Marvel: The Alchemist Just Wants a Peaceful Life

Or to be more precise, Sherlock's feelings toward it were more of a sense of novelty.

At the end of the Rainbow Bridge, people were already prepared to welcome the Ancient One. Amidst the surprised looks of those welcoming people, Sherlock pulled Doro out of his four-dimensional pocket, and carrying Doro, followed the Ancient One onto this Asgardian vehicle. Then, under the introduction of the minister, it headed towards the palace.

Along the way, Sherlock kept observing the scenery outside, and Asgard gave Sherlock a strange feeling.

How to describe it? It has a feeling of classical and futuristic coexistence.

Above, there are floating, hovering vehicles, while on the ground, people wear ancient clothing and live their lives with smiles on their faces, holding the most basic pottery jars and the like.

Even their living arrangements are somewhat divided.

Some people live in high-rise buildings, while others live in the most traditional stone houses of Asgard, giving people a magical and absurd feeling, as if everything is so normal yet not so normal.

The feeling of being torn apart gradually disappeared as the so-called means of transportation drew closer to the palace in Asgard.

Sherlock also discovered that the closer he got to the magnificent palace, which seemed to be made of gold, the more modern, or rather, technologically advanced, the surrounding environment became.

However, in a short while, Sherlock figured out what had caused this.

Simply put, Asgard is still a feudal dynasty in nature. The closer to the palace, the more nobles live there, and naturally, the more luxurious it becomes.

When the vehicle stopped at the palace gates, Sherlock's guess was immediately confirmed.

The attire of the 'officials' standing at the palace gate to greet guests, whether armor or normal 'clothes', was far superior to that of the 'commoners' who had just descended the Rainbow Bridge.

Of course, the so-called 'commoners' were dressed just as well; it's just that the 'nobles' were dressed more luxuriously.

After exchanging a few words with the people dressed as 'officials' with a forced smile, Gu Yi was led by them into the palace.

Perhaps it was because Sherlock's attire clashed with the Ancient One's, or perhaps because Sherlock always looked around with an air of ignorance, but clearly no one paid any attention to Sherlock, treating him merely as a junior apprentice following the Ancient One to broaden his horizons.

Sherlock was happy to have some peace and quiet. After letting Doro climb back into his clothes, he followed behind the Ancient One and watched her negotiate with the so-called 'officials'.

However, all of Sherlock's leisure and ease vanished the moment he entered the palace hall, which looked like it was used for holding court meetings.

The reason is simple: Sherlock saw Odin, the owner of the armor he stole.

Although Odin is now very old, with white hair and beard, and even the Spear of Eternity in his hand has become more like a cane than a weapon, Sherlock can still feel the violent power contained within Odin's aged body beneath his golden armor.

However, seeing Odin as a nemesis isn't really a cause for concern for Sherlock. After all, the Ancient One is there to back him up, so if a fight breaks out, Sherlock feels he can at least run away.

What truly worried Sherlock was the extremely excited greeting—or rather, salutation—from a blond man standing beneath Odin's throne after he entered the hall.

"Sherlock, my dearest friend, my respected mentor! Welcome to Asgard!"

As Sherlock entered the palace hall, the blond-haired man, who had been severely beaten by Odin after he woke up because of his embarrassing attire when he stopped Loki, looked at Sherlock with excitement and greeted him almost immediately.

Then, as if afraid that someone wouldn't recognize Sherlock, he excitedly ran towards Sherlock.

As Thor approached, the gazes of the Ancient One, Odin, and even all the officials of Asgard followed Thor's figure, gradually moving towards Sherlock, who was at the back of the procession.

At this moment, Sherlock truly wanted to shout to Thor what Catham had once wanted to say to him.

Don't you fucking come any closer!!!

Chapter 97 Sherlock: My life is over!

Thor truly lived up to his stereotypical image of a brute, completely ignoring Sherlock's frantic attempts to signal him, and ran over to Sherlock with a hearty laugh, patting him on the shoulder again and again.

The good news is that Thor is dressed normally now, and even his Mjolnir has returned to normal. The bad news is that this golden retriever really doesn't understand any social etiquette.

