Afraid that Lan Qingyou, that Demon, would come looking for him again next time.
But this time, well...
The person had not come, but a message had.
And it was asking about his "trade route."
How could that not scare the wits out of him?
He was so frightened that the fat all over his body trembled.
But...
Something was wrong...
I don't think I ever added this guy as a friend, did I?
Sherlock was puzzled and asked outright.
Lan Qingyou: "You did. You definitely did. Otherwise, how could I possibly have you on my friends list?"
Did she fake it?
The problem was, he had no memory of it...
Yet this Demon's name really was in his friend slots.
That was an indisputable fact.
So, unable to figure it out, Sherlock chose to stop thinking about it.
One more friend was one more friend.
Though it would be even better if that friend were not this Demon.
Yes, in Sherlock's eyes, Lan Qingyou had completely lost her name, codename, and title.
She was collectively referred to as "that Demon."
Had Lan Qingyou really added him as a friend?
She had. She really had.
In fact, Sherlock had been extremely "proactive" about it.
It had happened when she left Sherlock's first stronghold and headed for Victoria's place.
It was just that he had been under an illusion at the time, so he did not remember it.
It was no big deal.
Sherlock: "Fine, then. What do you want to ask?"
Having no desire to waste any more brain cells, Sherlock accepted the fact.
Lan Qingyou: "What else? Your slave-trading channels."
Sherlock: "...That channel ceased to exist the moment you wiped out The Order."
Sherlock was somewhat speechless.
She had done it herself, and now she was asking someone else