Marvel: The Alchemist Just Wants a Peaceful Life

“Mr. Sherlock, on behalf of the entire High Table, I apologize to you. Please don’t be so angry. The X organization you are targeting is actually a branch of the Bernhard family. Albert’s outrageous remarks were only to protect his family. He does not represent the will of the entire High Table.”

Clearly, the person behind that pure white screen was using the same tactic as Sherlock—first politeness, then force—to tell Sherlock all this in order to force him to abandon his frightening idea.

Just like Winston, the person behind that pure white screen didn't dare to gamble on whether Sherlock could actually do what he had just said.

The plan was good, but unfortunately, Sherlock had no intention of following the ideas of the person behind the pure white screen. After hearing the explanation from the pure white screen, Sherlock remained silent for a long time, staring at the pure white screen for a while before smiling and speaking to it.

"An elder above the council? Ha, finally someone who can make decisions. I just wonder if you're only logging on now because you wanted to watch the show from the sidelines or because the network signal in the desert is really bad and causing a delay?"

As Sherlock uttered these words, an eerie silence fell over the scene. However, behind the screen, the elder in the heart of the desert was instantly drenched in cold sweat upon hearing Sherlock's words.

Chapter 658 The High Table Meeting at the Continental Hotel 3

After a while, the elder's voice came through the white screen again.

"It seems Mr. Sherlock knows quite a lot about our Continental Hotel and the High Table."

Although these words sounded like an exclamation, to Winston they were not much different from a death sentence.

It is important to know that the location of the Elder is a closely guarded secret of the entire High Table and the Continental Hotel. Anyone who knows the location of the Elder must be of high rank and power, or have an extremely thorough understanding of the structure of the Continental Hotel or the High Table, and know some secrets.

Unfortunately, Winston had it all.

Fortunately, Sherlock seemed to understand the meaning behind the elder's words. He simply smiled, leaned back in his chair, waved his hand, and then spoke to the elder in a normal tone.

"It has nothing to do with Winston and John, my dear Elder. Don't underestimate the Avengers' intelligence system, and don't underestimate me and Alchemy. After all, to Truth, your position is nothing, not even a secret."

As Sherlock finished speaking, the room fell silent once again, which was exactly the effect Sherlock wanted. After glancing around, Sherlock sat up straight again and fixed his gaze on the screen of the elder opposite him.

"Alright, now that the person in charge has arrived, let's get down to business."

"I would like to hear the details!"

After Sherlock finished speaking, the elder had no intention of continuing to play the childish game of "whoever wants to speak loses" with Sherlock. Instead, he added a comment after hearing Sherlock's words.

Sherlock was quite satisfied with the other party's attitude. After all, compared to the barking dog from before, the elder in front of him was at least human and could be communicated with.

"First of all, I am very satisfied with the elder's handling of that barking dog, but I hope the elder will not deceive me and not think of just finding a scapegoat to get rid of the matter and then letting that family come back after things have calmed down."

Unless you really want to challenge the authority of the Five Good Men! Oh, and in case you don't know, I can tell you right now what a treatment plan on par with Ultron means: unlimited firepower, if I want, a nuclear blitzkrieg!

Sherlock paused slightly as he spoke, his eyes narrowing as he scanned all the screens in the room. The entire conference room was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

Sherlock, on the other hand, gave them some time to react before continuing.

"As for what I want to do, I'm sure you all already know. I just saw the sincerity the elders showed, so I will reciprocate with my own sincerity."

Sherlock paused again at this point, a rather wicked smile spreading across his face. He slowly extended a finger, his eyes scanning the 12 screens still lit up in the room.

"I can custom-make an alchemical item for you, including weapons, defenses, and even a lifespan of over a hundred years!"

When Sherlock spoke of this, he was like a demon from hell, with a wicked smile on his face and his voice filled with seduction.

"Anything you want, the Tsar Bomba, or any armor that allows you to get right up close and watch the Tsar Bomba's detonation core."

Of course, if you choose lifespan, as long as you don't die unexpectedly along the way, like being murdered, I can give one of you a guaranteed extra 100 years of lifespan. No deception, young or old!

