Marvel: The Alchemist Just Wants a Peaceful Life...

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 him.

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 can fly now, you bastard?"

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 gleam 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 want 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.

Despite knowing that Sherlock wouldn't hurt him, Zhao Weike's assassin instincts almost immediately made him want to block the spear that was coming at him. Unfortunately, the spear didn't strike him as he 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 'flying' 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 don't know what just happened, 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 thing 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.

"They probably aren't the same thing, right?"

Chapter 7 Trouble Comes Knocking (Part 1)

Since the Spear of St. Longinus went berserk after being repaired, Sherlock's life has returned to normal.

As for the impact of that outburst, it was merely a passing phase for the abstract and magical land of the United States. It didn't even last a week; it was over in just a few days, going from being a topic of discussion to being completely ignored.

Of course, for people like Sherlock and Zhao Weike, who have completely different sources of information than ordinary people, this matter is far from over.

Even so, Sherlock wasn't worried, since the community where Sherlock lived was almost certainly one that those with ulterior motives wouldn't dare to set foot in.

Meanwhile, Sherlock continued to live his daily life in peace, occasionally driving his enormous raptor, which he could only dream of in his past life but now had his wish fulfilled, to take Doro and Zhao Weike and his wife on a big shopping trip to the supermarket, or to go for a stroll around the neighborhood.

And so, time flew by, and nearly a week passed, and the incident of the Spear of Saint Longinus going berserk finally subsided.

They have been forgotten by ordinary people, and have gradually lost their attention in the eyes of those 'powerful forces'.

Sherlock originally thought his life would continue peacefully, but to his utter surprise, trouble still found its way back to him.

That morning, Sherlock woke up naturally as usual, then prepared breakfast for Doro and peeled an orange as a snack.

While eating a sandwich, he watched the news on TV that Tony Stark had disappeared in the Middle East and wondered if he should take this opportunity to buy some Stark Industries stock to make his already wealthy wallet even richer.

At that moment, the doorbell rang at Sherlock's house.

The moment the doorbell rang, Sherlock's gaze sharpened as he looked toward the door.

The reason is simple: a doorbell ringing usually means trouble is coming! After all, only strangers would ring the doorbell, and a mischievous friend like Zhao Weike would probably just open Sherlock's front door and swagger in.

In the United States, strangers usually mean one thing: trouble!

Sherlock reluctantly went to the gate and opened it. The first thing he saw was a bald man in a black suit with a very refined smile.

Well, strictly speaking, it's not exactly baldness. It's just that the hairline is slightly high, and the reflected sunlight is too glaring, giving the impression of baldness.

Although Sherlock had never seen the person in front of him who clearly needed a wig or hair transplant, he recognized him.

It was none other than Phil Coulson, the famous mayor of what's known as Marvel's newbie village.

Although Sherlock recognized Coulson almost immediately, he maintained a wary expression, looking at Coulson with a puzzled look and pretending to be cautious as he asked Coulson a question.

"Hello, is there anything I can help you with?"

Faced with Sherlock's wariness and distrust, Coulson was not surprised at all, or rather, Coulson was already used to being treated this way. He maintained his refined smile, took out an ID from his pocket, showed it to Sherlock, and then spoke.

“Hello, Mr. Sherlock Flamel, my name is Phil Coulson.”

Despite Coulson's self-introduction, Sherlock did not move an inch. Instead, he stood at the doorway, blocking Coulson's view, and frowned slightly as he spoke.

"Hello, Mr. Coulson, is there anything I can help you with?"

Faced with Sherlock's second question, and with obvious disgust and impatience in both attitude and expression, she showed no intention of inviting Coulson into the house, but instead became increasingly wary.

Coulson remained perfectly calm, maintaining his polite smile as if he couldn't detect any emotion in Sherlock's expression, and spoke to Sherlock.

"I'm sure Mr. Sherlock has seen the news about Tony Stark's disappearance. We at S.H.I.E.L.D. would like to hire you, Mr. Sherlock. Excuse me, may I call you that?"

After Sherlock nodded, Coulson continued.

"Our S.H.I.E.L.D. wants to hire Mr. Sherlock to help us rescue Tony. After all, neither the US nor the world can afford to lose a genius like Tony Stark, right? Although this genius can be really annoying at times."

Coulson played a small joke on Sherlock, but unfortunately, Coulson didn't see any smile on Sherlock's face. Instead, he saw a look of confusion and mockery.

"First of all, I have no idea what this thing called Homeland Security Bureau is! Secondly, I'm just an ordinary person and can't help you rescue Mr. Tony Stark!"

Finally, I want to say that even if I were a super agent with the ability to rescue Tony Stark, I wouldn't want to! Please don't disturb my peaceful life!

As soon as he finished speaking, Sherlock instinctively tried to close his front door. However, Coulson was much faster than Sherlock, as if this had happened countless times before. The moment Sherlock tried to close the door, Coulson placed his hand on it, blocking Sherlock's movement.

Seeing Coulson's actions, Sherlock was genuinely angry for a moment, his eyes piercing Coulson with undisguised coldness.

Although Coulson still wore a gentle and amiable smile, he was actually somewhat terrified inside. When facing Sherlock's gaze, Coulson felt as if he were being stared at by a fierce tiger.

After swallowing almost imperceptibly, Coulson mustered his courage and continued speaking.

“Mr. Sherlock is joking. As an official agency, S.H.I.E.L.D. is naturally aware that Mr. Sherlock absolutely has that ability.”

