The apartment layout on Feather Pen Street was very similar to Saint Delan Square, except the rooms were not as large as Xia De's home.
The lady living alone was not prepared to receive guests so early, but at least the living room wasn't too messy, and there were no clothes that Xia De shouldn't see.
The indoor temperature seemed even higher than outside, and a unique spice scent permeated Louisa's apartment.
She had probably just finished breakfast; Xia De even saw half a bowl of salad still on the cupboard in the dining room connected to the living room.
"Last night at the restaurant, Louisa also seemed to eat vegetable salad; is she controlling her figure?"
He guessed in his heart, but out of politeness, he didn't continue to look around.
Xia De sat on the sofa in the living room, observing the fabric sofa, which, although a bit old, surprisingly had a lot of life to it.
Compared to the almost undecorated walls of the Detective agency, Louisa's apartment was filled with various photo frames and oil paintings.
If Saint Delan Square had a cold, business-like style, this was truly an apartment where people lived.
"What, finally made up your mind to borrow the dream pen of joy and try it out?"
When Louisa brought tea to Xia De, she asked playfully.
Xia De immediately shook his head:
"No, no, I really thought of some things while reading yesterday, so I wanted to come and ask you."
"Asking questions? All right, please ask."
The blonde Writer sat upright, a smile on her face.
"It's like this: since we talked about the 'match girl' fairy tale yesterday, then please tell me, which era was the origin of this fairy tale?"
He didn't ask yesterday to prevent premature observation from affecting the result; Xia De had been curious about this question all night.
Louisa thought for a moment:
"Probably around 1100 in the fifth epoch; this was one of the topics for my compulsory exam.
But I can't give a very specific date, after all, as you know, the great war of the Thirteen Witch Emperors at the end of the fifth epoch almost destroyed half of civilization.
The Writer's name has also been lost; we only know his surname was Chad."
This answer aligned with Xia De's thoughts; he swallowed, feeling nervous yet very serious as he asked:
"So, if, I mean if, the person who wrote this fairy tale could live until now, what would happen?"
Last night's actions allowed him to directly summon flames, but Xia De wanted more.
"Why would you have such a strange idea?
Let me think, if that were the case, then he would be able to easily use the power generated by the fairy tale."
Xia De's eyes widened as he nodded:
"And then? And then?"
Louisa looked at him in confusion; although she knew the Detective was very suspicious today, she didn't think much of it, waving her hand and answering in a relaxed tone, as Louisa was in a very good mood this morning:
"Then, he would probably be able to easily master the power related to that fairy tale.
But this requires a prerequisite, otherwise he would be no different from an ordinary person."
"What prerequisite?"
Xia De asked expectantly.
"Miracles related to stories and books usually include copied manuscripts as casting materials.
Since he is the original author of the fairy tale, he must possess the original written version of the fairy tale to be recognized by the world as the original creator.
After all, you also understand that many stories are inspired by others' ideas, so who is considered the original story creator, Detective? You answer."
She tested him.
"The first person in history to write the story completely?"
"Yes."
Louisa nodded with satisfaction, then saw the Detective covering his mouth, looking pensive.
She looked at his attire:
"You don't look like you're out of control… Did you not sleep well last night?"
"Yes, how did you know that, Louisa? Do you also know divination?"
Xia De asked.
"No, your coat button is buttoned incorrectly."
The blonde Writer said with a smile, leaning back slightly on the sofa, her hands clasped together, basking in the morning sun, enjoying this rather pleasant morning.
Whether Xia De could be recognized as the creator of the "match girl" story was related to the original "match girl" manuscript.
And where the original manuscript was, that was not something Louisa could answer.
It seemed that gaining power by leaving his Knowledge in past time and space, while feasible, was not a very good way to acquire power.
Xia De had to ensure that the story he left behind could be continuously passed down for thousands of years, thereby possessing mystical power.
Moreover, he also had to ensure that he could cross thousands of years to obtain the manuscript.
Instead of trying to accomplish such a difficult task, it would be better to delve into the Knowledge in textbooks.
If Xia De could easily obtain antiques spanning thousands of years, then profiting from antiques and then purchasing Knowledge would be much easier than planning for thousands of years to make a story widely known.
Of course, he still didn't give up on this, so he asked Louisa if she had a translated copy and handwritten copy of the original "match girl" story.
He wanted to obtain the Ling Rune related to the "match girl" from the book, to determine if he could gain special power as the creator.
Louisa did not have them, but her Ring術士 friends, whose identities were inconvenient to disclose, did.
"Although I don't know why you suddenly became interested in the 'match girl,' when we gather at the doctor's place on Saturday, I think I can bring you the items, but I can only lend them to you for one week.
Oh, Xia De, I think The crazy light chaser should be more suitable for you than the little match girl.
Trying new methods is certainly fine, but I still believe that 【Light】 is the Ling Rune that suits you."
Louisa was indeed a good person; of course, it would have been even better if she hadn't joked about that dream pen of joy again when Xia De finished his visit.
When he walked out of 211 Feather Pen Street, Xia De was still thinking about the match girl.
He bid farewell to Louisa behind him, then walked with his hands in his pockets, following the crowd, in the direction of his home.
"Civilization, ah, current civilization, past civilization, the civilizations I have witnessed."
He couldn't help but sigh in his heart, looking at the streetscape of this steam city, feeling a lot of emotion for a moment.
Although there was some morning mist, as the sun rose, the mist gradually thinned, and today was still a nice day.
Temporarily detaching his thoughts from the match girl, he chatted off and on with the voice in his mind about his views on civilization.
When he walked out of Feather Pen Street, he remembered that today was Thursday, and since he was already out, he might as well visit a few newspaper offices in the city, according to the business cards he got from Louisa, to discuss advertising.
No matter how magical time travel was, making money was currently the top priority.