Marvel: The Alchemist Just Wants a Peaceful Life

"It's just a little trinket someone gave me. I'm giving it to Doro as a toy. Mr. Sherlock, don't worry about it. It's nothing valuable."

Upon hearing Frigga's words, Doro lifted her head from Sherlock's embrace, looking at him with an innocent expression. As if afraid that Sherlock would refuse to let her accept this little cloud, she fawned over him.

"Yes, Doro really loves the little cloud that Grandma gave him. Doro even gave it a lovely name!"

"what is it call?"

Hearing Doro's words, Sherlock was genuinely curious about what name Doro could come up with. Upon hearing Sherlock's question, Doro immediately replied with a proud expression.

"Somersault Cloud! Doro thought about it for three whole days before coming up with this name! Isn't it great?"

Seeing Doro nestled in his arms with a 'I'm so awesome, pinch my waist' look on his face, Sherlock couldn't help but chuckle and gave Doro's head a good rub.

It's confirmed, this is definitely my own child!

"Then thank you, Empress, for your generosity."

Sherlock, holding Doro, bowed slightly to Frigga and accepted her gift without refusing Doro's offer. After all, Sherlock had clearly seen the two exchanging glances just now.

Refusing at this point would seem rather heartless.

Moreover, unlike the little cloud beneath Doro's feet, which made Sherlock feel novel, it was the little clothes on Doro's body that truly surprised him.

The reason is simple: the clothes Doro is wearing aren't actually real clothes, but illusions! They're illusions that Doro designed and projected onto himself!

Seeing Sherlock curiously sensing something within the illusion of Doro's clothes, Frigga chuckled and said to Sherlock.

"Having nothing else to do, I taught Doro some basic magic. It's nothing profound, just something for fun. Sherlock, you don't need to mind it."

Frigga seemed to have figured out what Sherlock was thinking and explained to him, seemingly trying to dissuade him from the idea of ​​repaying her.

After all, the magic Doro possesses is the illusion magic that Loki is most skilled at. It's impossible for Sherlock to have no concerns, since the relationship between Doro and Asgard is entirely maintained by Sherlock and Thor, and Sherlock has to consider the issue of repayment.

Frigga's meaning was also clear: she bluntly told Sherlock not to worry about the return, as Doro hadn't learned much, and the clothes he conjured were the limit of his current abilities.

This is merely a playful form of magic, not worth mentioning; consider it just a toy given by an elder to a younger generation.

Despite Frigga's words, Sherlock was still extremely surprised and remembered Frigga's kindness in his heart.

For Frigga, this little illusion magic might not mean much, or even just a trick Loki used to play pranks, but for Sherlock, it was a different story.

Loki was able to use it to earn the title of God of Mischief, which is naturally due to its unique abilities. Now that Frigga is entrusting it to Doro, this is a great favor to Sherlock.

Sherlock, who values ​​equivalent exchange, would naturally not forget this kindness, but at this moment, Sherlock did not say much, but simply held Doro and bowed slightly to Frigga to express his gratitude.

Seeing Sherlock's expression, Frigga simply smiled before speaking to him.

"Go, take Doro to find Thor, and relax in Asgard. Sherlock, Asgard always welcomes you."

Frigga chuckled as she spoke to Sherlock, who was holding Doro. However, as she finished speaking, Frigga seemed to remember something, and her smile froze for a moment before she continued to Sherlock with a more serious expression.

"Also, tell Thor for me not to take you and Doro to any shady places, or don't blame me for being ruthless!"

Chapter 113 A Seven-Day Trip to Asgard 2

To be honest, it would have been better if Frigga hadn't said anything. After she did, Sherlock really wanted to see what that so-called 'shady' place was all about.

Could it be that in a divine realm like Asgard, there are streets filled with red lights? Or perhaps there are young women who can't afford clothes?

Wow~ In a place like Asgard, where everyone is a warrior and a brute, this is not impossible. Sherlock even had the urge to put Doro back in Frigga's arms, let Frigga help take care of the child for a few more days, and go with Thor to broaden their horizons.

While Frigga may not be that old compared to Odin, she is a granddaddy compared to Sherlock.

The side effect of living for so long is that you don't even need Sherlock to say anything; you can tell what this little guy is thinking just by looking at the expression on his face.

