Marvel: The Alchemist Just Wants a Peaceful Life

It's worth noting that the sheer weight of this thing is almost despairing, and its footprint is as vast as a small mountain.

What's even more despairing is that this thing is actually a 'magical artifact'!

Although it looks like it's made up of individual steel coils, it's actually a single unit that can even change size freely.

Most importantly, Sherlock even promised that if Dashi was willing to explain the situation with Tiffany to Luye, Sherlock would be willing to give this thing to the guild!

As for who will get this thing?

To be honest, the Bodhisattva was already somewhat reluctant to think about it, and even regretted agreeing to Sherlock's request to build a 'Tower Father' to suppress Nezha.

This thing isn't just abstract anymore; it's downright absurd! You could say it's useful, but unless you're an earth or space-based being, being suppressed by it means you're basically stuck to the ground like Nezha, cursing your mother.

But you'd say this thing is useful? It's not as useful as it seems! It's unnecessary against the strong, but too powerful against the weak, making it rather useless.

Seeing Nezha cursing under the massive steel mountain, the Bodhisattva who had just thrown the thing down sighed helplessly before continuing to fly towards the guild hall. After all, he needed to explain the thing to the guild hall staff and also explain the situation with Sherlock to Lu Ye.

Even with Da Shi's understanding of Lu Ye, even if he really explained Tiffany and Sherlock's situation clearly, Lu Ye would probably still call Sherlock a scumbag.

Of course, it's more likely that Sherlock's act of turning his blind date into a man deeply shocked Kano's pure heart, and then, in a moment of existential doubt, he subconsciously blurted out that Sherlock was a scumbag.

In short, the title of "scumbag" has been welded onto Sherlock by Kano.

Thinking of this, Da Shi could only sigh helplessly, shaking his head as he flew towards the guild hall.

"Young people these days..."

Meanwhile, Sherlock, unaware that he had also brought a bit of youthful shock to the Great Master, was happily sitting in a car with a rabbit official heading towards the outskirts of the city, imagining Nezha's broken defenses.

To be honest, Sherlock was still a little doubtful. After all, if the rabbits really wanted that space carrier, he could have made a trip there and brought it back in less than half an hour, and even had it delivered to the designated location free of charge.

However, the rabbits insisted that he also send someone to take over, which puzzled Sherlock somewhat. He even felt that the rabbit officials might not trust him as a partner.

However, as the vehicle drove further and further away from the city, it eventually reached a remote mountain valley and entered a place guarded by soldiers who required visitors to show their documents.

Sherlock then realized that the officials on the Rabbit's side didn't distrust him; rather, they trusted him too much.

Looking at the environment before him, with sentries every three or five steps after entering the gate, Sherlock turned his head in surprise to look at the man driving beside him with a smile on his face.

After holding it in for a while, Sherlock finally couldn't help but ask the man driving the car, somewhat puzzled.

"Uncle Zhang, are you sure this is a place where a foreigner like me can come?"

Upon hearing Sherlock's words, the middle-aged man with the big nose, whom Sherlock called Uncle Zhang, smiled and said to Sherlock while holding the steering wheel.

"Hey! Why are you speaking such blunt truths? As the saying goes, if you employ someone, don't doubt them; if you don't trust them, don't employ them. Since you've joined in, it's only natural that we'd let you in."

At this point, Uncle Zhang paused slightly, his smile widening. He pointed slightly towards the sky before continuing to speak to Sherlock with a cheerful grin.

"Besides, strictly speaking, you're not exactly an outsider, are you? The last person in the same position as you was none other than the Great Sage!"

Sherlock: ...

Well, upon hearing Uncle Zhang's words, Sherlock was momentarily at a loss for how to react. After all, if you were to say he didn't swear, he was calling Sherlock a stable boy, but if you were to say he did swear, there was absolutely no negative emotion on his face.

Most importantly, Sherlock and Uncle Zhang spoke Chinese the entire time, and there was absolutely no situation where they took advantage of foreigners who didn't understand Chinese, shaking hands with them with a smile while saying "fuck you" with a grin.

However, after hearing Uncle Zhang's words, Sherlock was somewhat prepared for what was to come.

On the surface, the Rabbits seem to want Sherlock to lead the team to bring back the space carrier, but in reality, that's definitely not the case.

