Leonard had imagined the smell of rotting corpses, perfume, or even all sorts of other strange odors, but he had never expected that upon entering, he would find a table full of fish dishes, with a cat enjoying the lavish dinner.
"Never seen a cat eat fish?" Lily noticed Leonard's gaze and spoke with great displeasure. She then stretched out her paw, picked a piece from the grilled fish, removed the bones, and stuffed it into her mouth, letting out a classic meow.
"All right, Mr. Red Gloves, you came to see me for something more important than observing my cat, didn't you?"
A faintly mocking voice suddenly rang out, and only then did Leonard realize that he had actually overlooked the host.
"Why didn't Old Man remind me?" Leonard frowned, but immediately adopted a businesslike attitude and said:
"Mr. Sno, I would like to consult you about something."
Though they had barely interacted, Leonard still instinctively used honorific language. Sno smiled faintly, slipped his hands into his pockets, and said in a frivolous tone:
"I see. Heh, I understand. You didn't report this to your superiors, did you?"
Looking at the smile that made him want to throw a punch, Leonard took a deep breath but still nodded.
"Very honest." Sno's tone still carried a hint of mockery. "Tell me, what information do you want from me? My rates are quite reasonable, but you'd better be quick. I only have half an hour."
"Rates..." Leonard's mouth twitched, but he still said:
"Sherlock Moriarty—or rather, Klein Moretti—what exactly does he want?"
"Those two questions are charged separately. Klein and Sherlock are different individuals." Sno's tone became slightly more serious, but Leonard frowned—
"They aren't the same person?"
"They are the same person, yes. But were the things you wanted half