Marvel: The Alchemist Just Wants a Peaceful Life

Zhao Weike naturally understood Sherlock's meaning, but it was clear that Zhao Weike wasn't drinking alone because of this. After glancing at Sherlock, Zhao Weike sighed helplessly.

"It's not that simple, Sherlock. What I care about isn't the so-called rules, but the consequences of those damn rules!"

After finishing his drink, Zhao Weike waved to the bartender to refill his glass before continuing to speak to Sherlock.

“I never object to Anna and Mindy taking on missions. Just like you said, sheep that have seen the vast world and are brave enough to face danger will not be willing to return to the sheepfold. I know that, I have always known that.”

The problem is that Anna came into contact with something she shouldn't have, or rather, something I didn't want her to come into contact with—the organization that killed her father.

Anna and Mindy have already started investigating that organization, and it's only a matter of time before they discover its secrets. Those two girls will definitely seek revenge.

But here's the problem: Sherlock, his identity!

After taking a sip of his drink, Zhao Weike continued.

“Anna is a Roma, and I also come from a Roma family. That damned X organization is essentially a member of the High Table’s reserve force. If Anna insists on revenge, there will only be one outcome: a war within the High Table.”

At that time, neither I, Anna, nor even Mindy will be able to escape unscathed. This has nothing to do with power, but with personal favors—favors that are impossible to refuse.

Hearing Zhao Weike's words, Sherlock fell silent, and for a moment he didn't know how to comfort Zhao Weike.

As we all know, debts of gratitude are the hardest to repay.

This debt of gratitude has nothing to do with status or even the strength of power. If someone lends a helping hand when you are in your most difficult time, then even if you are standing at the top of the world, you must not refuse their request for help.

After thinking for a moment, Sherlock could only sigh helplessly and ignore Zhao Weike's words. Instead, he took out his phone and made a call to Winston in front of Zhao Weike.

"Hello? Winston? Long time no see. Oh, nothing, I just wanted to ask you something. Hmm, okay, I'll get straight to the point. If I wanted to destroy a High Table power, what would the High Table's reaction be?"

As soon as Sherlock finished speaking, Zhao Weike, on the other side, turned his head in disbelief to look in Sherlock's direction, his eyes wide open.

Clearly, while Anna's revenge would throw the entire underworld into chaos, if Sherlock were to intervene, then the favors owed to Zhao Weike and Anna would not fall on their shoulders.

In other words, Sherlock took on the karma that belonged to him and Anna!

Chapter 656 The High Table Meeting at the Continental Hotel 1

Zhao Weike was deeply moved by Sherlock's choice, and even considered forgiving the usually unscrupulous Sherlock.

In the world of assassins, the concept of bearing karma is completely nonexistent. Even helping someone is a matter of price, and the existence of blood pacts is the best proof of this.

While Zhao Weike was deeply moved, Winston broke out in a cold sweat the moment he heard Sherlock's words.

As the manager of the Continental Hotel, who is currently the most powerful person in the company, Winston immediately understood what Sherlock wanted to do, after all, he knew everything about Eve's affairs.

But that's where the problem lies.

As we all know, as the world has gradually gone out of control, countless forces and figures, large and small, have emerged. The pressure on the High Table, which was originally the absolute king of the dark side of the world, has been increasing day by day, and it even feels like it has become the demon king in a hero's story.

Under such circumstances, the High Table simply cannot afford to have someone like Sherlock interfere in its affairs, let alone bear the cost of having one of its most useful henchmen destroyed.

As for refusing, that was something he wouldn't even dare to think about. Winston knew that neither the Continental Hotel nor the High Table could withstand Sherlock's wrath. If they refused Sherlock, then when Sherlock trampled on the Continental Hotel's rules, the Continental Hotel would truly become a joke.

Left with no other choice, Winston could only reassure Sherlock over the phone and invite him to the Continental Hotel in New York the next day for further discussion before hanging up.

After hanging up the phone, Winston stared at his old-fashioned mobile phone for a while before sighing helplessly, putting down his phone, and picking up the old-fashioned red telephone on the table.

“Hello, this is Winston, manager of the New York Continental Hotel. Please connect me to the High Table. It’s a Code Red crisis, and we need a collective decision from the High Table 12 Council.”

……

Sherlock was unaware of Winston's busy schedule. After hanging up the phone, Sherlock shrugged at Zhao Weike beside him before calmly speaking to him.