Sherlock was practically rolling his eyes at Thor's slaps, but he still didn't notice and even looked incredibly happy.

What frustrated Sherlock the most was that Thor was genuinely happy that Sherlock had come to Asgard, not feigning it. All his actions stemmed from his own emotions, not from revenge for Sherlock's past mischievousness.

Of course, it's also possible that Thor still doesn't know that Sherlock was behind his cringeworthy appearance and the theft of his Destroyer armor.

Seeing that Sherlock was about to roll his eyes, the Ancient One smiled and looked at Thor, who was sitting on the throne, and said to Odin.

"I never expected the prince of Asgard to be so unconventional."

Upon hearing the Ancient One's words, Odin's face darkened instantly. Looking at Thor, who was still exchanging pleasantries with Sherlock despite the occasion, Odin felt that Thor was making him lose all face.

Just as she was about to speak to stop Thor's rude behavior, she heard Thor speak to the Ancient One at that moment.

“Supreme Master, you are mistaken. My mentor Flamel once told me in a tavern that those who achieve great things do not concern themselves with trifles! This is the demeanor of a king! If my mentor had not strongly opposed it, I would have even been willing to take him as my godfather!”

Listening to the first half of Thor's words, Odin's face was full of surprise, even astonishment. After all, it was already surprising enough for Odin to hear such words coming from the mouth of Thor, a brute.

But when Thor immediately offered to become his godfather, Odin's face darkened even more, while the Ancient One wore a mocking smile.

Looking at his foolish son standing below, still smugly trying to recognize his thief as his father, Odin took a deep breath and decided to temporarily skip the topic of adoptive father. Instead, he looked at Sherlock, who was about to be slapped so hard his eyes were rolling back, and asked Thor with a gloomy expression.

"Since you call him your mentor, then tell me, what exactly did your mentor teach you?"

Upon hearing Odin's words, Thor immediately raised an eyebrow, put on an expression that said "you are all trash," and began to recount Sherlock's tavern speeches from his time on Earth.

When these words appeared in the halls of Asgard: "Are kings and generals born with a special destiny? How can a great man, born between heaven and earth, live a life of mediocrity and subservience? A gentleman should stand tall and upright. There will be times when the wind will break the waves and I will set sail to cross the vast ocean," they were a testament to this.

On the other side, the stars of five thousand years of dynastic changes began to twinkle in this divine realm called Asgard, and the brief but passionate lives of humankind burst forth with brilliant light in the ancient palace halls of Asgard.

So much so that those 'officials' who usually knew what kind of monster Thor really was were full of surprise when they saw Thor standing in the hall talking so eloquently, as if such words should not have come out of the mouth of such a brute.

Odin, sitting on his throne, went from initial surprise to growing increasingly grim as he listened, and the more he pondered, the more uneasy he felt.

On the contrary, the Ancient One, who had lived for an unknown amount of time, smiled even more brightly after hearing Thor's words, which were full of 'domineering aura'.

The brighter the Ancient One's smile, the paler Sherlock's face became.

At this moment, Sherlock had only one feeling: regret, immense regret. He even wished he could travel back in time and kill his younger self who had been so eloquent in the tavern.

The more unrestrained Sherlock was when he gave his speech, the more he wanted to die now that Saul was retelling it.

Looking at Thor, who was still chattering away, and then at Odin, whose face was as black as the bottom of a pot, Sherlock really wanted to crack open Thor's head to see what this stupid golden retriever was thinking.

Sherlock really wanted to ask Thor, "You said all this in front of Odin, do you really want to have a showdown with Odin at Xuanwu Gate?"

Whoever wins will become the God King.

No way, you hammer god, who gave you the courage to say these things in front of Odin?

You should know that I said these things to cheer you up, and now you actually said them to the face of the God-King, which would be considered extremely disrespectful even in a feudal dynasty.

Are you truly secure in your position as crown prince, or what?

However, Sherlock's urge to criticize had reached its peak, but when faced with the powerful Odin, he still dared not stop Thor from continuing to act foolishly.

When Saul recited Huang Chao's lines, "When autumn comes on the ninth day of the ninth month, my flowers will bloom and all others will wither. The fragrance will fill Chang'an, and the whole city will be adorned with golden armor," Sherlock closed his eyes in despair.

