Marvel: The Alchemist Just Wants a Peaceful Life.

Chapter 115 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 seemed to charge fiercely, its movements were surprisingly gentle when it fell into Doro's hands.

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, looking 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----"

As the Mjolnir charged toward him, Thor instinctively dodged while simultaneously preparing to open his mouth to awaken the Mjolnir's affection 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?

Fortunately, Thor is an Aesir god and a descendant of Odin. Regardless of his current combat strength, he has a very high health bar. 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, still holding the Mjolnir with his face printed 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 a minor issue. 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 just 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.

"Sol!!"

Sherlock cried out in surprise and rushed over, hurriedly using his clouds to carry Thor to the infirmary.

Fortunately, while other aspects of Asgard might not be up to par, its medical industry was more advanced than Sherlock had anticipated, thanks to the fact that everyone there was a warrior.

After lying in the medical pod for only about five minutes, Thor reappeared before Sherlock, lively and energetic, leaving the doctor alone in the office looking at the report in his hand.

"Hiss~ Mild electric shock burns? Blunt force injuries on the face, presumably from Mjolnir? How is that possible? Thor was hospitalized after being hit by his own hammer? Twice? Could this be some new, bizarre training method from those barbarians?"

In other words, Sherlock was unaware of the doctor's mutterings in his office; otherwise, he would definitely give the doctor a thumbs up.

After all, looking across the entire universe, only Thor would do something like that.

Meanwhile, Thor, fully recovered, was incredibly saddened upon hearing that Sherlock only had a week left in Asgard. Although Sherlock's advice to Thor was quite unreliable, Thor genuinely felt he had made progress.

Thor, in particular, was extremely eager for the "forced growth hammer" that Sherlock held in strict control.

However, Sherlock ruthlessly rejected him.

This thing is fine to play with for a while on Nidavellis, but if Thor were to play with it on Asgard, and Odin saw it, even if Sherlock had returned to Earth, Odin would probably lead his army to Earth to confront Sherlock.

Sherlock dared not leave this thing to Thor; he could only trick Thor into letting him play with it the next time they met.

Thor could only feel immense regret about this, but under Sherlock's persuasion, Thor quickly forgot about those unpleasant things and began to excitedly want to take Sherlock to experience the charm of Asgard.

It's true that no one knows a child better than their mother; Thor's arrangements for Sherlock's Asgard itinerary really did reflect the "odd and wrong" things Frigga had mentioned.

It's either a tavern or a fighting arena; its main theme is drinking and fighting, fighting and drinking.

Sherlock responded with unusual seriousness, using Doro as a shield and even bringing up Frigga as his backer.

Thor was extremely disdainful of Sherlock using Doro as a shield. This little pink-haired dumpling could already beat him up; if they were to actually fight in the arena, it would be hard to say who would win or lose.

But when Sherlock moved out of Frigga's sight, Saul clearly immediately lost his nerve, obediently stating that he would arrange Sherlock's schedule and honestly asking Sherlock where he wanted to go.

The speed at which he changed his expression was comparable to the intangible cultural heritage of the rabbit's side. Sherlock was completely stunned. He hadn't realized that Thor, this big and burly guy, was actually a mama's boy.

Of course, Sherlock couldn't say this to Thor's face, since Thor was his benefactor for the next few days. So after some careful consideration, Sherlock almost immediately finalized today's itinerary.

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