"See, it's all over now. Drink as usual, live your life as usual. Tomorrow I'll go to the Mainland Hotel and see what Winston's response is."

"Take me with you!"

Zhao Weike was not fooled by Sherlock's relaxed tone, and after hearing Sherlock's statement, he made his request very seriously.

Seeing Zhao Weike looking like a coconut master, Sherlock didn't refuse. After smiling, he called on the group of scoundrels from the PAB club to start pouring alcohol for Zhao Weike, who was in his coconut master state.

To be honest, it was quite interesting to see Zhao Weike, who was in a bad mood, being forced to drink.

The next morning, Sherlock was dragged out of bed by Zhao Weike. Seeing Zhao Weike dressed neatly like a coconut master, Sherlock was completely dumbfounded.

No, if I remember correctly, he and Zhao Weike crawled home together last night. How come Zhao Weike sobered up faster and got up earlier than him?

This is fucking illogical!

However, Sherlock didn't refuse, and grumbling, he followed Zhao Weike in his old Mustang to the Continental Hotel in New York.

Inside the lobby, Winston and Charon were already waiting for Sherlock. Upon seeing Sherlock enter, Winston immediately went to greet him.

"Welcome, Mr. Sherlock. The meeting is ready at the High Table. I'll take you there now."

After speaking, Winston gestured for Sherlock to follow, and then led Sherlock toward the elevator. Zhao Weike instinctively wanted to follow, but Charon stopped him.

“Mr. John, it’s best if retirees don’t appear at the high table, don’t you think?”

Upon hearing Charon's words, Zhao Weike glanced at Charon, who had a refined smile on his face, sighed helplessly, sat down in a booth in the hall, and said to Charon.

"Would you mind giving me, a retiree, a cup of coffee?"

"Please wait a moment."

Charon did not refuse Zhao Weike's suggestion. He smiled, bowed slightly to Zhao Weike, and then turned to prepare the coffee that Zhao Weike wanted.

As for Sherlock, after Sherlock followed Winston into the elevator, Winston took out a card from his pocket and lightly scanned it on a seemingly ordinary spot in the elevator, producing a beep.

The elevator then began to descend, but strangely, none of the buttons representing the floors lit up. Clearly, the card in Winston's hand represented an area of ​​the Continental Hotel that was not open to the public.

“Every hotel on every continent in the world has such a secret meeting room. The hotel manager has the authority to convene a high table council, but only in times of crisis for the high table and the hotel.”

But generally speaking, hotels may never encounter something like this. To be honest, this was the first time I'd initiated this process, and it was quite an eye-opener for me.

Winston chuckled and explained the situation to Sherlock, cracking a light joke. Hearing this, Sherlock raised an eyebrow slightly, saying nothing but looking at Winston with amusement.

As the elevator descended, it soon arrived at the secret conference room, or rather, the refuge room, located beneath the mainland hotel.

As the elevator doors opened, Sherlock was presented with a corridor that wasn't very long. At the end of the corridor was a double-doored gate. The entire corridor and the gate were decorated in the same style as the Continental Hotel upstairs.

Classic, luxurious, and full of old-money vibes.

Winston led Sherlock toward the double doors, and after pushing them open, the entire conference room came into view.

It was a huge conference table, but there was only one chair near the door. The rest of the space was occupied by 13 ultra-thin monitors, each over 3 meters tall, with 6 on each side and only one opposite Sherlock.

At Winston's prompting, Sherlock sat down in a chair, and after Sherlock was seated, Winston stood at the doorway and turned off the lights in the conference room.

The instant Winston turned off the lights in the conference room, the only remaining illumination was a small spotlight above Sherlock's head and the 3-meter-tall monitor.

In less than a minute, the monitors on site began to light up, with six monitors on each side starting to run. However, to Sherlock's surprise, what appeared on the monitors were not human figures, but twelve patterns representing their respective factions, which looked like family crests.

Chapter 657 The High Table Meeting at the Continental Hotel 2

It has to be said that facing these 12 lit screens and the single white family crest pattern on them would be quite oppressive for an ordinary person, but for Sherlock, for some reason, he always had a sense of déjà vu.

