Agnes looked at Mr. Conte with some concern and asked, "Did Mr. Conte just remember something important?" Looks like you're thinking a lot. ”

Mr. Conte shook his head with a smirk and said, "It's not important, I just remember some things from my past." ”

Angnes actually knew a little more about Mr. Conte's past, from Mr. Conte's own account and from some information mentioned by her father, mother, and others.

Originally from the petty aristocracy of the city of Fenerport, Mr. Conte was known for his musical talent at a very young age. About ten years ago, for some reason, Mr. Conte left Fenerport for the Southern Continent, where he became a member of the Rose School of Temperance and became an extraordinary. A year and a half ago, for some unknown reason, Mr. Conte returned to Fenerport City and actively sought the protection and surveillance of the Mother Earth Church of God. After a year of observation, Mother Earth Church believes that Mr. Conte can be trusted to a certain extent. So about half a year ago, I became my own music teacher and occult teacher.

Instead of asking Mr. Conte again, Agnes asked, "Mr. Conte, what do you think would be the better name for these two pieces?" ”

Mr. Conte couldn't help but laugh and said, "This is your own song, and you don't have any idea of naming it?" ”

Agnes just smiled a little embarrassedly.

Mr. Conte rubbed his temples helplessly, thought for a moment and said, "I have some ideas for that variation of yours, it might as well be called "Morning by the Lake." ”

Agnes casually marked the name behind the sheet music.

"What about the minuet?" Agnes asked.

Mr. Conte reached out and tapped Agnes lightly on the head.

"Think for yourself." He said with a smile in his eyes.

Agnes rubbed where she had been knocked and looked at Mr. Conte.

Mr. Conte laughed helplessly and said, "Don't be fooled. ”

"Okay." Angnes put away the score with some frustration and said, "Then Mr. Conte, I'll go first today." ”

Outside the window, it was already close to dusk, and it was already close to six o'clock.

"You wait." Mr. Conte reached out and stopped her.

He stood up, walked to the hanger, took a brooch from the inside of his shirt and handed it to Agnes.

Agnes subconsciously took the brooch. This brooch is small, made of metal and inlaid with red glass, in the shape of an open rose and three rose buds on the back.

"What is this?" Agnes looked at Mr. Conte suspiciously.

Mr. Conte's blue eyes stared at Agnes earnestly, and said, "A token." It once had a certain amount of extraordinary power, but now it is no longer valid. However, it is still possible to prove identity. ”

Agnes did not speak, waiting for Mr. Conte to finish.

"It's useless to me now, so I'll give it to you now. If you have the chance, you can use it to go to Cain Chester, who was my former teacher. ”

"But I don't think it's going to be a good time to leave Fenerport." Agnes couldn't help but say.

"Maybe." Mr. Conte smiled with a slight sense of confusion and said, "But you at least have a better chance than I am, I'm old, and I don't have the face to meet Mr. Cain." ”

"I'm just giving it to you, it doesn't matter if you have the chance to use it or not."

Agnes moved her lips, but didn't say anything.

"Are you trying to ask me why I didn't dare to meet my teacher?" Mr. Conte said with a smile as he watched Agnes' movements.

Agnes hesitated, but before she could make any moves, Monsieur Conte explained to himself.

"I've always been a timid person." Mr. Conte tilted his head slightly to look at the sunset outside the window, and said: "I have digested the 'madman' potion very early, but I can't make up my mind to promote the 'werewolf', and even chose to leave in the end, when they need it most." ”

Mr. Conte's tone grew agitated, his face flushed, and he could even see the green veins on his neck blooming.

"Mr. Conte!" Agnes reached out and pressed him, shouting in a low voice, "Calm down." ”

Mr. Conte stopped his words, and his face gradually softened.

"I'm sorry, I lost my temper." Mr. Conte leaned back on the back of the couch and rubbed his temples with his eyes closed.

Agnes pinned the rose brooch to the hem of her shirt and said comfortingly, "Mr. Conte, I will definitely look for Mr. Chester if I have the chance." ”

Mr. Conte opened his eyes and nodded, and said, "When I left, Mr. Cain was still in Bayam. ”

Agnes nodded her head to indicate that she remembered.

She stood up and said to Mr. Conte, "Then Mr. Conte, I'll go first." ”

Mr. Conte nodded, and added: "You have been working on these two pieces of yours for this time, and I will see if I can add them to the repertoire of the concert on June 20th." ”

"Okay." Agnes nodded and said.

"Goodbye, then, Mr. Conte." Angnes saw that Mr. Conte had nothing to add, so she said.

Mr. Conte smiled and waved.

Agnes walked out the door and downstairs.

Downstairs, Marcono was still sitting behind the front desk, he lit an oil lamp and was flipping through a textbook.

"Marcorno." Agnes called softly.

Marcorno looked up and saw that it was Agnes, who closed the book and got up and walked over.

"You're leaving?" Markono asked.

"Yes, it's getting late, I have to go back." Agnes nodded, and she asked, "Do you still want to stay at the front desk?" ”

"Ah, I won't be needed soon." Marcono said with a smile.

Agnes nodded, she hesitated for a moment and asked, "What about Mr. Conte?" ”

"Mr. Conte should have had to rehearse again today, and then one of my lessons."

Agnes nodded and said with a smile: "Come on, I look forward to your early departure." ”

"Well, thank you." Marcono also responded with a smile.

"Mr. Conte said that I was very musically talented, and that at my pace, I would be able to become a qualified violinist in about four or five years."

"You're practicing the violin with Mr. Conte?" Agnes asked.

Marcorno nodded.

"That's good, Mr. Conte's violin technique is very good. With him as a teacher, as long as you are willing to work hard, you will definitely become a famous violinist. ”

"Well, I'll try." Marcorno nodded.

"See you tomorrow, then, Marcorno, and it's time for me to go home."

"See you tomorrow, Agnes."

Agnes walked out of the doors of the Musicians' Guild and got into the carriage.