Marvel: The Alchemist Just Wants a Peaceful Life

Faced with Helen's protective threat, which resembled that of a mother hen guarding her chicks, Zhao Weike, the god of death, could only temporarily back down and nodded to Helen while holding Doro.

After receiving Zhao Weike's assurance, Helen finally smiled with satisfaction and turned to walk towards the kitchen. Zhao Weike then carried Doro to the living room, and the two began to play around.

Despite his small size and somewhat abstract art style, Doro's speed and agility are undeniably top-notch, a fact that Zhao Weike had already discovered long ago.

Take a game like dodgeball for example. Even if Zhao Weike used his killer skills, he wouldn't be able to let that little sandbag touch Doro.

Perhaps inheriting Sherlock's personality, Doro's expression towards Zhao Weike after each game victory always inexplicably made Zhao Weike feel a surge of anger.

Even so, Zhao Weike would only curse Sherlock in his heart for corrupting Doro, without showing any other emotion towards Doro.

Of course, despite this, it is undeniable that there is still an impact. For example, Zhao Weike basically doesn't play any games related to physical exertion with Doro anymore.

After watching TV with Doro all morning, Zhao Weike picked Doro up and headed towards Sherlock's house, seeing that it was almost time.

After opening the door to Sherlock's house, Zhao Weike, guided by Doro, headed towards the study. The moment he pushed open the study door, despite being mentally prepared, he was still speechless with astonishment at the sight before him.

In the middle of the room, a beautiful and luxurious-looking spear floated silently in mid-air, covered with various formations and colorful runes.

Sherlock's left arm has been completely transformed into an alchemical tool. Each time the dozen or so thin, tentacle-like, flexible mechanical arms collide with the spear, a blinding light is emitted, and then the runes and arrays on the spear change.

As for Sherlock himself, he seemed to be completely blind to the blinding light and the runes and arrays floating on the gun.

Before Sherlock, the enormous alchemical spellbook remained open and was constantly being turned. While searching for something in the book, Sherlock used his right hand in conjunction with the mechanical arm of his left hand to form arrays and runes that were then integrated into the spear.

"No matter how many times I see it, I can't help but feel awe and longing!"

Watching Sherlock engrossed in alchemy and the unique alchemical radiance constantly flashing within him, Zhao Weike, holding Doro, couldn't help but sigh.

Sherlock, who was working, seemed to be affected by Zhao Weike's unconscious remark. Sparks suddenly burst from the spear, and then all the dazzling runes and formations disappeared without a trace in an instant, leaving only the spear slowly floating to the table.

Zhao Weike, who witnessed this scene, was startled by the sudden turn of events and looked at Sherlock somewhat embarrassedly.

"I'm sorry, did I bother you?"

Upon hearing Zhao Weike's voice, Sherlock's probing gaze, which had been fixed on the spear, turned towards Zhao Weike's direction.

Upon seeing Zhao Weike holding Doro, Sherlock almost immediately understood what was happening. He closed his book, stood up, and spoke to Zhao Weike.

"It's alright, it has nothing to do with you. Repairing artifacts is very difficult, failure is normal. I'll trouble you to keep an eye on Doro for me, my dear Zhao Weike."

The first few sentences were all normal, but Sherlock added a cheeky "Zhao Weike" at the end, which instantly turned Zhao Weike's somewhat embarrassed expression into one of gritted teeth.

"Sherlock Flamel! I'll say it again, even if you translate it into the rabbit's language, my name is John Wick, not that damn Zhao Wick!"

But when faced with Zhao Weike, who was already somewhat flushed, Sherlock showed no sign of panic and maintained his smug expression.

"Okay, Zhao Weike, I understand. Is there anything else, Zhao Weike?"

Faced with Sherlock's close-range attack, Zhao Weike, after holding back for a long time, could only helplessly punch Sherlock in the shoulder and curse in annoyance.

"son of bixxth!"

Then, with a gentle expression, she lowered her head and spoke to Doro in her arms.

"Little Doro, come on, let's go get something good to eat, let's ignore your unreliable, third-rate old man!"

After saying that, she picked up Doro and walked out of the room without looking back.

Seeing the unusual tenderness Zhao Weike showed when facing Doro, and the almost heavenly voice he uttered, Sherlock rubbed his non-existent goosebumps with a look of disgust.

He raised a middle finger at Zhao Weike's back before following in his footsteps.

