Marvel: The Alchemist Just Wants a Peaceful Life.

Chapter 114 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 set a bad example for children. 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, bid farewell 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, swaying gently towards Thor's training ground. Sherlock was planning to trick Thor, this 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, that pervert, actually hit the Meowth Hammer and then hit himself, then continued to say something to the Meowth Hammer, and then continued to repeat 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-restoring surgery befitting an old 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 some restricted content that she shouldn't hear.

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

"Mjolnir, remember this feeling, and try your best to guide this power within my body. I am Thor, not the hammer god, and 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 and become true gods.

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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 and intimate encounter.

"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!"

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