Marvel: The Alchemist Just Wants a Peaceful Life.

Chapter 137 Tony in Despair

Upon hearing Sherlock's words, Tony was utterly shocked, staring in disbelief at Sherlock and asking him a question.

"You found out?"

"Have that female lawyer appear, give me the impression that I will inherit your estate, give me shares at Christmas, let me take over Stark Industries, and promote Sister Pepper to become the CEO of Stark Industries."

My dear Tony, if I still can't see this as your backup plan for Pepper, then I might as well quit living here.

Sherlock was merciless in his criticism of Tony's question, while Tony could only scratch his head awkwardly before answering somewhat embarrassedly.

"I thought I was being discreet."

"It is indeed secretive, but you can't fool an alchemist! The smell of palladium on you is practically overflowing the screen!"

Sherlock's answer was calm, as if this situation were a matter of course.

Upon hearing Sherlock's words, Tony gave a wry smile. After thinking for a moment, he spoke to Sherlock.

"Promise me you won't tell Pepper."

"Okay, but how long can you keep this a secret?"

Charlotte answered without the slightest hesitation, then turned to Tony and asked him a question, as if she wanted to see how Tony would choose.

Upon hearing Sherlock's words, Tony forced a nonchalant, shrugged at Sherlock, and then spoke.

"Let's keep this a secret for as long as possible! By the way, do you still have any of that lithium dioxide stuff? Please prepare a little more for me."

Upon hearing Tony's words, Sherlock shook his head and refused.

"That stuff can only relieve your palladium poisoning symptoms, it can't completely cure it, and its effectiveness will even decrease with the number of times it's used. I don't recommend you rely on this stuff to prolong your life."

"Something is better than nothing, right?"

Tony understood Sherlock's meaning, but understanding and comprehending are two completely different things. After experiencing the "home" atmosphere that Sherlock and Helen gave him, Tony became more and more attached to life.

However, the responsibility that belonged to Iron Man made him choose to shoulder the responsibility of wearing that suit of armor, despite his attachment to life.

"Moreover, I need time to find a better alternative, Sherlock. Time is like life to me, unless you can solve this problem for me."

After a pause, Tony spoke to Sherlock as if joking. To Tony's surprise, Sherlock did not show any surprise. Instead, he nodded and said.

"I can indeed help you solve your palladium poisoning problem, but the price will be that you will forever miss out on the precious legacy left to you by your father, Howard Stark."

Sherlock spoke calmly, as if it were the smallest of things.

But the same words struck Tony like a thunderbolt, causing him to stand up abruptly, panting heavily as he stared at the young man who was nominally his eldest son.

His eyes were almost wide open, and his aura of authority, long accustomed to high positions, poured out towards Sherlock without any hindrance.

But Sherlock, standing still, was like a mountain, letting Tony's aura pound on him like a storm, yet he never wavered in the slightest.

After staring at each other in silence for a while, Tony finally plopped back down in his original spot like a defeated rooster.

Seeing Tony's actions, Sherlock knew that Tony had made his choice. He took out something that looked like a detonator button from his four-dimensional pocket and placed it on Tony's table.

"This is a near-omnipotent medical device that I made based on the treatment equipment at the Asgard Hospital. It can greatly alleviate your palladium poisoning symptoms. You only need to undergo treatment once every two days to ensure your safety."

Of course, this is not a final solution. The human body is like a blank sheet of paper. If you compare your palladium poisoning to a hole, this machine can help you temporarily repair it. However, the repaired paper will never have the same strength as before, and you must know this.

As for the time before you find a solution, I suggest you take a good rest, enjoy life and the world, and relax a bit. Superheroes are human too, there's no need to push yourself so hard.

Remember, Tony, no matter what, we'll always be friends, and we'll always support you.

Sherlock spoke earnestly to Tony. Although Tony was deeply moved by Sherlock's words, as a seasoned tsundere, he naturally wouldn't reveal his true feelings.

"凸^—^凸 You unfilial son, you've actually turned the tables and started lecturing your father!"

Seeing Tony revert to his previous reckless self, Sherlock's blood pressure spiked instantly. His lips twitched as he watched Tony raise two middle fingers at him, and he silently rolled up his sleeves.

"(°A°「), I take back what I just said. Your dad will definitely be the first person to rush over and give you a good kick in the butt when you're down on your luck!"

As Sherlock finished speaking, without saying a word, Sherlock tore off his metal arm and used it as a weapon to pounce on Tony.

"You bastard! You're shameless, you have no sportsmanship! You actually used a weapon in a fight!"

Seeing Sherlock rip off his mechanical prosthetic limb to use as a weapon, Tony turned and ran without saying a word, accusing Sherlock of being uncivilized as he ran. But Sherlock, who was already caught up in the moment, didn't care about such things.

After grabbing his mechanical arm and giving Tony's butt a few hard slaps, he finally reattached his arm with satisfaction and said irritably to Tony, who was lying on the ground clutching his butt.

"If you have nothing to do, hurry up and get to work! Pepper bought so many things that need decorating. You were the one who sent out the invitation, and it's at your own house, yet you haven't done a single thing! How can you be so shameless!"

While Sherlock was complaining, he walked contentedly down the corridor leading upstairs. Only after Sherlock's figure completely disappeared into the corridor did Tony slowly stand up from the ground, look at the corridor leading upstairs, and mutter to himself thoughtfully.

"Should I relax a bit? Maybe I really should."

After saying that, a bold idea popped into Tony's mind, and he immediately planned to go back to his work desk to get his phone and contact someone to carry out his bold idea.

Tony had barely moved a step when a sharp pain shot through his buttocks, causing him to instinctively clutch his recently punched backside and gasp.

"Hiss~ This brat actually went for the kill!"

Feeling the burning pain in his buttocks, Tony inadvertently touched the treatment device that Sherlock had just given him in his pocket.

As a scientist, it would be a lie to say that Tony wasn't curious about such equipment. After much hesitation, Tony finally decided to pick up the device and treat his recently injured buttocks, just to experience Asgardian medical technology.

However, to Tony's utter surprise, what appeared after he pressed the button was not some sci-fi treatment device or operating table, but a gigantic, one-eyed monster that looked like a manta ray.

When the monster's one eye saw Tony clutching his buttocks, a surprisingly human-like smile appeared in that eye. With a wicked grin, it stuck out its tongue and instantly pulled Tony into its mouth.

Tony knew perfectly well that Sherlock would never harm him, but when the giant manta ray swallowed him whole, Tony realized that he had fallen for Sherlock's trick again.

"Sherlock, you son of a bitch! You've tricked old man again—"

Before Tony could finish speaking, he was swallowed whole by the giant manta ray.

Meanwhile, in the living room of the mansion, after hearing Tony's half-finished roar coming from the basement, Sherlock's expression was as smug as a fox that had just stolen some fish.

"Plan works! Hahahaha!"