Chapter 58 The Life of a Salted Fish Wizard in Asgard (1)
After hearing Sherlock's complaints and seeing him look like he was about to croak any second, Thor and the others no longer hesitated. They all helped to lift Sherlock up and walked out.
It was better when he wasn't lifted; Sherlock could still try to stay conscious. But with everyone lifting and jostling him, Sherlock felt a bit overwhelmed, and his eyelids felt as heavy as Mount Tai.
Helpless, Sherlock could only use the last bit of his strength and consciousness to shout out a sentence.
"Food first!!"
After shouting that, Sherlock felt he could no longer control his eyelids. As soon as he closed his eyes, he seemed to fall into a deep sleep, as if he had fainted.
What Sherlock didn't know was that even though his consciousness had fallen into a deep sleep, and a snot bubble even appeared on his nose after he fell asleep, his body had not fallen asleep.
Perhaps the nearly half-month deficit made Sherlock's body ravenous, coupled with the command Sherlock gave his body before losing consciousness. Even though Sherlock was asleep, his body kept repeating a sentence.
"Food first! Food first!!"
Such a situation, let alone in Asgard, would be quite explosive even on Earth. Since historical records began, such situations have appeared most often in popular comics on the largest island of China, the Land of the Rising Sun. In reality, such a situation has never occurred.
At this point, everyone stopped, seemingly struggling over whether to obey Sherlock's "Food first" or to send this guy, who looked like he was about to croak any second, to the infirmary first.
Everyone was torn between the Doctor and the chef. Ultimately, Thor made the decision. Who cares? Since his brother had spoken, he would listen to his brother. Food first!
So, under Thor's simple-minded decision, everyone helped to carry Sherlock into the castle's dining hall.
Upon arriving at the dining hall, Sherlock's performance was truly eye-opening.
Of course, it was the people of Asgard who were enlightened.
The reason was simple: after everyone placed Sherlock on a chair in the dining hall, Sherlock's mouth still didn't stop shouting for food first.
Someone was constantly shouting for food. As a chef in the royal palace, he naturally couldn't ignore it. The head chef quickly served Sherlock a plate of food.
However, while everyone was still wondering how Sherlock, who was either asleep or unconscious, was going to eat, something astonishing happened.
The sleeping Sherlock seemed to smell the food. Although his consciousness was still in slumber, under the combined effect of magic and his body's will to survive, Sherlock's body moved on its own.
There were no table manners whatsoever. Sherlock, as if in a famine, grabbed the food with both hands and frantically stuffed it into his mouth.
One serving of food was quickly stuffed into Sherlock's stomach in this extremely primitive eating style, and then he started repeating the initial phrase, "Food first."
As the royal chef of Asgard's palace, the head chef saw this and thought, "Oh, this clearly means he's not full!" So he rolled up his sleeves and started fighting in the kitchen.
Gradually, the head chef noticed something was off. Sherlock looked thin compared to burly men like Thor, but his stomach was like a bottomless pit; he would unconditionally stuff anything edible into his mouth.
It had been a full hour, and Sherlock was still repeating, "Food first."
Not just the head chef, but even the onlookers noticed Sherlock's abnormality and started to jeer, especially Thor, that fun-loving guy. Thor, who loved a good show, even began to lead a discussion about what to feed Sherlock to finally fill him up.
This included, but was not limited to, excrement, textiles (including but not limited to clothing, flags, etc.), various leather goods (including but not limited to belts, shoes, leather armor, etc.), metal products (including but not limited to various weapons and even armor, etc.), wood products, and daily necessities (including but not limited to various soaps, toothpastes, etc.).
Some busybodies had even started a betting pool and invited everyone to place their bets.
The chef, fearing problems, could only call on friends to help speed up food preparation while also quickly sending someone to find the Doctor. If those simpletons outside really fed the guest from Asgard something strange, having the Doctor there would make rescue easier.
But what the chef didn't expect was that after the Doctor arrived, he actually joined the group of fun-loving people led by Thor. The difference from Thor, however, was that the Doctors were more curious about Sherlock's current state.
Especially Sherlock's stomach, which was like a bottomless pit, the Doctors were exploding with curiosity.
The entire castle became increasingly lively under the commotion of these fun-loving people, and many even heard the news and ran to the dining hall to watch the show.
Ultimately, this spectacle only ended when Queen Frigga arrived, because when Frigga arrived, Thor was secretly trying to stuff his Meow-Meow Hammer into Sherlock's mouth.
Frigga stopped Thor's reckless behavior and scolded her own son. Seeing that Sherlock had eaten enough, she then ordered Thor to carry the full and satisfied, yet still unconscious, Sherlock to the infirmary for a check-up.
Then, after cleaning him in the bath, find a clean guest room for Sherlock to rest.
Under the high pressure from Queen Frigga, this farce ended before it even truly began.
Thor, who had been caught in the act, was not very willing, but he still obediently listened to his mother, lifted Sherlock, who had started snoring, and urged the Doctor to follow.
Frigga followed behind the Doctors the entire time. She would not overlook the gleam in the Doctors' eyes. She even suspected that if she hadn't been there,
these Doctors, who were extremely interested in Sherlock, would secretly perform a dissection on him to see how he had eaten so much, and then quietly heal him afterward.
Don't doubt it, Asgard indeed has such technology.
Fortunately, Thor and Frigga followed the entire time, which saved Sherlock from this disaster. He was safely thrown into the bathtub by Thor to be cleaned, and then tossed onto a bed in a guest room.