The Whispering Verses Chapter 337: Writer’s Diary
It was already two o'clock in the morning on Tuesday when Shade returned home from his basement, soaked all over.
Ignoring the water dripping from his body onto the floor, he hurriedly stepped up the stairs, passing through the dim stairwell to the second floor. She almost threw herself forward and pushed open the door. She staggered to the kitchen, grabbed the biscuit box that had been placed above the cupboard to prevent cats from stealing it, and stuffed the biscuits that were a little doughy due to moisture into her mouth. , I felt a lot more comfortable.
I had indeed filled my stomach by drinking water, but my desire to eat something had not subsided. Of course, this may also be the sequelae of excessive use of "gluttony". In short, Shade is very hungry now.
Corresponding to hunger, the tiredness that comes up unconsciously after returning home is gradually replacing hunger and becoming the strongest emotion.
But no matter what he was going to do next, Shade still took a shower and changed his clothes first. Although this strange era is a bit backward compared to my hometown, the development of the steam industry and the widespread availability of steam pipes and gas lamps have made taking a hot bath a very simple matter.
After taking a shower, I wanted to sit on the sofa for a while before deciding whether to go out to eat, or go to Quill Street to see if the lights were still on in Miss Louisa's apartment. But when Shade sat down with his back on the sofa, the comfort made him subconsciously close his eyes.
So I said in my heart:
"I just close my eyes and take a rest, maybe a few dozen seconds, and then get up right away."
So, with the woman's sweet laughter in his mind, he fell into a deep sleep.
Probably because I was too tired, I didn’t have any dreams that night. What woke Shade in the morning a few hours later was not the warm summer morning light shining in from the living room window, but the sound of knocking on the door from downstairs.
Someone knocked on his door.
Shade, who was drowsily asleep, opened his eyes. Because he fell asleep while sitting up, his whole body felt very uncomfortable after getting up. But corresponding to some physical fatigue is mental relaxation and comfort.
It was the 30th day of the Thunder Moon. At eight o'clock on Tuesday morning, he slept on the sofa for about six hours.
"Today is the Feast of Holy Prayer. I am going to church in the afternoon."
After standing up, he gradually woke up and yawned at the window. Shade reminded himself of today's schedule in his heart.
I sniffed and walked downstairs in my slippers. When I passed the somewhat dim stairwell, I recalled the big adventure last night and felt lucky to have escaped.
He guessed that someone knocking on the door so early was a new client or friend. After opening the door, a small black shadow immediately pounced on him. Shade's eyes widened immediately and he became completely energetic:
"Mia!"
"Meow~"
The small orange cat jumped towards Shade from the arms of the dissatisfied blonde girl, and Shade caught it in a hurry. The cat jumped onto Shade's shoulder very quickly and kept rubbing its furry face against Shade's face.
Shade also reached out and scratched its chin, causing the orange cat to raise its head and purr from its throat.
After teasing the cat for a while, I had time to look at the lady standing outside the door. Miss Louisa was very dissatisfied, and she seemed to be angry when she spoke:
"Xia De, why don't you invite me in first? When did you come back?"
Xia De originally thought that the blonde writer was blaming himself for not looking for her immediately after returning, but then he realized that her anger did not seem to be directed at him.
"I said goodbye to Princess Lesia yesterday, and it was two o'clock in the morning when I got home."
He said this, and Miss Louisa immediately stopped talking and looked at him hesitantly:
"You really know who she is... Go up and talk... I brought you breakfast. You didn't pick up your cat last night, so I guessed you were late I just got home, and I may not have eaten yet this morning."
She shook the stacked silver-gray metal lunch boxes in her hands, and Shade resisted the urge to swallow:
"Miss Louisa, you are such a good person."
The blonde girl smiled and motioned for him to lead the way.
Going upstairs with goat milk, milk and this morning's newspaper, Miss Louisa opened the three metal lunch boxes at the dining table. The steaming food immediately attracted the attention of Shade and Mia.
But the orange cat had already eaten in the female writer's apartment in the morning, so when Shade had breakfast, it got nothing and could only lie unwillingly on the dining table next to Shade's right hand. Occasionally, he would try to stretch out his little paws to pick up Shade's arm. When Shade went to see it, he would look at Shade with his big eyes.
But for the sake of the cat's health, including the bottle of goat's milk, Shade gave it nothing. Mia would make meowing sounds from time to time, but she was very well-behaved and never reached out to steal food from the lunch box.
In the end, even Miss Louisa couldn't bear it. She got up and found a bag of cat food in the kitchen, and twisted a few pieces for little Mia. It happily ate the cat food, but when the smiling Miss Louisa wanted to hug it, Mia swung her tail and lay back next to Shade's hand.
