Chapter 65: The Laid-Back Wizard's Life in Asgard (8)
Under the continuous promotion of that guy, Sherlock's arms business in the Asgardian palace gradually transformed into a supply chain-like model.
Thanks to Sherlock's fondness for firearms from the very beginning of his Crossing, Sherlock's library contained a considerable collection of firearms, and precisely because of this, Sherlock's business grew larger and larger.
For archers, Sherlock recommended World War II firearms. The speed of bolt-action rifles was faster than bows, yet not as fast as automatic rifles, which would consume too much mana. The weight of bullets was also lighter than arrows, making them popular among archers.
Sherlock even offered different prices based on the firearm model. The M1, due to its rate of fire, was more expensive than a regular rifle, and modern, reinforced sniper rifles far exceeded the price of the M1.
Even among sniper rifles, semi-automatic ones were slightly more expensive than bolt-action ones. Of course, the most powerful anti-materiel sniper rifles were at the top of the price range, and similarly, semi-automatic versions were much more expensive than bolt-action ones.
As for the warriors, Sherlock offered various calibers of pistols, from the .22 caliber P22 to the .50 caliber Desert Eagle, everything imaginable, even high-end versions like Taran Tactical.
Small, portable firearms like pistols, capable of ambushing opponents, were very successfully welcomed by the warriors. Furthermore, with the blessing of that peculiar individual, many warriors even learned the art of gun fu.
Of course, besides warriors and archers, Asgard's magic division naturally couldn't be left out. Although at first they disdained Sherlock's firearms, as time passed, watching the archers and warriors' combat power greatly increase due to Sherlock's firearms, they naturally couldn't sit still.
They began to approach Sherlock, stating their needs and wanting to purchase firearms. Faced with these magicians who feared close combat, Sherlock naturally wouldn't refuse. What could be more suitable for this group of magicians than a shotgun?
Even if marbles were too weak, there were still slug rounds, and with the explosives Sherlock had, like grenades, flashbangs, and smoke grenades, every single one of these small items made these magicians utterly enthralled.
With Sherlock's help, the entire Asgardian aesthetic gradually began to shift in an unusual direction.
Of course, this had nothing to do with Sherlock. Didn't Odin, the Allfather, see Sherlock openly selling arms in his own palace without saying much?
Sherlock could say he was extremely satisfied with his life. After all, the collection in Sherlock's library could very well prove this point. Although it couldn't compare to Odin's treasury, there weren't few good items, and there were even a few Asgardian magic books.
Aside from Sherlock inexplicably engaging in his old profession in Asgard, and due to the good business, having very little time to continue practicing his magic.
Sherlock's only remaining source of dissatisfaction was probably Thor.
After all, after entertaining guests all day, and finally, when it was dark and he planned to rest, Thor would uninvitedly run into Sherlock's room and begin to disturb Sherlock's rest. Who wouldn't be annoyed to death by that?
Especially since Thor came not for anything else, but because he wanted to ask Sherlock to deliver a love letter to Jane, which made it even more infuriating.
Sherlock had truly seen it all. In his two lifetimes, Sherlock could say this was the first time he had seen a muscular man stand before him, passionately and emotionally reciting an extremely cheesy love letter he had written, and then asking for his critique.
Reciting was fine, but the most crucial thing was that this guy was holding a bottle of alcohol Sherlock had given him in his other hand, and he would occasionally take a sip during the recitation.
Sherlock practically watched as the alcohol in Thor's hand went from 75 proof to 90 proof, and finally to 99 proof.
And the most outrageous thing was that this guy came every night, and every night the love letter was different. If it weren't for the fact that every time it started with 'My Dearest Jane,' Sherlock would even wonder if Thor was hinting at something to him.
The most, most crucial thing was that Thor, as a barbarian who swung a hammer, his level of writing love letters was indescribable. It even developed to the point where, in Sherlock's opinion, it was almost like erotica.
Sherlock was extremely speechless about this. Sherlock didn't want to know anything about the little details of Thor and Jane's lives, let alone Thor asking Sherlock for a critique.
Sherlock had also tried to escape, but the final result was that Sherlock lay on the bed, holding the Meow-Meow Hammer on his chest, very patiently listening to Thor's extremely cheesy love letter.
Finally, after a full week of bombardment, Sherlock finally declared that he couldn't take it anymore. On the last day, he interrupted Thor's passionate recitation, grabbed Thor's love letter impatiently, and 'embellished' it for Thor using a love letter template he had seen before he crossed over.
Although this 'embellishment' was not much different from rewriting it entirely.
But at least both Sherlock and Thor were very satisfied, and at Thor's request, many cheesy pickup lines were added.
To prevent Thor from bothering him again, and to avoid the experience of lying on the bed with a genuine Meow-Meow Hammer on his chest, listening to a peerless strongman, Xu Jinjiang, whose arms could rival a horse's leg.
Passionately and emotionally reciting an extremely cheesy, even extremely detailed, love letter to him.
And even asking for his critique!!
Sherlock practically poured all the literary skills from his two lifetimes into that love letter.
Fortunately, the final result was good. Thor was amazed by the love letter Sherlock had written—no, embellished—and happily ran off to prepare the packaging for the love letter.
Sherlock himself could finally have some peace and quiet, no longer having to endure such easily misunderstood situations.
However, Sherlock's good days didn't last for long. The Ancient One arrived at the Asgardian palace as promised, ready to take Sherlock back to Earth.
The good news was that all the weapons in Sherlock's library had now been sold off for various Asgardian armors and cold weapons with magic runes.
The bad news was that just before Sherlock was about to leave, Thor, in front of everyone, reluctantly pulled out a pink, beautifully packaged envelope from his embrace and solemnly handed it to Sherlock.
Heaven knows how awful Sherlock's face looked at that moment. If there had been a mirror, Sherlock probably would have discovered that his face could actually turn multicolored.