Abruptly, Agnes sat up from the bed suddenly, she gripped the placket of her chest hard, and took a few breaths before she came back to her senses.

"Actually, in retrospect, there was nothing scary about this dream, I just didn't know how it made me feel a sense of suffocation." Agnes rubbed her face and got out of bed.

It looked like it was still early, and the faint morning light only faintly filtered through the curtains. She felt her head swell slightly, as if she had read an obscure book all night. There was also a cold sweat on his body, and the fabric of his pajamas stuck to his back.

Agnes took a shower in the bathroom, rinsed her mouth, changed into clean clothes, and felt much more comfortable.

"It's a lot better than it looked before." Agnes looked at herself in the mirror and came to this conclusion. In the past, when I was seriously ill, every time I had a dream the night before, the next day it was like a state of spiritual exhaustion, always having headaches, mental trance, and even hallucinations. Today, although I still feel tired, I am only in a normal state of dreaming for too long and not sleeping well.

"But I'll ask my mother to take a look at it later."

Agnes walked out of the room, the hallway was still dark, and the maids had not yet risen. Agnes fought a cold war. The wee hours of winter were still a little chilly, and I should have come out wearing a thicker dress, Agnes thought casually.

She went to her little study, opened her diary, turned to a new page, and wrote:

January 23, 1328

"I feel like my dreams are a little different from before after taking the potion. There was nothing terrible about last night's dream, but I don't know why I felt suffocated, as if I felt what I was feeling in my heart at that time? Is there anything special about this dream scene? Agnes stopped her pen and closed the cap, feeling a little irritated inexplicably.

If only I hadn't lost so many memories of my past life.

Agnes closed her journal again.

No, why do I feel irritated just because I can't remember the memories of my past life? Shouldn't I have gotten used to it a long time ago? Agnes froze.

Is this the effect of potion power? Agnes thought, not rushing to meditate on the steady state, but first taking a closer look at the feeling.

"It's not very serious, but it's very hidden, and if you're not familiar enough with your own state, it's easy to change your personality subtly. If it weren't for the fact that I rarely get irritable, I might have ignored this change. Agnes commented carefully, then closed her eyes and began to meditate.

She sketched a black ocean in her mind, with undulating waves and gray foam. Agnes's mind gradually calmed down and her mind gradually emptied. She saw the darkness around her fade away, the colors bright and overlapping each other, covered with an illusory mist, giving her an unreal and strange feeling that made her feel dizzy even unconsciously.

Agnes voluntarily stopped meditating, ran into the bathroom, retched for a while, washed her face with cold water, raised her head and laughed a few times.

"It seems to be a little different from the meditation situation when Mr. Conte taught him before, but it matches the description he described when he asked me later, and when Mr. Conte comes, I will have to ask him."

Agnes walked out of the bathroom and returned to her room. I sat down at my desk again and opened my notebook. The pen clicked on a blank line, paused for a long time, and then wrote a sentence.

"Dreams seem to have had a bit of an effect on my meditation."

Agnes sighed, recalling in her mind the sentence her grandfather had told her to read in her dream.

Wisdom goes back and forth on the quiet road, and the true spirit enters and exits the mysterious door. What's so special about this sentence? Her instincts told her that the phrase seemed to imply something. Moreover, the words used in that rune also seem to have a similar effect to Hermes's script to some extent.

However, although there have been some changes in meditation, the irritability has completely disappeared, and I don't know if it is the effect of meditation or because of the diversion of attention. In any case, it is still necessary to complete the digestion of the potion as soon as possible. Agnes hooked her fingers and tapped her chin.

Agnes closed her pen, put the journal back in its place, and walked out of the room, the window completely lit up.

……

"Miss, would you like to dine now?" The maid asked.

"No, wait until my father and mother come down together." Agnes replied, and she sat down at the table, picked up the day's paper, and read it.

A huge headline catches your eye with the title "The Source of Bad Faith Monopoly – Guilds Make Goods More Expensive".

Agnes frowned and skimmed through the article roughly.

This is presumably propaganda for some political purpose. Agnes had no interest in exploring the story behind it, so she flipped the newspaper to the part of the serialized novel and read it with relish.

When Agnes finished reading the serialized part of the new issue, her father and mother had already come to the table and sat down.

"How did you sleep last night? Agneth. Mother asked, looking in a good mood.

"Mom, you can help me see, I had a dream last night." Agnes said, pulling her mother.

The mother suddenly became nervous and examined Agnes carefully. Soon, the mother breathed a sigh of relief.

"It's just that I didn't sleep well at night, and it seems that this medicine recommended by the church is really useful." The corners of the mother's mouth hooked up a gentle smile, and the slightly linear facial contours appeared softer.

"I woke up this morning and felt different than before, and it was." Agnes said in a cheerful voice.

The father looked at Agnes and Marianne and laughed along.

Breakfast was over with laughter and laughter, and Agnes practiced casually in the piano room, and Monsieur Conte arrived.

Mr. Conte today wore the same formal dress he had worn when he came to visit that day, but with a piano case in his hand. He opened the case, and inside was a violin, the top of this violin was a high-quality fish scale spruce, the texture was uniform and upright, without the slightest scar, and it looked very pure. This violin seems to have been used for quite a long time, but it seems that due to the proper care of the user, there is no accumulated rosin and dust on the board and fingerboard, and the luster appears very charming.

"How? Do you like it? Monsieur Conte asked with a smile when he saw Agnes staring at the violin.

"Well, this piano is very good and charming." Agnes couldn't think of a suitable compliment for a moment, so she had to say this.

"This is the piano that my father gave me when I first started learning music. He told me that a long time ago, some of the descendants of aristocratic families would choose to become bards, wearing red short tunics and black jumpsuits, wearing yellow hoods, carrying their own fenepot, riding horses, from castle to castle, composing their own poems and music, singing about the countryside, heroes, knights and shepherdess, so before they left home, their father would give them a feneport. The bard was almost extinct, and the violin had replaced the Fenerport, so he gave me this violin, which I have been playing ever since. Mr. Conte stroked the piano and said with some nostalgia in his eyes.

"Do you know how to play the violin?" Mr. Conte asked.

"I studied, but I mainly practiced the piano." Agnes replied. There is no doubt that playing musical instruments was an important talent for aristocratic ladies, which was linked to their charisma in social situations. When she was in public school, even though she took a lot of classes, Agnes would still spare an hour a day to practice the piano.

"Well, the piano is good," Mr. Conte spread his hands, "but the violin can accompany you anywhere." ”

"Okay, according to what we agreed yesterday, I'm going to do a thorough test on you first." Mr. Conte took out a piece of paper full of words from the case, blinked, and said, "I'm going to test your music theory foundation first." ”