As Sherlock spoke, although no one answered, Sherlock could hear everyone's breathing become heavy, even Winston's breathing behind him.

Hearing the heavy breathing coming from the screen, Sherlock's smile grew increasingly sinister and twisted.

It's important to know that these 12 people present can be considered absolute kings of the underworld, wielding power that is unimaginable to ordinary people. And for those who hold power, longevity is always the most coveted thing.

Sherlock was annoyed by the man barking at him like a dog, so he deliberately made this condition, and was even secretly looking forward to a dog-eat-dog spectacle.

Unfortunately, even though Sherlock could hear the undisguised greed of those hidden behind the screen, the dog-eat-dog situation he had been looking forward to did not occur.

The elder opposite Sherlock took several deep breaths before he managed to control his emotions and try to keep his voice from trembling too much.

"Mr. Sherlock, you're still as wicked as the intelligence reports!"

"Thank you for the compliment!"

Faced with the elder's sigh, Sherlock stood up gracefully and gave a noble salute to the elder's pure white screen, but the wicked smile on his face did not diminish in the slightest.

Seeing Sherlock's shameless yet proud demeanor, everyone present momentarily suppressed the turbulent thoughts surging within them.

Greed is one thing, but one should also consider whether one has the life to enjoy what one has acquired through greed!

The people present were not fools. After experiencing the initial greed, they quickly put the beast of greed back into the cage of reason. It was only at this point that they realized how terrifying Sherlock was.

It's no exaggeration to say that if there were still idiots like Albert at the scene, the history of the Continental Hotel would probably end today.

"I must say, Mr. Sherlock, you are as terrifying as ever. But isn't the alchemical item you proposed a bit too few for the twelve of us?"

A familiar voice rang out in the hall. Sherlock almost instantly recognized the voice as belonging to Zhao Weike's former family, Eve's current family, the head of the big black gang known as the Rommen.

Sherlock didn't know the woman's name, but Zhao Weike had called her "mama" before.

When faced with the Rom's question, Sherlock did not press the issue as aggressively as before. Instead, he softened his tone, looked at the screen representing the Rom, and spoke in a relaxed manner.

"Being too greedy is never a good thing! One alchemical item, one alchemical item that can guarantee the authority of the Continental Hotel and the High Table, is enough."

"It's like what I just said. I can give you a Tsar Bomba, or something that can withstand its explosion at close range. I can certainly give it to you right now. But whether it's a nuclear bomb or a shield that can withstand a nuclear bomb, are you sure the High Table can protect these things?"

As Sherlock said this, the room fell silent once again. Just as Sherlock said, even if Sherlock really brought out these things, the High Table couldn't protect them.

Chapter 659 The High Table Meeting at the Continental Hotel (End)

Sherlock's words also caused the elder sitting opposite him to fall into deep thought.

From her initial attraction to Sherlock's supposed lifespan to her later contemplation of weapons and armor, it's clear that the conditions Sherlock offered were a series of traps.

If he had dared to choose his lifespan, Sherlock would have kept his promise, but the Continental Hotel and the High Table system would have collapsed immediately.

When rules begin to serve individuals, then there is no need for any rules to continue.

This is a universal principle, especially for those who live in the dark and possess powers that ordinary people cannot control.

Moreover, the elder was absolutely certain that if it weren't for Eve and Zhao Weike, and because Sherlock had given the Rom people some face, Sherlock would never have said those words.

In other words, whichever choice Sherlock just made would bring utter destruction to the Continental Hotel and the High Table, without Sherlock even having to lift a finger.

Unfortunately, these rats, who lived in the darkness and couldn't stand the light, were completely helpless against Sherlock's thuggish behavior.

This is a problem caused by their inherent characteristics.

Just as Sherlock threatened, no matter how powerful they are, they are nothing but a bunch of chickens and dogs when facing a 'nation' that is in the open.

Or to put it more bluntly, those 'countries' don't really care whether the dark world is ruled by the high table or the coffee table. To them, the methods of the dark world are merely 'techniques' rather than 'principles'.