Although the screen lit up, no one spoke first, as if they were all waiting for Sherlock to speak. Sherlock didn't stand on ceremony, and the red lightning in his hand flickered. In the blink of an eye, twelve fist-sized seals appeared in front of Sherlock.

"This little thing is a gift for our first meeting. Of course, if you wish, you can also use it as a family heirloom. Once a drop of blood is dripped on it, it will be considered to have recognized its master. Unless the previous headmaster dies or voluntarily abdicates while holding the seal, no one can use this thing."

As Sherlock's voice rang out, the eyes of those hidden behind the 12 screens lit up instantly. Sherlock's gift had precisely addressed the two most pressing concerns of those seated at the High Table Council.

Power and legacy!

Those who sit in this position are not fools. Everyone understands that Sherlock's reason for presenting a magical but useless gift first is partly to be polite before taking action, and partly to demonstrate his power.

No one responded immediately. After all, in this situation, speaking first would put one at a disadvantage, since they weren't the most anxious people in the meeting.

As for who will be the most anxious person?

They didn't have to wait long; the most anxious person quickly jumped out.

"Sherlock Flamel, put away your worthless little toys! This is the High Table! Nobody cares about that little toy in your hand, and nobody cares about you!"

As soon as the sound rang out, Sherlock almost instantly pinpointed the source of the sound: the family on the third screen from the left, whose family crest looked like a mustache's Iron Cross.

Sherlock narrowed his eyes slightly, staring intently at the screen for a long while before slowly speaking.

"It seems someone isn't happy with the gift I brought!"

"Ha! So what? Everyone here knows what you're up to! Sherlock, do you really think you can challenge the entire High Table by yourself? Don't be naive! Unless you don't care about the people around you and never leave your house again after today, the High Table has plenty of ways to deal with you!"

The instant Sherlock's voice faded, the male voice rang out, filled with disdain and contempt, as if he didn't care about Sherlock at all.

Upon hearing this person's words, Sherlock's expression remained unchanged, but the killing intent in his eyes surged like a tsunami.

After the man spouted his nonsense, Sherlock stared at the screen for a while before turning to Winston, who was standing by the door, and spoke to him in a completely emotionless tone.

"Winston, give me all the information about this organization later!"

After speaking, Sherlock turned back to the screen that had just been spouting nonsense and said in an unusually calm tone.

"Before noon, you and your organization will be on the wanted list of the Five Great Men, listed as top targets just like Ultron. At the same time, you will also be on the Avengers' kill list! Finally..."

Sherlock glanced around at all twelve screens that were lit up in the room before calmly continuing.

"Before this organization is completely wiped out, the Five Good People and the Avengers will launch a full-scale siege against all forces and personnel on the High Table. This siege will not stop until this person who dared to threaten me and the organization behind him are all gone!"

Sherlock spoke the most terrifying words in the calmest tone. Winston felt a chill run down his spine upon hearing Sherlock's words, and cursed the idiot's ancestors in his heart.

Others might be certain whether Sherlock's words could come true, but Winston knew that even if he didn't, he would never gamble on whether Sherlock could do what he just said.

Even though Winston knew in his heart that the person who provoked Sherlock might only want to use the power of the High Table to put pressure on Sherlock and try to rally the entire High Table against Sherlock.

"Ha! Who do you think you are? Trying to mobilize five..."

Before the male voice could finish speaking, the screen went dark instantly, clearly indicating that he had been forcibly logged off in the background.

The instant the screen that had been spouting nonsense went dark, the screen opposite Sherlock, which had remained dark the entire time, lit up.

However, unlike the other screens, this screen doesn't have any badges; it's just a pure white screen.

As the pure white screen lit up, a dignified male voice rang out.

"Albert Bernhard could be stripped of his High Table membership, and the Bernhard family behind him would also be stripped of their High Table membership and relegated to the second-tier reserve.

The head of the Bernhard family will be added to the Continental Hotel's kill list, with a bounty of $2000 million and 10 gold coins. This will take effect immediately, with no time limit!

As the authoritative male voice announced the punishment for Albert, who had just made such outrageous remarks, a collective gasp filled the room almost instantly.

With just a few words, he was removed from the high table, and the family head was even put on the kill list of all hotels in the continent. Such a thing has never happened before in the history of hotels in the entire continent.

However, the authoritative male voice paid no attention to the gasps of shock. After announcing Albert's punishment, the voice softened slightly before addressing Sherlock.