To put it more bluntly, the space carrier is definitely not the real target of the Chinese. The most likely scenario is that they want to use this operation to cover up another operation, and Sherlock is just an "escort" found by the Chinese to ensure the smooth completion of the mission.

Of course, although he could tell that the rabbit was trying to take advantage of him, Sherlock didn't feel much resistance. After all, relationships are often like that, with give and take, and the more times you do it, the deeper your trust becomes.

Moreover, this situation is definitely more interesting than Sherlock staying in the capital to be Anya and Tiffany's tour guide.

However, what Sherlock never expected was that the surprise the rabbit was giving him was only just beginning.

Chapter 632 Foundation

Uncle Zhang drove Sherlock around the tree-lined base for quite a while before stopping in front of a seemingly ordinary two-story building.

It was a two-story building, yellowish-brown in color, that looked rather dilapidated. It didn't occupy a large area and even had a bit of the feel of the old-fashioned red brick buildings in the Rabbit area.

Even now, Sherlock still doesn't know where he is. He can only follow Uncle Zhang out of the car with a puzzled look on his face and obediently follow behind Uncle Zhang into the small building.

The interior of this two-story building is quite old, and even though it is well-maintained, it still gives people a sense of dilapidation. Even the walls are painted with green paint of life-size figures, which is quite in line with the old-fashioned feel of the building, inside and out.

Sherlock became the absolute focus the moment he walked in, probably because he was the first foreigner to enter.

Almost everyone inside had their eyes on Sherlock, making even the notoriously wicked and scoundrel Sherlock feel a little embarrassed.

Most importantly, the composition of the personnel here is quite complex.

Here, you can see patrol officers in plain clothes but with upright postures, people in white coats carrying documents and walking briskly, and young people who look nonchalant and sit in the guardhouse, giving off the impression of an "old gatekeeper," but whose eyes are as fierce as tigers and leopards.

Of course, the majority of people inside were young men in military uniforms, who lined up in long rows and went in and out of the room.

When Sherlock entered the small building, everyone stared at him with curiosity, and some even looked at him with a mixture of doubt and eagerness.

Sherlock was even certain that if he hadn't come with Uncle Zhang, those young men would have immediately swept his teammate down with a sweeping leg kick, and then charged at him with a fanatical smile, as if they were looking at a second-class merit award.

So much so that, under everyone's gaze, Sherlock had begun to doubt more than once whether this place was really a place where he, nominally a 'foreigner,' could come.

However, it was obvious that Uncle Zhang had no intention of explaining to Sherlock. He chuckled and led Sherlock deeper into the corridor, greeting familiar faces along the way as if he were seeing a familiar neighbor.

We continued until we reached the end of the corridor.

Before Sherlock stood a somewhat antique-looking security door, with a cheap acrylic nameplate hanging on it that read 'Finance Office'.

The difference is that next to this 'finance office', there is a small room that looks like a gatekeeper's room. Inside sits an ordinary-looking old man who raises his eyebrows slightly when he sees Old Zhang bringing Sherlock over.

He didn't say anything, but there was a clear hint of wariness in his eyes as he looked at Sherlock.

Old Zhang didn't say anything, but just smiled and secretly pointed to the sky. The gatekeeper then looked knowing and lowered his head to drink his tea again.

Old Zhang didn't say anything, but took out his key from his pocket and opened the old-fashioned security door.

To be honest, before Old Zhang opened the door, Sherlock always thought that there must be some secret device or some disguised secret passage behind the security door.

However, when Lao Zhang opened the door, Sherlock saw a group of accountants who were immersed in a sea of ​​invoices, their calculators practically sparking, yet they were still pulling their hair out.

No? This really is her mother's finance office?

Sherlock was completely dumbfounded. He couldn't understand why the Great Master had asked Old Zhang to bring him here. Surely it wasn't to find a way to appraise Black Egg's space carrier and settle accounts here, was it?

If it really comes down to this job, her mother, the Great Sage, is far more experienced than her. Why would she need to make her do it?

Clearly, Old Zhang had no intention of explaining anything to Sherlock. While greeting the accountants who were practically tearing their hair out over every penny, he gestured for Sherlock to follow.

Sherlock obediently followed Old Zhang to the small office behind the security guard in the finance department, which was simply partitioned off by a wall.

It was still the familiar old-fashioned security door, still the familiar key to open it, and it even had a slight creaking sound from the lack of lubrication at the joints.

