Chapter 59: The Slacker Wizard's Life in Asgard (2)
Sherlock slept for two full days, only slowly waking up on the morning of the third day.
Nestled in his blanket, Sherlock stretched comfortably, smacked his lips, and casually pulled out a bottle of Water from his library.
He sat up and chugged the entire bottle, then let out a satisfied burp.
But the next second, the comfortable expression on Sherlock's face vanished without a trace, as if he had been frozen in place.
The reason was simple: Sherlock realized he wasn't in his own bedroom.
And most importantly, Sherlock's clothes had vanished without a trace!
Damn it, at that moment, Sherlock even imagined many melodramatic scenarios from TV shows.
After a while, his intelligence finally came online, and Sherlock remembered that he was still in Asgard.
But after his intelligence came online, Sherlock's expression worsened.
Damn it, he was already in Asgard, so where did his clothes go?
Sherlock lay on the bed with a look of despair, pulling the blanket tightly around him, and began to desperately try to figure out what had happened.
But after a long while, Sherlock could only recall that he had lost control and fallen asleep, and then knew nothing else.
Seeing that his remember seemed fruitless, Sherlock felt as uncomfortable as if he had blacked out from drinking.
He took out some clothes from his travel bag, which he had thrown into the library.
Just as he was getting up to change, the door to Sherlock's room was pushed open.
This scared Sherlock so much that he practically burst into the fastest speed of his life, leaping back onto the bed and wrapping himself tightly in his blanket.
Fortunately, the person who pushed open the door was not some beautiful lady or a burly man as Sherlock had imagined, but a Miss Explainer.
The Miss Explainer looked at Sherlock, who was wrapped in a blanket and looked terrified on the bed, and after a moment of stunned, she asked with a look of surprise.
"Hello, esteemed guest, you are finally awake. Thor, Your Highness, came more than once while you were unconscious."
Hearing the Miss Explainer's words, Sherlock calmed down a bit.
The most important thing was that he didn't feel anything strange, which finally put Sherlock at ease.
After thinking for a while, Sherlock asked the Miss Explainer.
"Excuse me, how long have I been asleep, and what exactly happened while I was asleep?"
Upon hearing Sherlock's question, the Miss Explainer stunned for a moment, then smiled and roughly explained what had happened to Sherlock.
Of course, the Miss Explainer did not know about Thor's bet with those scoundrels; all her information was merely what she had heard.
Sherlock's expression grew stranger the more he listened, especially about the farce in the dining hall.
The more Sherlock listened, the more it sounded like he was listening to a comic book.
After all, how did he not know that he had eaten the Gum-Gum Fruit?
Otherwise, how could he explain that he could actually use Luffy's skills?
And he could even eat while sleeping?
Was his surname not Phoenix but Monkey?
It was simply absurd, like absurdity's mother opening the door for absurdity to come home.
After a while, Sherlock finally managed to accept his extraordinary talent.
Looking at the Miss Explainer who was still standing there, Sherlock very politely thanked her and asked the Miss Explainer to excuse herself first, as he needed to change his clothes.
He completely failed to notice the strange look in the Miss Explainer's eyes.
After all, when Sherlock was carried out of the bathtub by Thor, he was only simply wrapped in a bath towel.
And that clumsy Thor didn't even pay attention to whether he was exposed or not, he just casually threw Sherlock onto the bed.
It was Frigga who called the maids to tuck Sherlock into the blanket.
Fortunately, the Miss Explainer was still kind, and after only a moment of thought, she decided not to tell Sherlock about this matter.
After all, sometimes knowing too much is not a good thing.
After a slight nod, the Miss Explainer exited the room and closed the door behind her.
Sherlock took out a set of sportswear from his travel bag and put it on, then opened the room door and asked where Thor was.
After receiving the answer that Thor should be drinking with his cronies in the dining hall, Sherlock leisurely walked towards the dining hall.
However, as Sherlock walked along the way, he gradually noticed something was amiss.
Everyone looked at him strangely, and some even pulled their companions aside and began to whisper after seeing Sherlock.
At this point, even if Sherlock was dumber, he would know that something must have happened that either the Miss Explainer didn't know about, or she just didn't tell him.
With a full head of anger, Sherlock quickly arrived at the palace dining hall, pushed open the door, and let out a roar.
"Thor! What the hell did you do to me?!"
The dining hall was currently lively with drinking under Thor's lead.
With Asgardian warriors being universally heavy drinkers, the atmosphere in the entire dining hall was no different from a party on Earth.
Sherlock's roar made the entire party suddenly quiet down.
And Thor, as the main lively figure of the party, his eyes lit up when he saw the lively Sherlock, and he rushed over with his wine glass.
"What are you talking about, my friend? What would I do to you? Instead of suspecting what I did to you, why don't you tell me what you did in the library to become like that?
In the entire history of Asgard, you are the first person to come out of there feeling like you were about to die."
Listening to Thor's words and seeing that everyone around them looked curious, Sherlock suddenly stunned, and his original full head of anger was extinguished without a trace by Thor's interruption.
He scratched his head somewhat awkwardly, and after carefully recalling, Sherlock said.
"What could I do? I just memorized the basic magic runes of all Asgardian magic, and then memorized the books of Illusion Magic and Sequence Magic, that's all.
What else could I do?
But you, Thor, what exactly did you do? Why did everyone look at me strangely on the way here?"
Sherlock didn't notice at all that after he finished saying what he had done during those sixteen days, everyone in the entire hall looked at him as if he were a monster.
Even Thor had a "What the hell? Is that even possible?" expression on his face as he looked at him, completely ignoring Sherlock's subsequent question.
He grabbed Sherlock's shoulders and shook him vigorously.
"You mean, you memorized all the basic magic runes in Asgard in those fifteen days? And you also learned Illusion Magic and Sequence Magic?"
Interrupted again, Sherlock looked a bit impatient, and looked at the shocked Thor, saying.
"To be precise, it took five days for the basics, six days for Illusion, and five days for Sequence.
What's wrong? Is there a problem?"
As Sherlock's words fell, the entire hall became so quiet that a pin could be heard dropping.
After a long while, the people in the hall no longer had any desire to continue their revelry, and they all put down their wine glasses and walked out.
Even Thor looked at Sherlock with a serious expression, which confused Sherlock, who didn't understand what had happened.
"What's going on, Thor? Why did they all leave after hearing what I said?"
Listening to Sherlock's question, Thor also had a complicated expression.
He patted Sherlock's shoulder and said.
"Well, how should I put it, all these people you see now, including me, all learned those basics back then, but the fastest among us to learn these basics still took nearly three years.
Never mind, I'm going to the training ground with them too.
You're just too discouraging."