He lightly tapped Sherlock on the head in an annoyed tone before giving him his instructions.

"What I mean is, don't take Doro to places like taverns or gambling dens. They can easily corrupt a child. Instead, take Doro to amusement parks and tourist attractions, or let him experience the unique features of Asgard!"

Hearing Frigga's words, Sherlock felt a pang of shame, as if his little scheme had been exposed. He scratched the back of his head and, while hugging Doro, said goodbye to Frigga as if fleeing, leaving Doro completely bewildered by what had happened.

Watching Sherlock run off at breakneck speed, Frigga, who was in her bedchamber, smiled helplessly and turned back to attend to her own business.

After all, to Frigga, the only difference between Sherlock and Doro was their physical size. She wasn't Odin, so there was no need for her to consider Sherlock's identity. In her eyes, Sherlock was just a mischievous child.

Sherlock, unaware of Frigga's thoughts, seemed to flee from Frigga's palace with Doro in his arms before finally releasing him at Doro's insistence.

Seeing Doro sitting on his little cloud, Sherlock felt a pang of envy for no reason. After promising Doro some benefits, Sherlock successfully tricked Doro into giving him his little cloud. Then, after activating the All-Encompassing Analysis and learning about the principles and materials, Sherlock crafted one for himself without any hesitation.

The two, one big and one small, sat comfortably on the soft clouds, drifting leisurely towards Thor's training ground. Sherlock planned to trick Thor, the local big spender, into taking him out for a shopping spree.

However, when Sherlock arrived at the training ground, he was completely bewildered by Thor's actions and even began to wonder if Thor had developed some kind of peculiar fetish from his actions.

In the now deserted training ground, Thor stood shirtless, holding the electric shock device that Sherlock had hastily made on Nidavellis using the Arc Reactor.

While talking to the Meow Hammer placed on the stone platform, he would occasionally stick two wires into the Meow Hammer.

If that were all, it wouldn't be so bad. The most crucial thing is that Thor, this 'freak,' actually hit the Meowth Hammer and then hit himself, then continued to say something to the Meowth Hammer and then repeated the previous actions.

Sherlock was stunned by this scene, completely unable to understand what Thor was doing. He could only quietly fly behind Thor, wanting to hear what Thor was doing.

Sherlock swore that if Thor ever developed any strange fetishes, he would immediately distance himself from Thor and run to Odin, asking Odin to give Thor a 'personality repair surgery' tailored to his father.

In short, Seven Wolves' Love.

In order to protect Doro's pure heart, Sherlock didn't even let Doro get close, for fear that Doro would hear something restricted that she shouldn't hear.

When Sherlock got closer to Thor, he overheard what Thor was muttering furtively.

"Mjolnir, remember this feeling, and try to guide this power within my body. I am Thor, not the hammer god, but you are Thor's hammer! Being able to control lightning is our goal. As a warrior, you must be able to withstand this kind of pain, just like me!"

Come, let me feel the thunder again! Remember this feeling with your body, and believe that we will eventually transform from caterpillars into butterflies, becoming true gods.

???

Listening to Thor's ramblings, three huge question marks slowly appeared above Sherlock's head. Sherlock had seen plenty of PUA people, but this was truly the first time he had ever seen a PUA hammer.

This is why Meow Hammer can't speak. If Meow Hammer had even half the autonomy of the spear in its hand, it would probably fly up immediately and give Thor's big face a bloody "intimate contact".

What are you doing?

Sherlock floated behind Thor, looking utterly speechless, and asked Thor a question in a low voice.

The sudden sound startled Thor, who was using the PUA Mjolnir. He jumped up with a shout and turned around warily. Only when he saw Sherlock sitting on the cloud with a helpless expression did he lower his guard.

The guard was down, but the sense of shame was raised high.

Thor's face was as red as a monkey's bottom, his eyes darting around, as he scratched his nose and spoke to Sherlock.

"Haha, Sherlock, what a coincidence, you're here too. Haha, what could I be doing? I'm not doing anything, just training. Yes, I'm training to become Thor!"

Thor became increasingly self-righteous as he spoke, completely oblivious to the growing contempt on Sherlock's face.

It wasn't just Sherlock; Sherlock even felt a strong sense of contempt emanating from his own four-dimensional pocket.

