Agnes walked over to the empty audience and sat down, looking at the busy scene on the stage, slightly distracted.

In fact, she didn't have to come so early today, but she still subconsciously came early to watch the preparations for this rehearsal, although these preparations had nothing to do with her.

"Nervous?" Mr. Conte walked over to the seat next to Agnes and sat down.

"It's fine." Agnes hooked the corners of her mouth slightly and said.

Mr. Conte nodded, smiled, and said, "When my first piece was to be played at the concert, I came to the concert hall so early, staring at every detail, afraid that something would go wrong. ”

"I was a lot more nervous than you were at the time, because music was my whole business at the time."

Agnes couldn't help but smile and said, "I've seen it in the newspapers, Mr. Conte, your first piece of music entered the concert hall at the age of 12, and the newspapers at the time called you 'a once-in-a-century musical genius'." ”

Mr. Conte shook his head helplessly and said, "It's not as exaggerated as the newspapers say, I'm just lucky." I do have some skills, and my father and my teacher have some connections in music, so my music can be successfully spread. ”

"That's pretty good, too." Agnes propped her chin and looked at Mr. Conte.

Mr. Conte shook his head, sighed, and said: "It's not a good thing to become famous too early, especially when many times your talent and status don't match. ”

"At that time, I may have been younger than you, and I didn't know how shallow and ridiculous the world I knew, and I was put on the altar of God."

"At that time, I was just proudly putting what I loved and what I hated into music, and then I was intoxicated by people's praise, believing that I was really as 'talented' as people's praise."

"Until...... I realized my flaws and chose to leave Fenerport City. ”

"I was like the nobleman in the story told by Rousaille the Great who asked why the poor people didn't eat broth when they didn't have bread to eat."

Agnes listened in silence to Mr. Conte, and did not speak.

Although she has a certain understanding of what happened to Mr. Conte when he was young from many sources, in fact, she only "understands" it, and many things are not witnesses, and there is no way to understand the other party's state of mind at that time.

Agnes only knew that Mr. Conte, after a period of fame in Fenerport, chose to leave the city and eventually went to the Southern Continent.

But why would a musician who became famous at a young age leave his homeland and give up everything he had? What happened in between, Agnes didn't know.

Mr. Conte was vague when he mentioned the reasons for his departure from Fenerport, and it was clear that it was an experience that he did not want to mention even himself, and it must have been something that touched him so much that he could not face it even now.

Agnes was not in the habit of inquiring into the privacy of the other party, and there was no need for Agnes to know about it. Since Mr. Conte did not tell her directly, she would not have asked for it, lest he touch some of the scars that Mr. Conte did not want to be known about.

Mr. Conte's blue eyes stared at Agnes for a long time, and seeing that Agnes was just listening to his words without saying a word, he finally laughed and scolded, and said, "Agnes, you are really ......"

Agnes stared intently at Mr. Conte, waiting for Mr. Conte's next step.

"When people get older, they always like to remember the things that happened before and say things that young people don't like to hear. Let's say something else. ”

Monsieur Conte stopped talking, looked away from his gaze at Agnes, and shifted the subject.

"What have you been playing lately?" Mr. Conte asked.

Agnes didn't care about the comments that Mr. Conte was about to make, nodded and said, "I'm trying something different. ”

"I've even heard of the performances you've attended at the prom this month." Mr. Conte shook his head helplessly and said.

"Oh, what did they say about me?" Agnes asked with interest.

Mr. Conte smiled helplessly, and said, "I think you should have guessed for yourself that you have a new nickname, 'Strange Miss Pagani', and that there are many people who say that Count Pagni's family has produced a 'philosopher' and has been trying to spread her strange ideas to others. ”

Agnes couldn't help but laugh, even her eyebrows curled, revealing her sharp tiger teeth, and said, "This is what I was looking forward to." ”

Mr. Conte shook his head and said: "Our role is more dangerous than that of many ways, and many times our own state is more important, and the feedback of others is secondary. ”

"We are more on the verge of madness and loss of control than other extraordinary people, so we need to pay more attention to our own state."

"After I was promoted to 'Crazy', my teacher asked me to examine myself many times to see if my true personality and psychological state had been deviated too much by the influence of potions. It was only after that that he asked me to restrain my madness and suppress my desires. Honestly, if you hadn't played it in front of me, I would have really thought you had become what you were rumored. ”

"It's necessary, but some subtle changes are still hard to spot?" Agnes asked.

Mr. Conte's blue eyes looked at Agnes for a long time before he said, "Agnes, what do you think is the extraordinary?" ”

"From the beginning of the path of the extraordinary, the extraordinary is eternal and mad until death."

"Like the ship of Theseus that Rose the Great had spoken of, the wood on the ship was gradually replaced until all the wood was no longer the original wood. From the moment we embarked on the path of the extraordinary, the madness in our bodies gradually accumulated, until the madness annihilated us, leaving only a monster with the same name as ourselves. ”

"I know." Agnes interjected.

"I guess it's a given. If you want to gain strength beyond ordinary people, you always have to pay a matching price. It's just that the price of the extraordinary is a little greater, and henceforth it is accompanied by misfortune and madness. ”

Agnes's words stopped, and the two of them fell silent at the same time.

"Let's not talk about that yet."

Mr. Conte's face changed the subject very well, and he said: "You look much better now than you did when I first became a madman, and even a little more lively than when I first met you." I was in a lot of pain when I was digesting the potion, and many times I almost thought I was going to lose control. ”