Chapter 338: Writer's Diary

When Xia De returned home from his basement, soaked through, it was already two o'clock on Tuesday morning.

Regardless of the water dripping from his body onto the floor, he stepped hurriedly up the stairs, passing through the dim stairwell to the second floor. Pushing open the door almost as if falling forward, he stumbled to the kitchen, grabbed the biscuit tin he had specially placed on top of the cupboard to prevent the cat from stealing it, and stuffed the biscuits, which were a bit soft from the dampness, into his mouth, only then feeling his body much more comfortable.

He had indeed filled his stomach by drinking water, but the desire to eat something didn't fade. Of course, this might also be the aftereffect of overusing "Gluttony." In short, Xia De was very hungry now.

And corresponding to the hunger, the fatigue that surged up unconsciously after returning home was gradually replacing the hunger, becoming the strongest emotion.

But no matter what he was going to do next, Xia De still took a shower and changed into a set of clothes first. Although this strange era was a bit backward compared to his hometown, the development of steam industry and the crisscrossing of steam pipes and gas pipes made taking a hot shower a very simple thing.

After showering, he wanted to sit on the sofa for a while, then decide whether to go out to eat or go to Feather Pen Street to see if the lights in Miss Lu Lu Lu Yisha's apartment were still on. But after Xia De sat down leaning against the sofa, the comfort made him close his eyes subconsciously.

So he said in his heart:

"I'll just close my eyes and rest for a while, maybe a few dozen seconds, and then get up immediately."

Thus, amidst the pleasant laughter of the woman in his mind, he fell directly into a deep sleep.

Perhaps because he was too tired, he didn't have any dreams that night. And what woke Xia De up a few hours later was not the gentle morning light shining in from the living room window, but the sound of knocking on the door from downstairs.

Someone knocked on his door.

Xia De, who was sleeping groggily, opened his eyes. Because he had fallen asleep sitting up, he felt very uncomfortable all over after getting up. But corresponding to the slight fatigue of his body was the relaxation and comfort of his spirit.

It was the 30th day of the Month of Thunder, Tuesday morning at eight o'clock. He had slept on the sofa for about 6 hours.

"Today is the Prayer Festival; I have to go to the church in the afternoon."

Gradually waking up after standing up, Xia De reminded himself of today's itinerary while yawning at the window.

Sniffing, while walking downstairs, passing through the somewhat dim stairwell, he recalled the big adventure of last night again, feeling lucky to have escaped.

He guessed that someone knocking on the door so early was a new client or a friend visiting. And after opening the door, a small black shadow immediately pounced on him. Xia De widened his eyes at once, completely spirited up:

"Mia!"

"Meow~"

The small orange cat pounced on Xia De from the arms of the blonde girl who looked dissatisfied. Xia De caught it in a flurry. The cat jumped onto Xia De's shoulder very nimbly, rubbing its furry little face against Xia De's face incessantly.

Xia De also reached out to scratch its chin, making the orange cat tilt its head, emitting a purring sound from its throat.

Teasing the cat for a moment, he then had time to look at the lady standing outside the door. Miss Lu Lu Lu Yisha looked very dissatisfied, and one could feel that she seemed to be angry when she spoke:

"Xia De, don't you invite me in first? When did you come back?"

Xia De originally thought the blonde female writer was blaming him for not going to find her immediately after returning, but then he realized that her anger didn't seem to be directed at him.

"I said goodbye to Princess Lei Qianya yesterday, and I returned home at two o'clock in the morning."

He said this, and Miss Lu Lu Lu Yisha stopped talking immediately, looking at him hesitantly:

"You really knew who she was... Go up and talk... I brought you breakfast. You didn't pick up your cat last night, so I guessed you got home very late and might not have eaten this morning."

She shook the silver-gray metal lunch box stacked together in her hand. Xia De resisted the urge to swallow:

"Miss Lu Lu Lu Yisha, you are truly a good person."

The blonde, blue-eyed girl smiled and signaled him to lead the way.

Carrying goat milk, cow milk, and this morning's newspaper upstairs, Miss Lu Lu Lu Yisha opened the three metal lunch boxes on the dining table. The steaming food immediately attracted the attention of Xia De and Mia.

But the orange cat had already eaten in the female writer's apartment in the morning, so Xia De got nothing when eating breakfast, and could only lie on the dining table beside Xia De's right hand unwillingly. Occasionally trying to stretch out its little paw to pull Xia De's arm, when Xia De looked at it, it would look at Xia De with big eyes again.

But for the sake of the cat's health, including that bottle of goat milk, Xia De gave it nothing. Mia would make meow-meow sounds from time to time, but very obediently, it didn't steal any food from the lunch box with its paws even once.