Storm Axe lying in Sherlock's four-dimensional pocket: This embarrassing thing that spins around is actually going to be my future master.

Finally, Sherlock couldn't stand Thor's shamelessness any longer, so he punched Thor on the head. After confirming that it wasn't a good head, Sherlock then complained to Thor in an annoyed tone.

"You're the one who should be Thor, what does that have to do with Mjolnir? Can't you wake up?"

As if agreeing with Sherlock's words, as Sherlock finished speaking, Meow-Meow Hammer briefly released a bolt of lightning.

Seeing Meow Hammer's reaction, Sherlock seemed even more confident and immediately waved to Doro, who was hiding at the edge of the arena.

"Come on, Doro, show your brother Thor what it means to be the God of Thunder!"

Chapter 114 A Seven-Day Trip to Asgard 3

Upon hearing Sherlock's words, Doro, who was far away at the edge of the training ground, didn't even move his position. He simply sat lazily on the cloud and waved at the Mjolnir placed in front of Thor.

As Doro made that gesture with his chubby little hand, Meowth Hammer seemed to sense the call and eagerly flew towards Doro.

Although it looked like it was charging very aggressively, when it fell into Doro's hands, the movements were surprisingly gentle.

As Doro took the Meowth Hammer into his hand, a massive bolt of lightning exploded on it the next second. But strangely, the almost purple lightning seemed to pay special attention to Doro. Even though Doro was the closest being, not a single bolt of lightning struck him.

Doro seemed to sense something as well, and looked at the Mjolnir in his hand with some confusion. After thinking for a moment, Doro actually raised the Mjolnir in his hand and bowed to Thor, who was standing there looking completely bewildered. Then, without hesitation, he threw the Mjolnir out of his hand.

As Doro flung the Meowth Hammer, it seemed as if the hammer was venting its anger at being manipulated by Thor for so long, dragging behind it a purple lightning bolt that resembled an octopus.

It flew towards Thor at an extremely fast speed.

"wonderful……"

Faced with the charging Mjolnir, Thor instinctively dodged while simultaneously preparing to open his mouth to awaken Mjolnir's love for him.

Unfortunately, after being manipulated by Thor for who knows how long, Meowth Hammer had lost all sense of right and wrong. Even though Thor had tried to dodge, Meowth Hammer still managed to make a sharp 90-degree turn and landed squarely on Thor's face.

Bang!

With a sickeningly loud sound, Sherlock gasped involuntarily when he saw Thor's appearance.

For no other reason than that the Meow Meow Hammer's blow was simply too solid.

It was so sturdy that when Thor 'pulled' the Mjolnir off his face, a clear image of his face seemed to be imprinted on the Mjolnir, causing Sherlock to gasp in shock.

Damn, how much pain must that hurt?

The good thing is that Thor, as an Aesir god and a descendant of Odin, has a very high health bar, regardless of his current combat strength. Therefore, even though he looks extremely miserable, his injuries are not actually serious.

The good news is that after Meowth Hammer's resistance, Thor has finally come to his senses a bit. Putting aside everything else, he probably won't be able to manipulate Meowth Hammer anymore.

It wasn't until this moment that Thor seemed to remember why Sherlock was there, and he awkwardly asked Sherlock, holding the Mjolnir with his face still imprinted on it.

"By the way, Professor Sherlock, are you done with your work? What brings you here to see me?"

Hearing Thor's incredibly abrupt change of topic, Sherlock's lips twitched before he cautiously probed Thor.

"Why don't you take care of your facial injuries first before we talk?"

Upon hearing Sherlock's words, Thor immediately waved his hand, expressing his boundless pride.

"It's nothing, just minor issues. What's wrong, Professor? Your problems are the most important!"

Hearing Thor's words, Sherlock was even a little reluctant to take advantage of Thor, this rich dog, and could only say to Thor with a guilty conscience.

"It's nothing serious, I'm just planning to explore Asgard and would like you to be my guide."

Upon hearing Sherlock's words, Thor immediately patted his chest and assured Sherlock.

"No problem, I'll change my clothes and be right back!"

As soon as Thor finished speaking, he turned around and lifted his foot to leave, but after taking the first step, he fell straight face down to the ground.