Marvel: The Alchemist Just Wants a Peaceful Life

After everyone was alone, the Ancient One's facial expressions became much more varied. The look of disgust she gave Sherlock was completely different from her superior demeanor just now, making Sherlock almost pop his eyes out.

Sherlock: ? ? ?

Honestly, if Sherlock weren't currently unable to speak, he could easily have a serious argument with the Ancient One, that heartless boiled egg, about what it means to be uneducated!

The Ancient One, however, had no intention of staying with Sherlock any longer. She stared at Sherlock with a look of disgust before speaking to him in an annoyed tone.

"You'll probably be very busy when you get back, so I'll leave Doro with you for a while. I'll take care of him for a bit, and I'll return him to you once you're done with your work! Okay, you can go ahead and get busy now!"

After saying that, without waiting for Sherlock's agreement, she waved her hand and sent Sherlock out of the tea room. Then she conjured up a big orange for Doro and looked at him with a doting expression, like a grandmother seeing her granddaughter.

"Oh dear, my little Doro has gotten so thin! Come on, Grandma will take you to eat something delicious!"

After saying that, he opened a portal, and unsurprisingly, the other side of the portal led to Hong Kong.

After hearing what the Ancient One said, Doro, while hugging the giant orange, had stars in his eyes. As the portal opened, Doro dashed forward.

Seeing Doro's adorable appearance, carrying a large orange but not slowing down, the Ancient One smiled again. However, before entering the portal, she glanced at the spot where Sherlock had just been sitting.

"An being who combines technology, magic, and elixirs, and is even chosen by the truth! Now the elements that make up the lock are complete, and even the key has been with you for a long time. It's just a matter of when you can discover it and take that step."

"Help!! Come quick!! Doro wants to eat this roast meat!!!"

The Ancient One's mutterings didn't last long before Doro's shout interrupted her. Upon hearing Doro's shout, the Ancient One, who had been looking inscrutable, instantly transformed back into the grandmother who always felt her granddaughter had lost weight, and cheerfully stepped across the portal to follow Doro's footsteps.

"Okay, okay, Grandma will buy Doro some roast meat!"

Chapter 411 Pumping Water! Pumping Water!

When Sherlock came to his senses, he was already standing in the training grounds of Kamar-Taj. It was clear that Sherlock had been easily shooed out by the Ancient One with a wave of her hand.

Before being driven away, the last thing Sherlock vaguely heard was that the Ancient One, that heartless boiled egg, was saying that Doro had lost weight?

Honestly, if Sherlock weren't in front of the Ancient One right now, he would have grabbed her by the collar and asked her if she felt any remorse when she said those words.

After such a long interstellar journey, all Doro did was sleep and eat. He played as soon as his eyes were open, ate when he was tired, and slept when he was full. He's practically half-dead. How can you lie and say that Doro has lost weight?

Of course, Sherlock could only dream about such a scenario, because if he actually did it, who knew how that heartless boiled egg would retaliate against him?

Having traveled through time for so long, the Ancient One is truly the only being Sherlock who still holds in awe of her.

The reason is simple. To borrow Nezha's words from Luo Xiaohei, time-based magic is just so annoying!!!

However, the Ancient One was absolutely right about one thing: Sherlock did indeed have a lot of things to do after he returned.

Not to mention the messy things that awaited him after his sudden disappearance when S.H.I.E.L.D. was destroyed, he also had to take good care of the spaceship he had personally modified after returning to Earth.

After all, Sherlock didn't want the next time he used this thing, the moment the hatch opened, it to feel like he'd entered Nurgle's lair.

After quickly estimating whether the training grounds in Kamar-Taj could accommodate his spaceship, Sherlock decisively freed the ship from the capsule, opened the hatch, and went straight to the storage room.

Looking at the still fully stocked storage room, Sherlock's lips twitched slightly before he decisively called for reinforcements.

Unfortunately, Mordo, who had just brought the three seafood generals and Lily back to the room, was conscripted by Sherlock.

Mordo, well, he's kind of righteous but a bit wicked. But the good thing is, as long as it doesn't involve Kamar-Taj or the Dark Dimension, he's relatively easy to talk to, at most just a bit rigid.

Faced with Sherlock's request for help, the guy reluctantly agreed, albeit with a stern face.

However, after following Sherlock into the spaceship and seeing the enormous storage room, Mordo began to regret his decision.

Fortunately, Sherlock wasn't going to empty the entire storeroom. Items like alcohol that can be stored for a long time could be kept there. Sherlock even gave some to Mordo and stuffed some into his four-dimensional pocket.

As for what needs to be cleaned up, most of it consists of fresh vegetables and frozen goods.