After years of getting along, Sherlock had long understood Zhao Weike and Helen's thoughts and intentions, so he naturally wouldn't misunderstand what Zhao Weike wanted to express.

Therefore, even though Zhao Weike didn't say it directly, Sherlock still shamelessly followed Zhao Weike to try Helen's cooking.

You should know that after Sherlock cooked a simple home-cooked meal for the two of them, Helen developed a deep love for Chinese food. Now, her culinary skills have long surpassed those of Sherlock, the rabbit who came from the native land, and she has become a true master chef.

Since then, Sherlock has been extremely enthusiastic about getting free meals, since the white food he had eaten before was really hard to swallow.

Chapter 6: The Artifact is Restored!

Nearly a month has passed in the blink of an eye, and Zhao Weike and Helen have practically become Doro's parents. Their daily routine consists of taking care of Doro during the day, playing with him, and then sending him back to Sherlock's house at night.

Sherlock would occasionally visit Zhao Weike's house for a meal and exchange banter with him, which was one of his rare leisure activities outside of work.

This continued until the last few days of the month, when Sherlock's recovery entered a critical period. He couldn't even find time to eat, let alone bring Doro back at night.

Zhao Weike simply let Doro stay at his house. Doro herself didn't object to this arrangement, after all, she also really liked Helen, who was like a mother to her.

As for Zhao Weike, well, in Doro's immature mind, he still liked Zhao Weike, but Zhao Weike always liked to prick himself with his beard, which made Doro somewhat afraid of him.

Finally, on the last day of the month, blinding light burst forth from Sherlock's study, ignoring the walls and radiating outwards in waves.

Within this golden light, those with even a slightly stronger capacity for empathy can feel the joy conveyed by it, much like the sudden recovery of someone who has been bedridden for a long time, a feeling that is beyond words.

Faced with this situation, Zhao Weike did not hesitate at all. He grabbed his pistol and rushed into Sherlock's room. Even when faced with such supernatural power, Zhao Weike's only means was his pistol. He did not back down in the slightest.

Despite their constant bickering and vulgar language in private, the friendship between men is magical. It transcends age and status; when their best friend is in trouble, they are always the ones who rush to his aid.

For Sherlock, Zhao Weike and Helen were his only friends after he traveled through time. Similarly, for Zhao Weike, who was once an assassin, Sherlock was also the first friend he made without any ulterior motives, a friend he genuinely trusted.

But when Zhao Weike kicked open the door to Sherlock's study with a pistol in hand, the scene before him left this 'ordinary person' dumbfounded.

Golden light emanated from the spear that was constantly spinning around Sherlock, like ocean waves, while Sherlock himself watched the spear swirling around him with a smile in mid-air.

So much so that Zhao Weike, who was holding a pistol, suddenly felt lost and bewildered, and could only stare blankly at Sherlock floating in mid-air, and ask a silly question.

"Sherlock, you can fly now, you bastard?"

It wasn't until this moment that Sherlock noticed Zhao Weike barging in with a gun. After a moment's thought, he almost instantly understood what was going on. He reached out and grabbed the spear that was flying around him, calming its excited gleam before it slowly landed in front of Zhao Weike.

Unlike Zhao Weike's silly expression, Sherlock's smile was exceptionally cunning. The moment Zhao Weike saw Sherlock's expression, which resembled that of a cunning fox who had just stolen some cream, his vigilance went off.

As Sherlock's good friend, Zhao Weike knew that Sherlock was definitely up to no good at this moment!

Sure enough, the first thing Sherlock said to Zhao Weike was...

"Ah, my dear child, do you also want to soar through the sky?"

"Holy shit..."

As Sherlock finished speaking, before Zhao Weike could even finish his curse, Sherlock swung his spear at Zhao Weike's back.

Despite knowing that Sherlock wouldn't hurt him, Zhao Weike's assassin instincts almost immediately made him want to block the spear that was coming at him. Unfortunately, the spear didn't strike him as he expected. Instead, it turned around in mid-air and landed behind him without anyone holding it.

Then Zhao Weike felt as if the gravity had disappeared, and he began to slowly float in mid-air.

It's true that Zhao Weike is a well-trained assassin, but there's absolutely no training in assassins about how to cope in a zero-gravity environment.

Therefore, Zhao Weike was just a 'well-trained' ordinary person at this time.

