Marvel: The Alchemist Just Wants a Peaceful Life.

Chapter 108 Nidavellir

The next morning, just as the artificial sun of Asgard rose above the horizon and its golden rays were just beginning to spill over the earth, Sherlock was forcibly dragged out of his soft, luxurious bed.

A bewildered Sherlock opened his eyes and saw Thor, who still looked excited despite having dark circles under his eyes and bloodshot eyes.

"My dear mentor, the sun has risen! Let me hurry to Nidavellis; I can't wait to impress my parents!"

Hearing Thor's excited and expectant tone, coupled with Thor's eyes that almost resembled Sharingan and the dark circles under his eyes that were practically drooping down to his cheekbones, Sherlock was utterly speechless.

"You didn't sleep all night, did you?"

Suffering from his morning grumpiness after being forcibly dragged out of bed by Thor, Sherlock muttered to Thor while washing up.

"Of course! The night gave me black eyes, but I use them to seek the light! Now the path to light is right before me, Master, how can you expect me to fall asleep?"

Saul's answer was perfectly reasonable, and he even tugged at his own limited cultural background.

Hearing Thor's words, Sherlock covered his face in exasperation. Damn it, he should have known better than to use Little Mustache's book; the aftereffects are just too much.

Most importantly, Thor is really something else. Doesn't he realize how many flaws there are in what he said?

Your eyes are blue, you bastard!!!

Sherlock was almost driven to the brink of a nervous breakdown by Thor, but when faced with the excitable golden retriever, Sherlock, not wanting to contract rabies, could only choose to remain silent.

After reluctantly finishing his washing up, and slowly finishing his breakfast at Thor's urging, Sherlock was then dragged by the frantic Thor towards the Rainbow Bridge.

Feeling the exhilarating speed along the way, Sherlock could only marvel at how Asgard didn't have a rush hour, while secretly praying that the dwarves' work hours were earlier than Asgard's.

"Heimdall! Send us to Nidavellir!"

Thor's voice preceded his arrival, and he roared directly at Heimdall, who stood at the end of the Rainbow Bridge.

Fortunately, Heimdall seemed to arrive at work very early, so he wasn't too surprised by Thor and Sherlock's arrival, though he was somewhat astonished that they were there so early.

Seeing Sherlock reluctantly being dragged into his territory by Thor, Heimdall greeted Sherlock with a smile.

"Mr. Sherlock, it's nice to see you again."

Seeing Heimdall standing in his place, fully dressed and showing no signs of fatigue, Sherlock could only force an awkward smile in response.

Good morning, you're at work pretty early.

Hearing Sherlock's words, Heimdall simply smiled and raised an eyebrow, but didn't say anything. Instead, Thor looked at Sherlock in surprise for a while before explaining to him.

"Heimdall does not need rest. His father endowed him with the ability to not need sleep so that he could observe everything in the Nine Realms at any time and promptly discover any existence that is detrimental to Asgard."

Hearing Thor's words, Sherlock looked at Heimdall with a mixture of sympathy and awe. He had thought that the Ancient One, as the Sorcerer Supreme, was already miserable enough as a 007, but he never expected that there was always someone better.

Although Heimdall did not understand the meaning behind Sherlock's gaze toward someone with such an innate "superhuman" physique, he instinctively felt somewhat displeased when faced with that look.

The deep-seated loathing for capitalists that came from the very soul of cattle and horses made the extremely responsible Heimdall instinctively want to avoid Sherlock's gaze, and could only awkwardly change the subject.

"Yesterday I received instructions from Odin, the king of the gods, to go to the dwarves' planet Nidavellir, right? I will open the Rainbow Bridge immediately to send you there."

After saying that, Heimdall stood on the control panel of the Rainbow Bridge, gripping the greatsword that served as a joystick with both hands, while Thor took the opportunity to explain to Sherlock how to use the Rainbow Bridge.

Having seen the entire design of Asgard long ago, Sherlock naturally knew what the Rainbow Bridge was.

As Asgard's main cannon, the Rainbow Bridge is a genuine star-destroying weapon, and its operation is actually quite simple and brutal.

Essentially, this thing is a wormhole generator. The reason it can destroy stars is simply because it opened a wormhole on the core of a planet and used Asgard's energy to impact the core.

Of course, even though Sherlock already understood the principles of the Rainbow Bridge, he listened very attentively to Thor's explanation of how to use it. After all, theory and practice are always different, and Sherlock was naturally not arrogant.

At least not now, since Sherlock doesn't want to go to Sakaar and crawl into the devil's ass right now.

After Thor finished explaining, the Rainbow Bridge opened under Heimdall's control. Sherlock followed Thor carefully and entered the Rainbow Bridge according to Thor's instructions.

To be honest, the experience of the Rainbow Bridge wasn't much better than his own Anywhere Door. The sudden feeling of weightlessness combined with the colorful lights inside the Rainbow Bridge made Sherlock feel nauseous.

Fortunately, this period of time was short. Soon, Sherlock felt gravity again, and his feet were once again on the planet.

We've arrived at Nidavellir!

With the disappearance of the Rainbow Bridge, this place, resembling an Asgardian-style equipment manufacturing facility and skilled worker training factory, appeared before Sherlock's eyes for the first time.

To put it simply, compared to the magnificent Asgard, Nidavellir, the planet inhabited by the dwarves, looks more like a factory or a blacksmith's shop.

In particular, the feeling of being on Nidavellir, as if there were no atmosphere and one was standing directly in space, made Sherlock appreciate the dwarves' ruggedness and their obsession with forging techniques.

How should I put it? It fits the stereotype of Sherlock Holmes perfectly.

The stereotype that dwarves are either berserkers or artisans.

The Dwarf King had naturally received news of Sherlock and Thor's impending arrival long ago, and was already waiting at the place where the Rainbow Bridge would descend.

When the Rainbow Bridge disappeared and the two figures that had emerged from it were seen, the Dwarf King immediately smiled, approached Sherlock, and bowed to him.

"Welcome to Nidavellir, esteemed alchemist."

After saying this to Sherlock, the Dwarf King looked at Thor and greeted him.

"You are also welcome, Your Highness, Prince of Asgard."