In the afternoon, when there was no one in the Musicians Guild of Fenerport, Marcono Costa took advantage of his leisure time to take out an introduction to music and read it.

Marcono Costa is a poor boy with no father or mother, but he considers himself lucky. He was fortunate to meet his teacher, Mr. Conte, when he was not yet numb by the weight of life.

His teacher, after learning that he had temporarily lost his job, graciously introduced him to a job at the front desk of the Musicians' Guild, allowing him to get an easy job.

Marcono heard the sound of the carriage stopping outside the door, he put down his book, looked up, and looked out the door.

Outside the carriage stepped a gentleman in his twenties, dressed in a long beige trench coat and a light gray wide-brimmed hat. The trench coat was unbuttoned, and the dark gray waistcoat and pants inside him could be seen, as well as the brown striped tie at the neckline.

After he stepped out of the carriage, he turned and held out his hand to the carriage door. A silver-white bracelet was placed on his hand, which looked a little thin and pale.

The owner of the hand got out of the car. This is a lady who looks to be only thirteen or fourteen years old, well, in that case it should be called "this young lady". The young lady also wore a beige trench coat and a round hat with a brownish-green ribbon and white light gauze draped over it. The trench coat was a little loose on her body, revealing the brown-edged collar of the white square-necked shirt underneath.

Marcono saw the young lady look up at him, and he saw that she looked as if she had not seen the light of day for a long time, her complexion looked very pale, and there was a hint of a smile on her softly lined face.

The young lady didn't seem to be in good shape, Markono thought, her face pale like one of Fenerport's many legendary vampires.

He saw the two of them walking towards here, and he subconsciously put away the book and stood up.

The young lady walked to the front desk and asked softly, "Hello, this gentleman." Is Mr. Conte here today? ”

Marcorno couldn't help but pause and looked at the young lady.

......

Agnes was keenly aware of the gentleman's stiffness at the front desk, she frowned slightly, and asked, "What's wrong?" Is Mr. Conte not there? ”

Agnes subconsciously observed the gentleman at the front desk. This gentleman had a pine scent on his body, and he looked only a little older than her, about fifteen or sixteen years old, with brown hair and gray eyes, deep facial features, and a dress in the style of the association's front desk. There are some calluses on the hands, but they are not very thick enough to affect the dexterity of the fingers. Agnes speculated that he had been engaged in manual labor, but not for a long time. The knuckles on his left hand and the calluses on the side of the tiger's mouth are more obvious, and it seems that he is more accustomed to using his left hand.

Angnes noticed that his fingernails were cut short and almost covered in flesh, and that the skin of the fingertips of his left hand was full of new calluses, and that she could smell the pine scent from the gentleman, and that Angnes judged that he should have been learning the violin for a while, but not very long.

Agnes unconsciously had a guess, she smiled a little brighter, and asked, "Are you Mr. Conte's new student?" Markono Costa? ”

Markono nodded subconsciously, then asked with some annoyance at his reaction, "This young lady, do you have anything to do with Mr. Conte?" ”

He suddenly remembered that Mr. Conte had told him that he was not Mr. Conte's only student.

He hesitated for a moment and asked, "Are you another student of Mr. Conte?" ”

Agnes nodded calmly.

Marcono looked at Agnes in surprise.

He hadn't seen another student of Mr. Conte, thinking he wouldn't see him, but he didn't expect to see each other here today.

When he knew that Mr. Conte had another student, when he asked about the identity of the other student, Mr. Conte hesitated for a long time, and finally only told him that the other party was a noble lady, and the others refused to say anything.

He asked Mr. Conte when he would be able to see him, and Mr. Conte only said that something had happened to him recently, and he was not sure if he would be able to see him in the future.

He didn't know what was going on with him, but he always felt that Mr. Conte was very pessimistic about being able to see him.

He had always wondered why Mr. Conte felt he couldn't see each other, but now he understood.

Looking at the appearance of this young lady, it is obvious that she was very sick before. Probably because Mr. Conte knew about the other party's illness and felt that she might not be able to come to the musicians' association in the future, and it would be difficult for him to enter a noble family.

But today this young lady is here, and it seems that her condition has improved.

"My name is Agnes Pagni, you can just call me Agnes." Agnes said with a smile.

Markono nodded and said, "Yes, Miss Agnes." ”

Agnes shook her head and said, "Don't add 'Miss', just call me 'Agnes'." ”

Markono hesitated for a moment and said, "Okay, Agnes. Mr. Conte is upstairs rehearsing the band in preparation for next month's concert. ”

"Okay." Agnes smiled and nodded.

Marcono hesitated for a moment and said, "I'll go up with you." ”

Agnes shook her head and said, "No need, I'll just go up myself." Don't you need to look here? ”

"Okay." Marcono hesitated for a moment, did not insist, he nodded, and said, "Mr. Conte is in room one." ”

Rehearsal Room 1 is the largest rehearsal room of the Musicians Guild and can almost be seen as a small concert hall.

Agnes smiled and said, "See you then, Marcorno." ”

"Well, see you later." Marcorno said.

Agnes turned to Aurelio and said, "Let's go up." ”

Aurelio nodded.

......

Agnes heard the music at the top of the stairs, and instead of rushing in, she stood at the door of the first rehearsal room and listened quietly.

It is a symphony of grandeur, in which Agnes hears the highlands, hears the moors, hears the winds, hears the showers; She also heard people roaring, weapons clinging, the sky overcast, yellow sand; She heard someone crying, reduced to bones; She heard someone laughing maniacally, and she fell to her death on the battlefield again.

Agnes sighed slightly, knowing that this was another symphony from Mr. Conte's experience in the Southern Continent. She didn't know much about the situation in the southern continent, only that there was a lot of war and the conflict was intensifying.