Napoli had brought back quite a few relics similar to the berry hairpin this time.
Every one of them had belonged to someone with a powerful, stubborn story in life.
This was also Napoli's criterion for selecting relics on this trip.
"You did very well. But there still aren't enough items of this kind. You may continue searching, but this time, I'll give you more generous time." Benbo praised him again, letting Napoli's earlier pitiful performance pass with a single stroke.
After Napoli left, Benbo immediately took the berry hairpin from earlier and entered the laboratory.
A moment later, Benbo returned to the outer reception hall.
"Netherflame has already begun the smelting. That berry hairpin was made of Ancient Silk Platinum—a low-grade material. It'll be smelted very quickly."
In Benbo's view, if this berry hairpin truly belonged to the protagonist of Fledgling Flying Toward the Sun, then the chances of it giving rise to emotional memories should have been quite high.
"When this book was selling well before, I secretly bought a copy and read it. If its plot wasn't fabricated, then the little girl protagonist in it possessed emotions deeper and broader than those of adults."
Moreover, children's emotions were often purer. Perhaps they really could nurture relics with intense emotions.
That was why Benbo could not wait to smelt this hairpin.
"Still, in terms of storytelling, it's a notch below the script I wrote. One can only say its luck was better than mine." Benbo seemed afraid Angel would think its scriptwriting was poor, so it subtly put the book down while openly elevating itself.
Angel merely smiled without speaking. Though he had yet to read Benbo's script, he already had a rough guess in his heart.
A script that could rival Luigi's poetry was probably only so-so.