Chapter 62 The life of the Salted Fish Wizard in Asgard (5)

Sherlock slept for a whole day, and it was not until the next morning that Sherlock felt that he had barely recovered. By the time Sherlock saw Thor again, it was already noon.

At this time, Thor was sweating profusely on the training ground with a black eye. Even because of Sherlock's small shock, Thor also used his connections to find a lot of professional archers to increase the difficulty of actual combat.

Everything is developing in a good direction. Thor was also shocked by Sherlock's Muggle weapons from the earth. No, it should be said that the entire Asgardian warriors were bombarded by Sherlock's hand. Shocked.

When Sherlock came to the training ground, he saw that no one was slacking off. They were all sweating profusely while training with Sol. The only problem might be that the black eyes on Sol's face were too annoying. Something happened.

Sherlock couldn't hold back his laughter. I don't know why, but Sauers Lake was very sensitive to laughter these days. He almost locked onto the source of the laughter the second he laughed.

However, after seeing that it was Sherlock who was laughing, Thor could only end the fight, scratch his head in embarrassment and walk towards Sherlock.

Walking all the way to Sherlock, seeing that Sherlock seemed to be laughing more and more presumptuously, Sol said angrily.

"Stop laughing, bastard, this is all thanks to you!"

After hearing Thor's complaint, Sherlock was thankful in his heart that he had succeeded in pretending and did not fall down in front of this group of people, but on the surface he showed that he was trying hard to suppress his smile.

But under such an inner contrast, how could Sherlock hold back his laughter? In the end, he broke through and burst out laughing, holding his stomach.

Thor's fist became hardened when he saw it, and he was already weighing the meow hammer in his hand, as if he was planning on how to strike the annoying guy in front of him.

Fortunately, Sherlock still had some tricks up his sleeve. After laughing for a while, he slowly stopped laughing, then patted Sol on the shoulder and said.

"Okay, okay, I'm not laughing. Don't look at me like that. I just don't understand. Asgard's medical technology is obviously very advanced, why don't you just cure it here and come out."

As Sherlock spoke, he used his hand to simulate the range of Thor's black eyes on his face.

Sherlock didn't say anything, but it was fine. When Thor was mentioned, black lines appeared all over his forehead. He looked at Sherlock angrily and then said.

"Do you think I don't want to? It's not that there's no cure, it's that there's no way to treat it! It's true that Asgard's medical technology is great. As long as you still have breath, the doctors won't let you die, but who do you think Will you be free to study how to quickly treat bruises and other things?"

Sherlock was stunned for a moment when he heard Thor's complaint, and then he realized that it was indeed the case. Just like no one in the hospitals on Earth would study how to make bruises disappear immediately, or how to quickly dissipate wounds less than one centimeter. Healing is the same.

But Sherlock would not let go of such a good opportunity to ridicule Thor. Although the hospital does not study these things, it does not mean that the private sector does not.

With his backhand, he took out two things from his library and threw them to Sol.

Thor looked at a bottle and an egg that Sherlock threw to him with a confused expression, and looked at Sherlock with a confused expression.

"What the hell is this? Why are you throwing me an egg?"

After hearing Thor's question, Sherlock said angrily.

"When the eggs are fine, just roll them around. Apply a hot compress at night and then apply the medicine on your hands. It will heal quickly!"

After hearing Sherlock's words, Thor finally understood the use of the thing in his hand. He immediately placed the egg on the black marks around his eyes and began to roll it slowly. While rolling the egg, he held it with the other hand. He began to observe the bottle in his hand.

"Sherlock, I never knew you were a pharmacist and had such a healing potion!"

Sherlock almost couldn't hold back Thor's flattery. After trying hard to straighten his smile, he continued.

"Then you are just thinking too much. I didn't make this thing. This thing is a potion developed in a big country in the east of the earth to treat bruises. Remember to apply a hot compress before going to bed at night. Be careful not to get it into your eyes. inside."

Although Sherlock told Thor seriously, it was obvious that Thor did not listen carefully to Sherlock's instructions. He repeatedly looked at the red potion in the bottle and stuffed it into his clothes.

Sherlock didn't pay too much attention to Saul's behavior of ignoring his "doctor's orders". After all, if Saul didn't listen to him, the bottle of potion called safflower oil would definitely teach Saul a new life.

After putting away the potion, Thor finally realized what he was doing and looked at Sherlock in confusion and asked.

"By the way, Sherlock, why did you come to see me?"

In Thor's impression, Sherlock has perfectly mastered the two kinds of magic in Asgard, and there is no need to come to the practice field to practice.

And Sherlock is a mage. Unlike their group of warriors who need an excellent body, a mage ultimately comes down to magic. His brother Loki never bothers to come to the training ground.

After hearing Thor's question, Sherlock looked a little embarrassed. After all, he had beaten someone up a few days ago, and now he was coming to Thor for help. Sherlock was still a little embarrassed.

But there is no other way. He is not familiar with this place. It has been almost a month since Sherlock came here and he has not even stepped out of the castle. Sherlock has not forgotten that he promised Lorna to buy a gift.

Moreover, Lorna has bought it, how can my uncles not buy it? Can I not buy Tony’s side? So Sherlock's mission on this trip is still very heavy.

But what is helpless is that Sherlock does not have Asgard's currency, and he has no money in the castle. In desperation, he can come to Thor, who is a local.

After understanding the situation, Thor rolled his eyes and immediately patted Sherlock on the shoulder and told him to leave the matter to him. He would take Sherlock shopping early tomorrow morning and Uncle Thor would pay for all the expenses.

As Thor's friend, looking at Thor's appearance, no matter how stupid Sherlock was, he knew 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 pointed at by Sherlock, was stunned for a moment, and then that face exactly like Xu Jinjiang burned like a monkey's buttocks, watching Sherlock keep tweaking.

Fortunately, under Sherlock's constant questioning, Saul finally expressed his request and wanted Sherlock to bring a letter to Jane when he went back to express his thoughts.

Sherlock had a spartan look on his face after taking a bite of dog food. He would have better not ask if he had known better. Looking at Thor who exuded the sour stench of love, Sherlock casually took a picture from his library. He took out a pair of sunglasses and threw them to Sol as a deposit, then turned around and left.