As for techniques, as long as they are easy to use, that's enough.

After thinking it over for a while, the elder finally spoke again.

“Mr. Sherlock, how about this? The High Table doesn’t want any alchemical items. On behalf of the High Table, I would like to obtain a promise from you, Mr. Sherlock.”

Mr. Sherlock's promise to protect the entire system when it was in danger within the Continental Hotel-High Table system.

How about this?

Upon hearing the elder's choice, Sherlock finally withdrew the wicked smile from his face. After staring at the pure white screen for a while, he finally revealed a relatively gentle smile.

"A wise choice, Elder. Do you still want me to sign some kind of blood pact or something?"

Hearing Sherlock's answer, the elder behind the screen finally breathed a sigh of relief and then spoke to Sherlock.

“No need, Mr. Sherlock. You are not a member of the High Table, and the blood pact has no binding force on you in essence. Moreover, I believe that Mr. Sherlock will keep his promise in times of crisis, and the High Table will also keep our promise.”

The elder paused slightly at this point before continuing.

"Please understand the changes in the current world situation. The High Table also has many difficulties to consider. We can guarantee that Eve will have 24 hours to take revenge when she targets the X organization."

During these 24 hours, the High Table will not help either side, and similarly, the rules of the High Table will not apply to this 24-hour battle between the two sides.

Of course, time will not be counted until Eve confirms the identity and location of the X organization. However, I also hope that you and Mr. John will not interfere with any of Eve's investigations and decisions, or even the final showdown, what do you say?

To put it simply, the elder's meaning is that Sherlock and John cannot participate in Anna's investigation of the X Organization, nor can they give Anna any advice or assistance in the investigation, or even participate in Anna's final battle against the X Organization.

However, when the final battle begins, the High Table will give Anna 24 hours to exact her revenge.

In other words, the elders were betting that Anna couldn't wipe out the entire X organization within 24 hours. This way, they could preserve the X organization's fighting strength at the High Table while perfectly resolving Sherlock's demands.

Sherlock naturally understood the elder's ulterior motives, but it wasn't a bad thing for him. Sherlock believed that Anna and Mindy could fulfill their mission, so he naturally wouldn't interfere with the elder's conditions.

After snapping his fingers, Sherlock stood up decisively, scanned the room, and then spoke cheerfully.

“These are very fair terms, I have no problem with them, but John and I want to be observers of this war. Of course, you can also send observers, I won’t stop you.”

"can."

Faced with Sherlock's final request, which was hardly a request at all, the elder agreed without the slightest hesitation. Seeing that the elder had agreed to his final request, Sherlock saw no need to stay any longer.

With a flash of blue light, Sherlock's figure disappeared from the hidden conference room.

Unsurprisingly, Sherlock's bizarre departure made everyone present feel like they had a knife to their throats. Their security system, which they were so proud of, seemed like a joke in the face of Sherlock's ability to come and go as he pleased.

No one likes this feeling, especially those who have long held high positions.

After a long silence, a rather young-sounding female voice finally rang out in the hall.

"Elder, how can we be sure that when we ask Sherlock for help, he will help us instead of kicking us when we're down?"

Faced with the woman's question, no one in the room spoke, seemingly waiting for the elder's answer.

After a long silence, the elder's voice finally rang out in the hall.

"We can't be sure, just as we don't know exactly how he left this meeting room."

All we can do is trust Sherlock's character and gamble that if we truly face a crisis, he might help us once, considering that the girl and John were once under our protection.

As the elder's voice faded, the pure white screen went out in an instant.

Only 11 screens remained lit up in the room, staring at each other in silence. After a long while, a male voice finally let out a sigh.

"This feeling is really annoying."

As the man's voice lamented, the screens throughout the venue gradually went dark.

Only after all the screens had turned off did Winston turn the room lights back on. After glancing around at the now-off screens, he sighed helplessly, turned around, opened the door, and walked out.

Just as the elder just said, they can only gamble that Sherlock will keep his promise, just as he had always been waiting for Sherlock to cooperate with him.