A cacophony of sounds came from outside the car window, and Agnes gently lifted the curtains.

It's been three days since she left the church. For the past three days, she went to the Fenerport City Musicians Association every day to report and revise the scores of her two pieces.

Mr. Conte has confirmed that two of Agnes' pieces will be played at the concert on June 20, and today Angnes will meet the performers of the two pieces recommended by Mr. Conte.

Either because of her own identity or because of Agnes's own skills and fame, it was impossible for Agnes to play these two pieces herself, so Monsieur Conte recommended a well-known violinist in Fenerport City to play these two pieces by Agnes, and today was the time to meet.

In addition, if there are no accidents, Rhaenys will also come to the musicians association to find her today.

Outside the window was the important street of Fenerport, and Agnes looked at the procession that walked in front of her, looking inexplicable.

The men in the procession were still mostly stout, stained in various garments, and their rough hands were holding the flag, and Angnes' eyes could clearly see that it read:

"Abolition of the Guild System"

"The Guild Returns Our Bread"

Agnes laughed for a moment, and she watched the group slowly move down the street in front of her, without speaking.

The maid who followed her, Hetty, came over curiously and said, "Ah, they did come to the parade today. ”

Agnes tilted her head slightly to look at Hetty, who looked embarrassed and hurriedly returned to her original position.

Agnes chuckled softly and asked, "Do you know a lot about this parade?" ”

Hetty shook her head and said, "I heard from a neighbor when I came home from vacation the day before yesterday, and I heard that many of the people who helped in the guild were preparing to go to the march. ”

"Why do you suddenly want to go to the march?" Agnes asked.

Hetty shook her head and said, "I don't know. ”

Agnes asked again, "Do you know who is in charge?" ”

Hetty recalled it carefully, nodded, and said, "It seems to be, but I didn't pay attention." Miss, if you want to know, I'll go back and ask. ”

Agnes shook her head and said, "No need. ”

She stared incarnately at the parade as she walked by.

"It's organized quickly, and you can draw inferences, but it's a pity ......," Angnes muttered to herself.

"Well, miss, what did you just say?" Hetty didn't hear Agnes' muffled voice, she moved a little closer to Agnes and asked.

"Nothing." Agnes lowered the curtain and said to Hetty, "Let's go, it's getting late." The procession would not be able to pass for a while, so we took a detour. ”

"Yes, miss." Hetty replied, and she turned to convey Angnes' words to the coachman.

The carriage moved slowly, skirting the procession towards the Fenerport City Musicians Association.

......

"Mr. Conte." Agnes walked up to the third floor and knocked lightly on the open door of Mr. Conte's office.

There was one man in the office besides Mr. Conte.

The gentleman had blond hair and green eyes, looked about twenty years old, and looked somewhat fair-skinned. He wears a black waistcoat with a white shirt underneath and a black bow tie.

Agnes stepped into Mr. Conte's office and said apologetically, "I'm sorry for the long wait. ”

"It won't be long." Mr. Conte smiled and said, "We've only been in for a short time. ”

Agnes looked to the side and looked curiously at the blonde man next to her.

"Agnes Pagni, Mr. Conte's student, it's a pleasure to meet you." Agnes took the initiative to reach out and said.

The blonde man hooked the corners of his mouth slightly, and said, "Trevor Accardo, violinist, I hope you are satisfied with my projected collaborator." ”

"Of course I am satisfied, and I am honored that Mr. Accardo is willing to be my performer of these two pieces." Agnes said with a smile.

Trevor Accardo reached out and grabbed Agnes' hand and shook it twice, then let go.

"I've heard Edmundo play two of your pieces, and I liked them, so I accepted Edmundo's invitation to be your two-piece performer." Trevor Accardo said seriously.

Mr. Conte's full name is Edmundo Conte.

"Thank you for the compliment." Agnes said calmly.

"I'd like to see your specific score." Trevor Accardo didn't talk nonsense and asked directly.

"Okay, then I won't talk nonsense." Agnes smiled, took two sheet music from her bag and handed them to Trevor Accardo, who breathed a sigh of relief.

The room fell silent, except for the sound of Trevor Accardo flipping papers and humming.

Trevor Accardo, though not the most famous violinist in Fenerport, is indeed "famous", at least Agnes has heard of his name. As far as Agnes knows, Trevor Accardo became famous five or six years ago, but he has never been particularly popular, and the main reason is not his own level, but his strange pickiness about his repertoire.

Trevor Accardo hasn't actually performed much since he became famous, and he doesn't seem to make a living from playing. His image has always been mysterious, and not many people know about his origins and teachings, at least not for Agnes. She had checked the reports about Trevor Accardo and found that there was very little information about Trevor Accardo's background in these newspapers, either true or rumored.

It's actually odd, and it stands to reason that journalists with a mysterious background like Trevor Accardo should be more interested in what he's behind the scenes.

Agnes observed Trevor Accardo's expression, and although it was clear from the previous words that Trevor Accardo was quite satisfied with his tune, no one knew if he would be dissatisfied with some details and choose to abandon the collaboration.

Although she doesn't particularly attach much importance to whether she can make any achievements in music, after all, this is a song that she spent two months composing, and she still hopes that her two songs can be liked by more people.

Trevor Accardo looked up, smiled at the two people who were looking at him, and said, "What, why do you keep staring at me?" ”

Agnes looked away slightly embarrassed, and Mr. Conte asked bluntly, "How, has it been decided?" ”

Trevor Accardo smiled and said, "Of course, Edmundo. You know very well that I just like the feeling of being clean and pure. ”