"Your cat is really heartless."
The blonde female writer sat across from Shade and watched him eat.
"Technically speaking, this is not my cat... You are really good at your craft."
Shad raised his head and praised, Dorothy Louisa covered her mouth with an unstoppable smile on her face:
"So, how much do you know about Luvia and I?"
“Not much is really known, most of them are just guesses.”
He said:
"Let's talk about these things after dinner. Oh, do you know what I did yesterday?"
"Luvia and I didn't communicate much last night. She only said some things that she had to tell you."
Xia De nodded. It seemed that the princess and Miss Writer were not able to exchange unconditionally anytime, anywhere, as he imagined.
"Meow~"
Mia was still eyeing Shade's breakfast. Seeing that Shade didn't notice it, Mia stretched out her paw to peck him again.
After Shade finished his meal, the two of them sat on the sofa and talked about business. Miss Louisa didn't say anything more and directly handed him a diary:
"I originally promised you that we would tell you our secret when Lesia comes back, but due to the curse of [Mermaid Song], she cannot leave Coldwater Port for the time being, so we planned a Coldwater Port holiday for you."
"Very good."
Xia De lowered his head and looked through the diary. The diary was incomplete. After the writer split the pages, only those pages that could be shown to Sha De were left.
Turning to the first page, it was a date half a year ago. It was the same as what Priest Augustus once said: "Since half a year ago, Louisa would become a little weird every few days. It's still normal now." Well, a few months ago we even suspected that she was possessed by another soul.” The date is very close (Chapter 43).
The priest's casual words at that time, in the eyes of Shade now, were infinitely close to telling the truth.
The relationship between Dorothy Louisa and Luvia Cavendish, the writer lady of Tobesk and the princess of Delarion, is actually the exchange of souls.
"This is the record we left during the time when things first started. I think you will understand what happened after reading it." Lecia said, she showed you part of the diary. In fact, It’s nothing, just waking up and exchanging souls, the princess becomes a writer, and the writer becomes a princess.”
Miss Louisa blushed a little:
"The princess who longed for freedom experienced the life of a commoner; and the commoner girl who longed for the life of a princess in her teenage years had the opportunity to experience a day as a princess. After waking up the next day, we all returned to our own bodies, thinking that we had yesterday It was an illusory dream, and it wasn’t until I discovered what the other party had done with his body that I realized it in anger and fear..."
Seeing Sha De smile, her face turned even redder:
"Don't make fun of us, after all, no one knew what was going on at the time."
Actually, Xia De smiled just because he was happy that his guess was correct, and he also liked such dramatic stories.
Nodding to express understanding, Shade and the illiterate cat standing on the armrest of the sofa stretched out their heads to read the contents of the diary.
Under the date "23rd of the Sleeping Month (December) 1853", there is only one sentence written, and this sentence actually occupies three lines in the online notebook, which is a huge waste of paper:
【Who are you? 】
Familiar content, but this is not Miss Louisa's handwriting. The writing habits of letters are completely different from those of female writers. The way of writing in cursive letters is very similar to Miss Carina. Nobles are accustomed to using this way of writing.
But on the next 24 days, the handwriting on the page returned to Miss Louisa's writing style:
【Who are you? 】
Xia De looked up at Miss Louisa, smiled and teased:
"You really like to use diaries to communicate."
"There is no other way. A private diary is the safest method. Shade, don't you keep a diary?"
The blonde girl asked, Shade smiled and did not answer.
He did inherit the diary from Detective Sparrow Hamilton, but he would only leave the same records as the previous detective in the diary every day, such as "Nothing happened, savings decreased" and "The client came to the door" , he is really stingy."
If someone opens Shade's diary, they will definitely think that this is a detective who lives a very peaceful life.
Outlanders will not write their lives on paper.
"Princess Lesia really showed it to me on purpose. Now that I think about it, she actually deliberately exposed more details all day yesterday to make me guess."
Xia De muttered quietly, lowered his head and continued to read the diary. And Miss Louisa patiently explained:
“She and I both have the habit of keeping diaries. Although we don’t record important content, just trivial matters in life, when we find the diary and look through it, we can probably understand who the other person is. So the initial Those few times, after the memory became confused and blurred, we quickly figured out what happened to us. It was a bit funny to say that she actually..."
Her eyes wandered, as if thinking of past memories, and then her face turned red. She must have thought of some embarrassment caused by the soul exchange. Fortunately, Shade, who was concentrating on reading the diary, did not observe the embarrassment of the blonde girl.