Marvel: The Alchemist Just Wants a Peaceful Life.

Nearly a month has passed in the blink of an eye, and Zhao Weike and Helen have practically become Doro's parents. Their daily routine consists of taking care of Doro during the day, playing with him, and then sending him back to Sherlock's house at night.

Sherlock would occasionally visit Zhao Weike's house for a meal and exchange banter with him, which was one of his rare leisure activities outside of work.

This continued until the last few days of the month, when Sherlock's recovery entered a critical period. He couldn't even find time to eat, let alone bring Doro back at night.

Zhao Weike simply let Doro stay at his house. Doro herself didn't object to this arrangement, after all, she also really liked Helen, who was like a mother to her.

As for Zhao Weike, well, in Doro's immature mind, he still liked Zhao Weike, but Zhao Weike always liked to prick himself with his beard, which made Doro somewhat afraid of Zhao Weike.

Finally, on the last day of the month, blinding light burst forth from Sherlock's study, ignoring the walls and radiating outwards in waves.

Within this golden light, those with even a slightly stronger capacity for empathy can feel the joy conveyed by it, much like the sudden recovery of someone who has been bedridden for a long time, a feeling that is beyond words.

Faced with this situation, Zhao Weike did not hesitate at all. He grabbed his pistol and rushed into Sherlock's room. Even when faced with such supernatural power, Zhao Weike's only means was his pistol. He did not back down in the slightest.

Despite their constant bickering and vulgar language in private, the friendship between men is magical. It transcends age and status; when their best friend is in trouble, they are always the ones who rush to his aid.

For Sherlock, Zhao Weike and Helen were his only friends after he traveled through time. Similarly, for Zhao Weike, who was once an assassin, Sherlock was also the first friend he made without any ulterior motives, a friend he genuinely trusted.

But when Zhao Weike kicked open the door to Sherlock's study with a pistol in hand, the scene before him left this 'ordinary person' dumbfounded.

Golden light emanated from the spear that was constantly spinning around Sherlock, like ocean waves, while Sherlock himself watched the spear swirling around him with a smile in mid-air.

So much so that Zhao Weike, who was holding a pistol, suddenly felt lost and bewildered, and could only stare blankly at Sherlock floating in mid-air, and ask a silly question.

"Sherlock, you fucking can fly?"

It wasn't until this moment that Sherlock noticed Zhao Weike barging in with a gun. After a moment's thought, he almost instantly understood what was going on. He reached out and grabbed the spear that was flying around him, calming its excited glow before it slowly landed in front of Zhao Weike.

Unlike Zhao Weike's silly expression, Sherlock's smile was exceptionally cunning. The moment Zhao Weike saw Sherlock's expression, which resembled that of a cunning fox who had just stolen some cream, his vigilance went off.

As Sherlock's good friend, Zhao Weike knew that Sherlock was definitely up to no good at this moment!

Sure enough, the first thing Sherlock said to Zhao Weike was...

"Ah, my dear child, do you also wish to soar through the sky?"

"Holy shit..."

As Sherlock finished speaking, before Zhao Weike could even finish his curse, Sherlock swung his spear at Zhao Weike's back.

Although he knew Sherlock wouldn't hurt him, his killer instincts almost immediately made Zhao Weike want to block the spear that was coming at him. Unfortunately, the spear didn't strike him as Zhao Weike expected. Instead, it turned around in mid-air and landed behind him without anyone holding it.

Then Zhao Weike felt as if the gravity had disappeared, and he began to slowly float in mid-air.

It's true that Zhao Weike is a well-trained assassin, but there's absolutely no training in assassins about how to cope in a zero-gravity environment.

Therefore, Zhao Weike was just a "well-trained" ordinary person at this time.

Watching Zhao Weike thrashing about in mid-air like a drowning cat, trying desperately to grab onto something, Sherlock laughed so hard his head almost fell off.

However, Zhao Weike did not refute Sherlock's ridicule this time. Instead, he excitedly continued to adapt to the feeling of weightlessness.

After all, even the well-traveled Zhao Weike was experiencing this feeling for the first time, so naturally, all he felt was novelty.

When Helen brought Doro in, Zhao Weike was already able to swim around Sherlock's room like a fish, just like the astronauts on the space station.

Helen's jaw nearly dropped as she watched Zhao Weike running around the room as if he had lost gravity, having a blast. Only Doro struggled frantically in Helen's arms when he saw this.

After Helen let go, the little girl ran up to Sherlock on her short legs, tugged at his clothes, looked up at him with her big, adorable eyes, and said pitifully.

"Doro wants to play too! Doro wants to float in the sky too!"

Sherlock readily agreed to Doro's request and immediately stripped Zhao Weike of his "flight" rights, transferring them to Doro.

Watching Doro waving his four chubby, white hands, which looked like jelly, in mid-air, warm smiles appeared on the faces of Zhao Weike, Helen, and Sherlock.

It was only at this point that Helen remembered to ask Sherlock.

"You have no idea what just happened to Sherlock. The whole community was startled by that sudden burst of light."

Upon hearing Helen's words, Sherlock scratched his head somewhat awkwardly, pointed to the spear behind Doro, and said to Helen.

"To be honest, I didn't expect the final spectacle to be so grand. I only repaired the Spear of Saint Longinus."

But upon hearing Sherlock's words, Helen's eyes widened instantly. She stared intently at the spear floating behind Doro, which was now carrying Doro in mid-air, and asked incredulously.

"What did you call it? Longinus? Saint? Sherlock, don't tell me this is what I'm thinking of!"

Upon hearing Helen's statement, Sherlock was momentarily unsure and could only shake his head awkwardly before speaking uncertainly.

"It probably isn't the same thing, right?"