As he spoke, Coulson pulled a pair of seemingly ordinary black-rimmed glasses from his pocket and held them in his hand.

Although these black-rimmed glasses without lenses looked ordinary and even unappealing, Sherlock's pupils still involuntarily contracted when he saw them.

The reason is simple: this thing is his own alchemical creation!

The 'Clark's Glasses' were originally made so that Zhao Weike could successfully complete the so-called impossible mission of retiring assassins at the Mainland Hotel!

Chapter 8 Trouble Comes Knocking (Part 2)

When Sherlock saw the black-rimmed glasses Coulson was holding, he didn't reply, but just silently watched Coulson, who was naturally also observing Sherlock's every move.

When Coulson saw Sherlock's pupils contract the instant he saw the glasses, he knew he hadn't made a mistake.

Sherlock's silence only made Coulson more and more uneasy. Seeing that Sherlock had no reaction for a long time and was just staring blankly at the glasses in his hand, Coulson gritted his teeth and prepared to increase his bet.

What Coulson didn't know was that Sherlock's silence wasn't because he wanted to refuse, but because he was reflecting on his own carelessness.

After all, when Sherlock was making the glasses for Zhao Weike, he completely forgot that the glasses could easily be lost during Zhao Weike's fight, and he also underestimated an official organization like S.H.I.E.L.D.

Who would have thought that such an inconspicuous pair of glasses, something that no one would even notice if thrown in the trash, would actually be found by S.H.I.E.L.D. and traced back to them?

Seeing that Sherlock had no reaction, Coulson spoke to Sherlock again.

"Mr. Sherlock, please rest assured that our relationship is purely one of employment. We have no other intentions towards you! If you are willing to accept this commission, I can guarantee that as long as you don't cause as much trouble as you did two weeks ago, no one will bother you again."

With S.H.I.E.L.D.'s capabilities, I can promise to block most investigations from various factions, making it impossible for them to find you again, including the authorities! You know, compared to us, they're the ones who can't be shaken off!

Despite Coulson's persuasion, Sherlock remained silent, though he showed no outward expression, he was inwardly somewhat speechless.

After all, the Spear of Longinus was given to him by the Ancient One, and he really couldn't resist the temptation to analyze and repair the artifact. This made Sherlock feel inexplicably that he might have been tricked by that old guy, the Ancient One.

Sherlock's silence only made Coulson more anxious. After all, Tony's disappearance could not be investigated by conventional means, otherwise Coulson would not have set his sights on a superhuman like Sherlock.

Among the people with supernatural abilities that S.H.I.E.L.D. has in their grasp, Sherlock is an absolute prime example of lawful good!

Just as Sherlock was pondering whether to agree to S.H.I.E.L.D. in exchange for temporary peace, Coulson's hasty and thoughtless words instantly enraged Sherlock.

“Mr. Sherlock, even if you’re not afraid of being harassed by those scoundrels, believe me, the people around you will also be targeted by them.”

As Coulson spoke, his gaze skipped over Sherlock and landed on Doro, who was peeking out from a corner behind Sherlock.

The moment Sherlock saw Doro following Coulson's gaze, his volcanic rage erupted and burned directly at Coulson, who stood before him.

Are you threatening me?

As Sherlock's tone suddenly rose, Coulson felt as if he were standing before a volcano about to erupt, and the slightest misstep would likely result in him being burned to ashes by the boundless rage of the man before him.

Before Coulson could say anything, a massive killing intent, as if emanating from the deepest abyss, locked onto him.

Sherlock naturally sensed the murderous aura. Following the aura, he saw Zhao Weike standing at his front door, dressed in a well-tailored suit and holding a pistol, his gaze fixed on Coulson.

It was as if Coulson had said the wrong thing, and the next second he would face only death.

Coulson, sandwiched between the two, was undoubtedly the most uncomfortable. The sensation of being caught between ice and fire gave him goosebumps all over his body, and his back was already soaked in cold sweat. The oily sweat made Coulson extremely uncomfortable, but he dared not make the slightest movement.

After a long silence, Coulson, his face pale, forced a smile at Sherlock, struggling to control the fear deep within him, and slowly spoke.

“Mr. Sherlock, you misunderstand. This is not a threat; I prefer to call it cooperation! S.H.I.E.L.D. will help you resolve your concerns and allow you to live a peaceful life. All you need to do is help us find Tony Stark.”

As Coulson spoke, he could even feel his teeth chattering, especially under Sherlock's silent gaze. Coulson's despair grew, and he even prepared to sacrifice himself.

To Coulson's utter surprise, Sherlock stared at him for a while before actually agreeing to the deal.

"Fine, I agree to the deal. Go back and tell Black Egg to completely wipe my information out of your damn database! And this is the only time, don't bother me again!"

After saying that, Sherlock was about to close the door, but then he seemed to remember something, paused, looked up at Coulson, and continued speaking.

"And don't forget your promises!"

After he finished speaking, the Sherlock family's door slammed shut. This time, Coulson simply didn't have the courage to stop or knock on the Sherlock family's door again.

As the Sherlock mansion's gates closed, the pressure that had been weighing on Coulson like an invisible mountain vanished instantly, leaving him panting heavily at the gates.

At the same time, Sherlock's request kept replaying in his mind.

Black marinated eggs?

When Coulson thought of the inexplicable nickname "Sherlock," the image of Nick Fury's dark, bald head immediately came to mind.