When Lao Zhang opened the office door, what appeared before Sherlock was still an office, at most it had changed from an ordinary finance office to the office of the finance manager.

Moreover, judging from the personal items displayed in the office, this is clearly Lao Zhang's office!

No? Could it be that they really want me to balance the books?

Seeing Sherlock standing at the door with a constipated expression, Old Zhang's smile widened, but he didn't offer any explanation, only turning around to close and lock the office door for Sherlock before walking towards a metal cabinet in the corner.

After taking out the key and opening the metal cabinet, Old Zhang was the first to step into the empty cabinet.

Seeing Sherlock still standing there motionless, with an expression of disbelief, even a look of existential doubt and as if he had seen a lunatic, he beckoned to Sherlock with a wicked grin.

"What are you standing there for? Come in!"

To be honest, although Lao Zhang is middle-aged, he doesn't have the typical greasy, pot-bellied look of a middle-aged man. On the contrary, Lao Zhang has a good, quite standard figure.

Even so, the image of Old Zhang, a middle-aged man with a good build, standing inside an empty metal cabinet still gave Sherlock a strange psychological shock.

"No, Uncle Zhang, isn't there a more respectable way?"

Honestly, Sherlock really didn't want to squeeze into that tiny metal cabinet with Uncle Zhang, barely big enough for two people to stand in.

"Stop talking nonsense and come in!"

Old Zhang ignored Sherlock and grabbed him, pulling him inside. In no time, the two adults practically filled the entire metal cabinet.

Just as Sherlock was about to complain, the metal cabinet began to slowly descend, and Old Zhang even thoughtfully reminded Sherlock not to get caught in the rising floor.

In less than a minute, the metal cabinet led the two into an underground passage.

Unlike the somewhat dilapidated two-story building above, this place is full of high-tech features, and the chandelier overhead even mimics the brightness of the sun, making the entire passageway incredibly bright.

At the end of this passage is an elevator door, plus a guardhouse with a safety net installed.

After Old Zhang squeezed Sherlock out of the closet, he pulled Sherlock toward the elevator without saying a word, even greeting the guard inside the guardhouse as they passed by.

The good news is that this time the elevator wasn't as crowded as the old metal cabinet elevator that Lao Zhang had been using; it was a normal elevator.

The bad news was that Sherlock spent a full five minutes descending in this elevator that didn't have a single floor button! Just when Sherlock was starting to understand claustrophobia, the elevator finally arrived at its destination.

The moment the elevator doors opened, Sherlock nearly popped his eyes out.

As for the reason?

It's very simple. The moment the elevator doors opened, Sherlock was greeted by a reception desk that looked like a company entrance, and behind the sweet receptionist, three letters were clearly printed.

"?????????????"

Chapter 634 The Imperial Seal of the State?

"?"

Upon hearing Old Zhang's words, a question mark slowly appeared above Sherlock's head. However, Old Zhang did not explain anything to Sherlock. Instead, he led Sherlock past the reception desk to an office in the base, took out two documents from a cabinet, and handed them to Sherlock.

Sherlock took the document with some confusion, glanced at the cover, and immediately couldn't help but twitch his lips.

Well, this disguise is too tight. The documents in their hands have turned into archives. For some reason, it feels like the rabbit is seriously joking.

Ignoring the look on Old Zhang's face that seemed to indicate he had successfully pulled off a prank, Sherlock decisively opened the first of the two documents in his hand and began to read.

Name: 002 Imperial Seal

Description: A seal carved from Lantian jade, with the eight characters "受命于天，既寿永昌" (Received the Mandate of Heaven, May Your Life Be Long and Prosperous) engraved in the insect and bird seal script. One corner of the seal was damaged due to historical reasons and was repaired with gold.

Anomaly Description: Anyone who has ever studied or learned about Chinese history, or is native to China, will automatically adopt the emperor's perspective the moment they hold the imperial seal, and will immediately identify themselves as "朕" (the imperial "I") and ascend the throne on the spot...

? ? ? ? ? ?

Looking at the description in the document in his hand, Sherlock's lips twitched and even his eyes twitched non-stop. Putting aside the dramatic descriptions in the so-called abnormal descriptions, Sherlock just wanted to know how the person who wrote this document managed to hold back his laughter while writing it.