Watching Zhao Weike thrashing about in mid-air like a drowning cat, trying desperately to grab onto something, Sherlock laughed so hard his head almost fell off.

However, Zhao Weike did not refute Sherlock's ridicule this time. Instead, he excitedly continued to adapt to the feeling of weightlessness.

After all, even the well-traveled Zhao Weike was experiencing this feeling for the first time, so naturally, all he felt was novelty.

When Helen brought Doro in, Zhao Weike was already able to swim around Sherlock's room like a fish, just like the astronauts on the space station.

Helen's jaw nearly dropped as she watched Zhao Weike running around the room as if he had lost gravity, having a blast. Only Doro struggled frantically in Helen's arms when he saw this.

After Helen let go, the little girl ran up to Sherlock on her short legs, tugged at his clothes, looked up at him with her big, adorable eyes, and said pitifully.

"Doro wants to play too! Doro wants to float in the sky too!"

Sherlock readily agreed to Doro's request and immediately stripped Zhao Weike of his 'flying' rights, transferring them to Doro.

Watching Doro waving his four chubby, white hands, which looked like jelly, in mid-air, warm smiles appeared on the faces of Zhao Weike, Helen, and Sherlock.

It was only at this point that Helen remembered to ask Sherlock.

"You don't know what just happened, Sherlock. The whole community was startled by that sudden burst of light."

Upon hearing Helen's words, Sherlock scratched his head somewhat awkwardly, pointed to the spear behind Doro, and said to Helen.

"To be honest, I didn't expect the final spectacle to be so grand. I only repaired the Spear of Saint Longinus."

But upon hearing Sherlock's words, Helen's eyes widened instantly. She stared intently at the spear floating behind Doro, which was now carrying Doro in mid-air, and asked incredulously.

"What did you call it? Longinus? Saint? Sherlock, don't tell me this thing is what I'm thinking of!"

Upon hearing Helen's statement, Sherlock was momentarily unsure and could only shake his head awkwardly before speaking uncertainly.

"They probably aren't the same thing, right?"

Chapter 7 Trouble Comes Knocking (Part 1)

Since the Spear of Saint Longinus went berserk after being repaired, Sherlock's life has returned to normal.

As for the impact of that outburst, it was merely a passing phase for the abstract and magical land of the United States. It didn't even last a week; it was over in just a few days, going from being a topic of discussion to being completely ignored.

Of course, for people like Sherlock and Zhao Weike, who have completely different sources of information than ordinary people, this matter is far from over.

Even so, Sherlock wasn't worried, since the community where Sherlock lived was almost certainly one that those with ulterior motives wouldn't dare to set foot in.

Meanwhile, Sherlock continued to live his daily life in peace, occasionally driving his enormous raptor, which he could only dream of in his past life but now had his wish fulfilled, to take Doro and Zhao Weike and his wife on a big shopping trip to the supermarket, or to go for a stroll around the neighborhood.

And so, time flew by, and nearly a week passed, and the incident of the Spear of Saint Longinus going berserk finally subsided.

They have been forgotten by ordinary people, and have gradually lost their attention in the eyes of those 'powerful forces'.

Sherlock originally thought his life would continue peacefully, but to his utter surprise, trouble still found its way back to him.

That morning, Sherlock woke up naturally as usual, then prepared breakfast for Doro and peeled an orange as a snack.

While eating a sandwich, he watched the news on TV that Tony Stark had disappeared in the Middle East and wondered if he should take this opportunity to buy some Stark Industries stock to make his already wealthy wallet even richer.

At that moment, the doorbell rang at Sherlock's house.

The moment the doorbell rang, Sherlock's gaze sharpened as he looked toward the door.

The reason is simple: a doorbell ringing usually means trouble is coming! After all, only strangers would ring the doorbell, and a mischievous friend like Zhao Weike would probably just open Sherlock's front door and swagger in.

In the United States, strangers usually mean one thing: trouble!

Sherlock reluctantly went to the gate and opened it. The first thing he saw was a bald man in a black suit with a very refined smile.

Well, strictly speaking, it's not exactly baldness. It's just that the hairline is slightly high, and the reflected sunlight is too glaring, giving the impression of baldness.

Although Sherlock had never seen the person in front of him who clearly needed a wig or hair transplant, he recognized him.

It was none other than Phil Coulson, the famous mayor of what's known as the Marvel newbie village.