Finally, even Miss Lu Lu Lu Yisha felt it was unbearable, got up and found the bag containing cat food in the kitchen, and picked a few grains for Little Mia. It ate the cat food very happily, but when the smiling Miss Lu Lu Lu Yisha wanted to hold it, Mia flicked its tail and lay back beside Xia De's hand again.

"Your cat is truly heartless."

The blonde female writer sat opposite Xia De and watched him eat.

"Strictly speaking, this isn't my cat... Your craftsmanship is truly good."

Xia De looked up and praised, Dorothy Lu Lu Lu Yisha covered her mouth, a smile she couldn't stop appearing on her face:

"So, how much do you know about the matter between me and Lei Qianya?"

"I don't know much that is truly known; most of it is guessed."

He said:

"Let's talk about these things after eating. Oh, do you know about what happened to me yesterday?"

"Dorothy and Lei Qianya didn't communicate much last night; she only told me some things that had to be told to you."

Xia De nodded. It seemed that the princess and the writer lady were not as he imagined, able to exchange at any time without conditions.

"Meow~"

Mia was still eyeing Xia De's breakfast covetously. Seeing Xia De didn't notice it, it pulled him again with its paw.

After Xia De finished eating, the two sat on the sofa and talked about business. Miss Lu Lu Lu Yisha didn't say much and handed him a diary directly:

"I originally promised you that I would tell you our secret when Lei Qianya returned, but because of the 【Mermaid's Song】 curse, she cannot leave Cold Water Port for the time being, so we planned the Cold Water Port Holiday for you."

"Not bad."

Xia De lowered his head to flip through the diary. The diary was incomplete. After the writer lady dismantled the pages, she only kept the pages that could be shown to Xia De.

Flipping to the first page, it was the date of half a year ago, which was very close to the date that Priest Ao Gu Si once said, "Since half a year ago, Lu Lu Lu Yisha has become a bit strange every few days. It's normal now; a few months ago we even suspected that her body was occupied by another soul" (Chapter 43).

At that time, the priest's casual remark, in the eyes of Xia De now, was infinitely close to the truth.

The relationship between Dorothy Lu Lu Lu Yisha and Lei Qianya Cavendish, the writer lady of Tobesk and the princess of Delarion, was actually the exchange of souls.

"This is the period when things just started. We left records. I think, after you read it, you will understand what happened. Lei Qianya said she showed you a part of the diary. Actually, it's nothing, just waking up from sleep and exchanging souls, the princess became the writer, and the writer became the princess."

Miss Lu Lu Lu Yisha blushed:

"Waking up the next day, we both returned to our bodies, thinking yesterday was an illusory dream. Until we discovered what the other party had done with our own bodies, we realized what was going on in anger and fear..."

Seeing Xia De show a smile, her face turned even redder:

"Don't make fun of us; after all, no one knew what the situation was at that time."

Actually, Xia De smiled just because he was very happy that his guess was correct, and he also liked this kind of dramatic story.

Nodding to show understanding, Xia De and the illiterate cat, who was standing on the sofa armrest with its head stretched out, leaned in to look at the contents of the diary.

Under the date "December 23, 1853, Month of Slumber," only one sentence was written, and this sentence actually occupied three lines in the lined notebook, which was very wasteful of paper:

【Who are you?】

Familiar content, but this was not Miss Lu Lu Lu Yisha's handwriting. The writing habit of the letters was completely different from the female writer. That kind of flowery letter writing style was very much like Miss Jia Lin Na, as nobles were accustomed to using this letter writing method.

But the next day, the 24th, the handwriting on the paper returned to Miss Lu Lu Lu Yisha's writing style:

【Who are you?】

Xia De looked up at Miss Lu Lu Lu Yisha and teased with a smile:

"You two really like to use a diary to communicate."

"There were no other means; a private diary is the safest method. Xia De, don't you keep a diary?"

The blonde girl asked back. Xia De smiled and didn't answer.

He did inherit the diary from the detective S. Hamilton, but he would only leave records like "Nothing happened, savings decreased" and "Client visited, he was truly stingy" in the diary every day, just like the previous detective.

If someone opened Xia De's diary, they would definitely think this was a detective with a very peaceful life.

An Outlander would not write his life on paper.

"Princess Lei Qianya was really showing it to me on purpose; now that I think about it, she was actually deliberately exposing more details for me to guess all day yesterday."

Xia De muttered a sentence in a low voice, lowering his head to continue reading the diary. And Miss Lu Lu Lu Yisha also explained patiently:

"Both she and I have the habit of keeping a diary. Although we wouldn't record important content, just trivial matters of life, after finding the diary and flipping forward, we could roughly understand what kind of person the other party was. Speaking of which, it's still a bit funny; she actually..."

Her eyes drifted, as if thinking of past memories, and then her face turned red. She must have thought of some embarrassment caused by the exchange of souls. Fortunately, Xia De, who was focused on reading the diary, didn't observe the blonde girl's embarrassment. ===== CHAPTER 339 =====