Chapter 62: The Salted Fish Wizard's Life in Asgard (5)
Sherlock slept for an entire day, and it wasn't until the next morning that he felt somewhat recovered. By the time Sherlock saw Thor again, it was already noon.
At this moment, Thor, sporting a black eye, was sweating profusely on Sherlock's, and due to Sherlock's small shock, Thor had even pulled some strings to find many archers to increase the difficulty of actual combat on the periphery.
Everything was developing in a good direction. Thor was deeply shocked by Sherlock's muggle weapon from Earth. No, it should be said that all the warriors of Asgard were shocked by Sherlock's bombing.
When Sherlock arrived at the training ground, he saw that no one was slacking off; everyone was sweating profusely and training with Thor. The only problem might just be the black eye on Thor's face, which was too distracting.
Sherlock couldn't help but let out a laugh. He didn't know why, but Thor had been very sensitive to laughter these past few days. Almost the second Sherlock laughed, he pinpointed the source of the laughter.
However, upon seeing that it was Sherlock who was laughing, Thor could only end the spar and awkwardly scratch his head as he walked towards Sherlock.
He walked all the way to Sherlock, watching Sherlock's laughter seemingly grow more unrestrained, and then Thor grumbled.
"Stop laughing, you jerk! This is all thanks to you!"
Hearing Thor's complaint, Sherlock secretly congratulated himself for successfully showing off and not collapsing in front of this group of people, but on the surface, he tried hard to suppress his laughter.
But with such an internal contrast, how could Sherlock hold back his laughter? He finally broke down, clutching his stomach and laughing heartily.
Seeing this, Thor's fists clenched, and he began to weigh the Meow-Meow Hammer in his hand, seemingly plotting what posture to use to strike down the annoying fellow in front of him.
Fortunately, Sherlock had some sense. After laughing for a while, he slowly stopped his laughter, then patted Thor on the shoulder and said.
"Alright, alright, I won't laugh anymore. Don't look at me like that. I just don't understand. Asgard's medical technology is clearly very advanced, so why don't you just heal this before coming out?"
As Sherlock spoke, he simulated the extent of Thor's black eye on his own face with his hand.
It was fine when Sherlock didn't say anything, but as soon as he did, Thor's forehead was covered in black lines, and he looked at Sherlock irritably before saying.
"Do you think I don't want to? It's not that it wasn't healed; it's that there's no way to heal it at all! Asgard's medical technology is great, that's true. As long as you have a breath left, the Doctors won't let you die. But who do you think would bother researching how to quickly heal bruises and such?"
Hearing Thor's complaint, Sherlock was stunned for a moment, then he realized. Indeed, it was true, just like how no hospital on Earth would research how to make a bruise disappear instantly, or how to quickly heal a small wound less than a centimeter long.
However, Sherlock wouldn't let go of such a good opportunity to mock Thor. Although hospitals don't research these things, it doesn't mean that common people don't.
He flipped his hand, took out two items from his library, and threw them to Thor.
Thor looked at the bottle and an egg Sherlock threw him, completely bewildered and a little confused, looking at Sherlock with a puzzled expression.
"What is this? Why are you throwing an egg at me?"
Hearing Thor's question, Sherlock said irritably.
"Roll the egg when you have nothing to do, and at night, apply a hot compress and then rub on the medicinal liquid in your hand. It will heal faster!"
After hearing Sherlock's words, Thor finally understood the purpose of the items in his hand. He immediately placed the egg on the bruise around his eye and began to slowly roll it, while holding the bottle in his other hand and observing it.
"Sherlock, I never knew you were also a pharmacist; you actually have such a healing potion!"
Sherlock almost couldn't hold back at Thor's flattery. After trying hard to compose himself and suppress his laughter, he continued.
"You're purely overthinking it. I didn't make this. This is a medicinal liquid developed in a large Eastern country on Earth for treating sprains and bruises. Remember to apply a hot compress before going to bed at night and then rub it on. Be careful not to get it in your eyes."
Although Sherlock earnestly instructed Thor, it was clear that Thor wasn't listening carefully to Sherlock's instructions. After repeatedly examining the reddish medicinal liquid inside the bottle, he casually tucked it into his clothes.
Sherlock didn't pay much attention to Thor's disregard of his "medical advice." After all, if Thor didn't listen to him, that bottle of medicinal liquid called safflower oil would definitely teach Thor a lesson.
After putting away the medicinal liquid, Thor finally reacted and looked at Sherlock, asking with confusion.
"By the way, Sherlock, is there something you came to see me about?"
In Thor's impression, Sherlock had already perfectly mastered the two types of magic in Asgard and no longer needed to practice at Sherlock's.
Moreover, Sherlock was a mage, unlike them, the warriors who needed an excellent physique. Mages ultimately had to rely on magic. His brother, Loki, never bothered to come to the training ground.
Upon hearing Thor's question, Sherlock showed a slightly embarrassed expression. After all, he had just beaten the man up a few days ago, and now he had to ask Thor for help, which made Sherlock a little uncomfortable.
But there was no other way. He was unfamiliar with the place. Sherlock had been here for almost a month now and hadn't even stepped out of the castle. Sherlock hadn't forgotten that he had promised Lorna to buy her a gift.
And if Lorna bought one, could his uncles not buy one? Could Tony not buy one? So Sherlock's mission this time was still very important.
However, the unfortunate thing was that Sherlock didn't have Asgardian currency and didn't need money inside the castle. In desperation, he could only come to Thor, who was a local.
Understanding the situation, Thor's eyes lit up. He immediately patted Sherlock on the shoulder, saying that he would take care of it and that he would take Sherlock shopping first thing in the morning, with all expenses covered by Thor.
As Thor's friend, seeing Thor's appearance, Sherlock, even if he were dumber, would know that there must be something wrong. After taking a deep breath, Sherlock looked at Thor and said.
"Tell me, what are your conditions?"
Thor, who was directly exposed by Sherlock, froze for a moment, and then his face, which looked exactly like Xu Jinjiang's, burned like a monkey's backside, as he squirmed in front of Sherlock.
Fortunately, under Sherlock's persistent questioning, Thor finally stated his request: he wanted Sherlock to take a letter to Jane when he returned, to express his longing.
Sherlock, who had just been fed a mouthful of dog food, looked like a Spartan. He regretted asking. Looking at Thor, who was exuding the sour smell of love, Sherlock casually pulled out a pair of sunglasses from his library and threw them to Thor as a deposit, then turned and left.