At this moment, Sherlock had only one thought in his mind.

My life is over!

Listening to this blatantly anti-poem and seeing Sherlock silently closing his eyes, Odin was almost amused by the absurd scene before him.

Good grief, I won't even mention stealing my armor, but now you're teaching my son to rebel? What if that idiot Thor actually manages to rebel... and what if he succeeds?

Hmm? It actually seems pretty good?

If this foolish son could really learn from Loki and rebel right under his nose, and succeed, then he would probably laugh out loud even if he died on the spot.

For a moment, Odin was caught in a dilemma: whether to be angry or not. His old face displayed a complex mix of emotions.

On the contrary, the smile on Gu Yi's face never faded, even though she had been watching this farce from beginning to end.

Seeing Odin in such agony, the Ancient One, who had been watching the drama unfold for a while, finally stepped forward and addressed Thor, who still wanted to say something.

“Your Highness Thor, we already know your ability to make a difference in a short time. Shouldn’t I finish discussing important matters with His Majesty the God-King before listening to your ‘passionate’ speech?”

When the Ancient One said this, she was smiling, which made Thor realize what kind of situation he was in. He scratched his nose with a somewhat embarrassed expression before silently retreating back into the Asgardian group.

Only at this moment did Odin have the opportunity to speak to the Ancient One.

"Supreme Sorcerer, I never imagined that Midgard would still be so full of talented people."

"Your Majesty the God-King is too kind."

Faced with Odin's words, the Ancient One seemed not to understand the sarcastic tone in Odin's words, and spoke to Odin neither humbly nor arrogantly.

Seeing that the Ancient One was unmoved by reason, Odin became a little angry. He narrowed his remaining eye and looked at Sherlock, who looked like he had been broken for a long time, for a while before asking the Ancient One a question.

"Then what brings the Sorcerer Supreme and my son's mentor to Asgard?"

Chapter 98 Odin's Strange Attitude

Faced with Odin's sarcastic and direct address, Sherlock, who was already somewhat broken, shattered even more completely.

However, the Ancient One did not pay attention to Odin's sarcastic remarks. Instead, she waved her hand and instantly teleported Sherlock to her side, pointing at Sherlock and saying...

"Before we get down to business, I think it's necessary for me to introduce this 'prince mentor,' Sherlock Flamel, an alchemist from Earth!"

As the Ancient One uttered the last four words, the entire hall fell silent instantly, so quiet you could hear a pin drop. Even Odin, sitting on his throne, instinctively widened his single eye. All eyes were fixed on the boy who seemed to have been shattered into pieces.

Sherlock was currently in a state of "whatever" and giving up, but after listening to the Ancient One's explanation, he quickly realized something was wrong.

Why did the room become so quiet after the Ancient One finished introducing herself?

Sherlock opened his tightly closed eyes, his head full of questions, wanting to see what had happened. However, after seeing the scene, the question marks in Sherlock's head became even more numerous.

The reason is simple: whether it was Odin sitting on the throne or the 'officials' standing in the hall, almost everyone stared at Sherlock after hearing his identity as an alchemist.

Especially those 'officials' standing below, some of them even unconsciously reduced their breathing, as if afraid of frightening Sherlock. Their eyes, apart from disbelief, were filled with nothing but greed when they looked at Sherlock.

???

Upon witnessing this scene, three large question marks slowly floated above Sherlock's head as he carefully recalled the process by which the Ancient One had introduced herself.

Sherlock wondered if there was something wrong with it.

This unusual scene even made Sherlock himself somewhat insecure, completely unaware of what had happened.

Aside from Sherlock, who was completely clueless, only Thor, the dim-witted blond, was unaware of what was happening.

"An alchemist?"

After a long while, Odin seemed to finally realize what was happening. His single eye scanned Sherlock back and forth, as if he couldn't believe that the young man before him was an alchemist.

How can you prove it?

After watching Sherlock for a while, Odin finally spoke to the Ancient One and asked her a question.

Although it was a question directed at the Ancient One, it instantly ignited Sherlock's short temper.

Who are you talking to? Do I need to prove to you whether I'm an alchemist or not?