Lan Qingyou had already been interested in Gege Chicken's Summoning Magic Array. When she heard there were different versions, her interest immediately soared.
So.
Whether the other person wanted to recall it was their business.
Whether she asked was hers.
In fact, even if he didn't want to, Lan Qingyou was still going to get the full story.
After all, there were too few cases.
One more was always a good thing.
"Uh..."
At Lan Qingyou's blunt question, Hopkins froze with the hand he'd been about to raise to wipe his sweat suspended in midair.
Albert, meanwhile, lifted a hand and slapped it against his forehead.
How had he forgotten this thickheaded fellow?
"Well..."
"Come on, tell me. Or... should I search your mind?"
After all, Lan Qingyou wasn't a Demon.
She wanted to know, but she also understood that he didn't want to remember.
So she offered what seemed like a compromise.
But everyone knew that letting someone into your mind...
Basically meant they'd learn all your embarrassing secrets, old and new.
"Then I'd rather remember it myself."
Faced with a choice between fear and his good name, Hopkins chose to protect his good name.
And so he broke into a cold sweat.
It wasn't that Lan Qingyou had played dirty and attacked him by surprise.
It was simply hard to avoid this kind of reaction while recalling what had happened.
"During the two and a half months I was there, the Priest of those Britt Mice performed two summonings in total."
"One summoned something that looked like a tattered rag doll."
"The other summoned a deep-blue crab with a giant eyeball on its back."
"When I first saw those two things, I was genuinely terrified of them."
"They didn't look all that bizarre, but somehow I still felt