As for what to do with these frozen goods, Sherlock and Mordo discussed it and decided to simply hold a banquet tonight so that the entire Kamar-Taj could taste these alien foods.

After having a solution, Mordo thought about it and decided to call in reinforcements.

The reason is quite simple: the majority of people in Kamar-Taj are Westerners, and Western food is something that those who know about it will understand; those who don't can watch videos of white housewives cooking to find out.

Of course, it's not that these foreigners don't have good recipes on their menus, but don't expect the guys in Kamar-Taj to be able to make them taste the same.

Therefore, Modu did not hesitate at all and dragged Lao Wang out of the library. As for why Lao Wang, it's simple: first of all, he is Asian, and as we all know, Asians are always better at cooking than Westerners.

After all, even now, stir-frying is a cooking method unique to Asia.

Moreover, judging from the physique of this dear Chef Wang, he must be a seasoned gourmet.

Old Wang was very interested in cooking and the Kamar-Taj feast that evening, so he agreed to Mordo's request and decided to personally take charge of the cooking so that everyone else could experience the charm of delicious food.

However, when Lao Wang arrived at the training ground full of confidence and saw the pile of alien ingredients, he was dumbfounded.

What the hell is all this stuff? I don't recognize a single ingredient in this! How am I supposed to cook this?

Seeing Mordo and Sherlock, who had brought him here, running to the portal to help move things out of the cabin with Sherlock, Old Wang decisively decided to call for reinforcements as well.

First, go to the library and drag Gandalf out. After all, Gandalf came back with Sherlock. Regardless of whether the old man can cook, he should at least know how to prepare the ingredients.

After bringing Gandalf over, Old Wang practically gathered all the Asians in Kamar-Taj, and even called some apprentices over to help. The reason was simple: he couldn't possibly handle all the ingredients in front of him on his own.

However, this was not what made Lao Wang feel most desperate. What made Lao Wang feel most desperate was Sherlock's next move.

After emptying all the food from the ship's storage room, Sherlock excitedly led the sweating Mordo to the ship's living room.

The reason for coming here is simple: Sherlock simply couldn't bear to part with those alien orange trees in the living room.

With Mordo's help, Sherlock successfully transplanted the six orange trees, along with their roots and soil, and even gave Mordo two to plant in Kamar-Taj so he could experience the taste of those alien oranges.

The remaining four were put into Sherlock's four-dimensional pocket, which he planned to plant in his yard when he got back.

After dealing with the six orange trees, they finally arrived at the part that Sherlock was most excited about.

Damn it, Sherlock had been annoyed by those giant creatures in the fishpond since the voyage, and now he could finally get his revenge by pumping water out of them.

After tossing Mordo a communicator, Sherlock donned his armor and jumped into the fishpond. He directed Mordo to open a fist-sized portal to pump out the water, while he held a fishing net tightly over Mordo's portal to prevent small fish from escaping and affecting Earth's ecosystem.

Honestly, Mordo never imagined he'd one day be a part-time drainpipe operator, especially since the spatial coordinates Sherlock provided kept shifting, forcing Mordo to concentrate fully when controlling the fist-sized portal.

After half an hour of pumping water, Mordo was so exhausted that he sat down on the ground. But Sherlock didn't let Mordo off the hook. Instead, he scooped Mordo up and helped him catch fish!

The merciless teleportation machine could only open another portal outside the spaceship, and together with Sherlock, they continued to carry the enormous fish, soaking wet, out of the ship.

When Old Wang saw the enormous creatures that he didn't recognize a single one, he felt quite unwell.

Now he regrets more than just taking on the role of chef for this banquet. If he could do it all over again, Old Wang would definitely try every means to drag the entire Kamar-Taj into suffering with him!

Chapter 412 On the Fisherman's Vengeance

Fortunately, Sherlock's actions of pumping water to catch the fish attracted the attention of Flora and Gandalf. After seeing that the damned fish had finally been caught by Sherlock using the pumping method, the two airmen were very excited.

The two big shots decisively chose to join the ranks of those dealing with these behemoths, having Mordo send someone to summon the three seafood generals to cook the fish, while they silently picked up their tools to deal with these damned fish.

Well, under the watchful, twitching gaze of the three seafood giants who rushed over, a complete production line was thus forcibly set up.

With a sinister smile on his face that Mordo couldn't comprehend, Sherlock dragged Mordo inside the spaceship to fish.

Both Sister Finch and Gandalf, with equally menacing expressions, were dealing with the fish that Sherlock and Mordo had caught outside the spaceship, only their methods differed.

Sister Hua always wore a perversely gleeful smile. Whenever a fish landed in front of her, the cleaver in her hand would transform into a Louis XVI pleasure device, causing the fish and its head to engage in a grand 'separate operation'.

