of him by saying that all the good guys have already appeared and only the villain is left.

At worst, you can use the "closing ceremony" joke to comfort your big appetite.

After all, if he were really an anime fan, Sherlock wouldn't believe that Big Stomach would have the opportunity to participate in a good work but refuse to act or even get angry just because he's a villain.

Of course, this can also be seen as Sherlock testing the enormous appetite in front of him.

Although Sherlock hasn't found a flaw in the enormous stomach in front of him yet, there's still a chance.

"In that case, I shall respectfully accept your offer. It is quite a coincidence, Mr. Tragic. I was actually a comic artist when I was on Earth, so I can be considered a fellow enthusiast of yours."

Upon hearing Sherlock's words, the pitiful-looking man with the huge stomach in front of him quickly lit up and began to tell Sherlock a long and detailed story about his experiences on Earth.

Sherlock wasn't idle either. He pulled out the story of Naruto to satisfy the big eater's craving, and said that he had drawn a manga before coming to the universe, but it was delayed because of the universe. He even gave the big eater a very simple explanation of the early story of Demon Slayer.

You know what, compared to stories like Naruto or Detective Conan, Demon Slayer undoubtedly has the strongest Japanese feel. At least in terms of art style, it really is very close to the real Infinity Castle built by this gluttonous monster.

The two enjoyed their meal immensely, with Sherlock and the gluttonous one practically arm in arm, practically ready to chop off a chicken's head, worship Guan Yu, and drink blood wine to become sworn brothers.

After the meal, Big Eater was in a terrible state and summoned Black Death Eyes again, instructing him to take Sherlock and his group to rest and to treat them well.

Once Sherlock and his group had left and the paper door to the conference room had closed again, the憨态可掬 (endearing and simple-minded) smile on the face of the gluttonous version of the scumbag boss vanished without a trace.

His gaze instantly turned icy as he stared at the paper door that had just closed.

Seeing the changes in the expression on the face of the gluttonous version of the boss, Akaza, who had been acting as the chef from beginning to end, finally spoke for the first time.

"Boss, should we keep a close watch on these guys?"

Upon hearing Akaza's words, the gluttonous version of the scumbag boss finally revealed a disdainful expression, waved his hand at the muscular version of Akaza, and then spoke.

"No need, Third Brother, just keep an eye on them and figure out what they're up to. They can't cause any trouble in Infinite City!"

Upon hearing the boss's words, Akaza nodded, pushed his food cart back into the room, and left the conference room.

Only when the only people left in the entire conference room were the gluttonous and pitiful Naruto, who hadn't spoken a word from beginning to end, did the gluttonous boss finally reveal a playful smile.

Still staring at the closed paper door, his eyes full of calculation, he spoke to Nakime behind him without turning his head.

"Narukura, go check if anything has happened in the universe recently! Investigate his background, down to the smallest detail! How could an Earthling appear on Eternal Night Star out of nowhere? Heh, that's quite an interesting thing!"

Upon hearing the boss's words, Nakime simply nodded and silently turned and disappeared into the darkness.

Only after Nakime disappeared from the huge conference room did Boss Zan unconsciously tap his hand on the table in front of him, making a rhythmic tapping sound. Although he looked extremely calm, a sinister light flashed in his eyes.

After a while, the knocking stopped abruptly, and a playful smile appeared on Boss Xie's face.

"Hehe, I wonder what kind of expressions those two old guys are making right now."

Chapter 387 Mutual Schemes (Part 2)

Sherlock was unaware of the schemes unfolding around him. After being led to a spacious and luxurious Japanese-style room by Black Death Eyes, the moment the door closed, the hot-tempered Akahoshi frowned and looked in Sherlock's direction.

"Sherlock, you didn't actually believe that fat guy's nonsense, did you?"

Clearly, although it was Akahoshi who asked the question, it represented the shared thoughts of the three Seafood Generals. Zhang Zhi and Huang Mian also looked at Sherlock when Akahoshi asked the question.

However, to the surprise of the three Seafood Generals, before Sherlock could even speak, Flower Sister, who had already set up her stance and started drinking tea with Gandalf while also taking care of the children, interrupted the conversation between Red Star and Sherlock.

"Although I'm reluctant to admit it, the fat man didn't lie at all."

Hua Jie's casual remark left Akahoshi momentarily speechless. Having spent so much time together, Akahoshi had come to know Hua Jie quite well. In terms of age alone, Hua Jie was a true senior.

Akahoshi had absolutely no doubt that Hana-nee was able to tell whether the fat man who had just described himself as being in a terrible state was lying.

Sherlock, upon hearing Sister Hua's statement, sneered and looked towards the direction of the conference room as if his gaze could penetrate a wall, speaking earnestly.

"But isn't a lie made up of the truth the kind of lie that will never be exposed?"

As soon as Sherlock said this, the three seafood generals on the other side breathed a sigh of relief. Zhang Zhi even pulled off his blindfold and lay down on the ground, lazily saying to Sherlock.

"Regardless of what he wants to do, the right thing to do is to follow the plan and do what we want to do. After all, didn't he say that he wouldn't interfere with what we want to do?"

Upon hearing Zhang Zhi's words, Gandalf, who had barely freed his long beard from Doro and Lilith, chuckled and directly rejected Zhang Zhi's idea.

"No, no, no, young friend, you would be mistaken if you really thought that way."

Although the fat man said he wouldn't supervise us, there would definitely be someone watching us all the time. Once that spaceship from Xandar was brought out, it would be equivalent to exposing our identities and origins.

At that time, the fat man will only need a simple investigation to find out what happened to us.

And this is all on the premise that Xandar lets us go. If Xandar decides to offer a bounty for our information or news, that fat guy could probably betray us at any time and exchange us for a good price.

Ultimately, the blame should fall on Rocket and his crew for leaving the Power Stone to Xandar. Possessing a powerful weapon naturally breeds murderous intent; no race, once granted power, can resist the allure of it.

As Gandalf spoke, he smoothed his beard. Upon hearing Gandalf's words, Zhang Zhi lifted the eye patch he had been wearing. After Gandalf finished speaking, Zhang Zhi couldn't help but click his tongue and mutter a sarcastic remark.

"As expected, you people who use your brains all have dirty hearts!"

Sherlock merely rolled his eyes at Zhang Zhi's complaints before continuing on to Gandalf's words.

"In fact, even if we don't expose our ships, it will only give us a little time to buy time. Xandar isn't stupid. Since they didn't intercept us on the star map they gave us, they will naturally pay attention to the movements of Legion City."

We can't hide the fact that we robbed the Legion City's underground forces for long; this place will soon become Xandar's prime suspect.

Even if we evade Xandar's focus on Eternal Night, they only need to investigate which underground forces have lost their star maps to roughly pinpoint the planet we might appear on.

Even if Xandar doesn't make a move, that fat man will probably still do so.

The turmoil at the collector's base was no small matter; if one wanted to investigate, clues could always be found. As an Earthling, I'm quite conspicuous in this interstellar universe; finding our origins shouldn't be difficult.

Upon hearing Sherlock's words, Akahoshi on the other side finally couldn't contain his temper. A faint smell of sulfur began to fill the air as he complained irritably.