Agnes listened attentively to the docent's explanation of the background of the important documents, but did not speak much.

"The contents of this notebook are written using a unique symbol. This mysterious symbol was created by the original Rousail the Great, and has not been deciphered so far, we call it 'Rousselvin'. Many historians and archaeologists believe that the contents of these notes are probably the best kept secret of Roselle the Great. ”

Speaking of this, the narrator suddenly said with a little emotion: "When I was young, I also participated in Rousselvin's cracking work, but unfortunately I didn't achieve any meaningful results. ”

"The symbols designed by Rousaille the Great are indeed too difficult." An aristocratic young man next to him also sighed.

Agnes focused on their conversation, turning her gaze to the unfolded notebook, which she scanned with a rather serious look.

"On July 12th, I can't bear it anymore, my legs hurt from squatting in the pit, I must make the flush toilet first!"

"On the twentieth of July, the people of the Church of the Artisans did all this! But that's where I can do my best. ”

"August 9th, these two days I always feel out of shape, even the Baroness can't be very interested, I can't be vain, right? Damn, why don't generalists strengthen their bodies! ”

"August 11th, it's okay, it's not my problem. Why is it that almost all the people in Trier seem to be a little depressed these days? It can't be a bad god, right? ”

"On August 15th, it seems to have recovered, and there was definitely something wrong with things the other day! But even the deacons in the church don't know why. ”

"On the sixteenth of August, Mrs. Til is so beautiful."

Agnes roughly scanned the two pages that had been spread out, then looked away, and casually asked the narrator, "Did Rousail the Great, when he was alive, teach his children or other trusted people how to interpret this mysterious symbol he designed?" ”

The narrator shook his head and said, "As far as I know, no, otherwise we wouldn't have spent so much effort trying to decipher these symbols." ”

Agnes nodded and said, "Indeed, but anyone has some secrets that they don't want anyone to know, it's just that Rousaille the Great keeps secrets in a more novel way, after all, Roussel the Great has always been a 'creative' person." ”

The narrator nodded and said, "That's right. ”

"Okay, please move on, let's move on to the next exhibition hall - 'Warm Russell'." The narrator saw that the group no longer asked questions, and spoke again.

"Are you interested in Roselle the Great's notes?" Aurelio was a little behind the other noble youths, walked up to Agnes, and asked with a smile.

"No, I'm just more interested in his way of designing ciphertext and writing his own secrets." Agnes shook her head, stood up, glanced back at the notes behind her, and spoke.

"Well," Aurelio sighed meaningfully, "and Agnes has her own little secret?" ”

Taking advantage of the lack of attention from the people in front of her, Agnes quietly glared at Aurelio, and then quickly followed the people in front of her.

The narrator, probably lacking enough emotional resonance for these poems and small toys, explained a little dryly, and Agnes followed with some boredom to the next exhibition hall.

"This gallery concentrates on the artistic contributions of Roussel the Great, and we can see that there are several musical instruments designed by her and all the manuscripts of his novels that were influential in literature......"

Agnes listened as she paused in front of a display case.

"Guitar," said Aurelio, standing next to Agnes, "I've heard of this instrument, but I haven't seen anyone play it very much. ”

"Yes, it is the only instrument made by Russell the Great that was not very lucky."

"Will you play it?" Aurelio asked.

Agnes hesitated for a moment before nodding her head and adding, "Although my music teacher didn't teach me, there are some similarities between how it is played on the Fenerport. ”

"Then I'll buy you a handful when I go back, and you can play it for me." Aurerio said with a smile.

"Then you have to be mentally prepared that this kind of piano may not play as elegantly as the violin and piano." Agnes said with a pretending of seriousness.

......

Aurelio watched as Agnes stepped on the footstool with her left leg and her right foot on the ground and parted to the right, raised an eyebrow slightly, but did not speak.

Agnes held the piano a little rustily, and adjusted the tone casually before looking up and asking, "Do you want to listen to something gentle, or something rough?" ”

"A little rougher? Aurelio raised an eyebrow and asked, "What kind of roughness?" ”

Agnes raised her eyebrows and said, "Forget it, in order for you to have a good first impression of it, it's better to pick the first one that is more in line with your cognition." ”

Agnes thought for a moment, pursed her lips, and began to play.

She looked like she had plucked the strings three times, staring intently at her left hand with a nervous expression.

It sounded melodious and slightly sad, and Aurelio sat up straight and listened attentively.

The whole piece was played for about ten minutes, and Agnes kept her weight tilted to the left, frowning slightly.

Aurelio waited for Agnes to finish, applauded very cooperatively, and asked, "Nice, what's the name of this piece?" ”

Agnes laughed and replied, "Variations on the Magic Flute." ”

"I haven't played it for a long time, it's a little rusty, and there are some omissions in some places."

"Really? I can't hear it anyway. Aurelio said with a shrug.

"However, 'The Magic Flute' seems to be one of the fairy tales written by Rousail the Great."

"Yes." Agnes nodded.

"Who is the composer of this piece? Sounds great. Aurelio asked.

Agnes was silent for a while, then said, "Saul is not the composer who is famous now. ”

"I really haven't heard of it." Aurelio nodded, and seeing that Agnes didn't seem to be very interested, he said instead, "You said before that the guitar playing posture is not very elegant, and you are indeed not wrong. ”

Agnes stared at Aurelio and raised an eyebrow, but didn't speak.

"Alright, alright," Aurelio said, holding up his hands, "even so, our Agnes are still dazzling enough. ”

Agnes snorted softly and placed the piano in her arms on the table.