Then, with a sinister grin, he emptied all the fish's internal organs and tossed the fish to the three seafood generals.

Compared to the bloodshed on Sister Flower's side, Gandalf's side was much more elegant. The lively, jumping behemoth that fell into Gandalf's hands would first be met with a head-on blow from the solid iron bar that appeared out of nowhere in Gandalf's hand.

After stunning (or killing?) the wriggling fish with a single blow, Gandalf, with an elegant smile, precisely and gracefully emptied the fish's belly, removing all its internal organs, and then tossed the fish to the three Seafood Generals.

Although Gandalf's movements and expressions were undeniably elegant, his aristocratic manner could not conceal the perverse excitement in his eyes.

It's as if what you're dealing with isn't a fish but a person.

Coupled with Sherlock's almost ferocious smile as he fished in the cabin, Mordo began to feel a chill, fearing that Sherlock might accidentally throw him out like a fish.

Then those two fish-processing 'psychopathic killers' treated themselves like fish and processed them just like that 'human killers' did.

Of course, Mordo wasn't the only one who was afraid. When Old Wang was processing the alien ingredients, he also sensed the perverted aura emanating from Sherlock and his two companions.

While preparing the dishes, Old Wang took the opportunity to quietly approach the three seafood generals, who were still relatively normal, and whispered to ask what was going on.

"No, what's wrong with those three? I feel like they're not dealing with fish, but with someone they have a blood feud with?"

"Don't ask. You don't fish, so you don't understand the resentment of the Air Force towards their giants being toyed with."

"Oh? Tell me more?"

"See this fish in my hand? Back when we were sailing, this thing was fed until it became a giant, and instead of biting the hook, it spat at the three of them..."

Before Huang Mian could finish speaking, she felt three murderous auras lock onto her. Looking up, she saw Gandalf holding a stick and Hua Jie holding a kitchen knife staring at her. Even Sherlock, soaking wet like a water ghost, poked his head out of the portal and stared at her.

After a sharp shiver, Huang Mian decisively shut his mouth and calmly began to prepare the fish in front of him, as if he were the one who had a grudge against the fish.

After feeling the resentful stares of the three men, which were like those of demons, Old Wang decided to follow his heart and quietly returned to his seat with a piece of fish.

It took almost half an afternoon just to process the ingredients and live fish. By the time Sherlock had finally finished processing the supplies on the spaceship and put the ship away, the entire Kamar-Taj was bustling with excitement over the grand party.

To be honest, being a monk does have its advantages.

Not enough stoves? No problem, the Ring of Raghadore can be used to prop up a fire underneath, and if all else fails, you can find some long-handled weapons to build a frame and hang the pots on the Crimson Whip.

What? You mean where did all those pots come from?

Isn't there Sherlock? Is it difficult to mass-produce a few pots using alchemy? Other Sherlocks might not have the raw materials, but what about some of the stored metals? Even if there are no metals, Sherlock can use other materials to create them on the spot!

In short, in order to use up all the ingredients Sherlock brought back from space, almost every wizard in Kamar-Taj who knew a bit about cooking was summoned.

Those who couldn't cook weren't idle either; some served as kitchen utensils, some as pot stands, some started fires, and some processed ingredients.

If it weren't for the fact that the style of this place is so different from the kitchens of those star-rated hotels, who would know that Kamar-Taj is actually a gathering place of sorcerers who protect the earth just by looking at the scene in front of them?

Later, due to a severe shortage of manpower, Old Wang even went to the Hong Kong Temple and the New York Temple to recruit more people.

When the sun set and the Ancient One returned to Kamar-Taj carrying a chubby Doro, the entire Kamar-Taj was filled with the mouthwatering aroma of food.

The moment she smelled the aroma of the food, the Ancient One even wondered if she had opened the portal to the wrong place. Kamar-Taj wasn't a restaurant, so how could it possibly have such a fragrant aroma?

However, when the Ancient One, carrying Doro, followed the aroma of food to the training grounds at the source, the scene before her eyes resembled a team-building event in Kamar-Taj, causing her to faint.

Despite all the careful planning, I forgot to check what Sherlock, that sixth brother, had actually done after I left Kamar-Taj.

Seeing Sherlock lying on the ground, completely drunk and wearing only his underwear, the corner of Gu Yi's mouth twitched involuntarily.

Well, this kid's talent is exceptional, but his ability to cause trouble is equally exceptional.

Not to mention that everyone he brought back from his interstellar travels has a place in the future, just the fact that this unfortunate thing could turn the serene and spiritually focused Kamar-Taj into this kind of party scene made the Ancient One very impressed with Sherlock.