This room has huge windows with stained glass panels. The light shines through the stained glass onto the light brown carpet, bringing a solemn and solemn feeling.
"This is my usual prayer room. I usually meditate here," Mr. Conti said. "Sit down in a comfortable position."
Agnes took off her shoes by the door and stepped barefoot on the carpet. The carpet is soft and not scratchy at all. Agnes walked a short distance into the room, then knelt down and sat on the carpet.
Mr. Conti knocked his forehead and said angrily: "I forgot you were wearing a skirt. Forget it, stand up."
Agnes stood up obediently.
"The bonus effect of the prisoner sequence on spirituality is not very prominent, but the effect on physical enhancement is obvious. You have just taken the magic potion, and you do not have enough control over the power of the potion and do not know how to restrain it. You need to pay attention during this period and try to avoid just matter." Mr. Conti said seriously.
Agnes nodded.
"Meditation can help you harness the power of the potion. First, empty your mind and imagine a simple object in your mind."
Agnes concentrated her attention and sketched in her mind her own black diary with a pressed rose-like pattern on the cover. She felt the roar in her ears completely disappear.
"Okay, then replace it with something imaginary that doesn't exist in this world."
Something that doesn't exist? Agnes suddenly remembered the darkness she had seen before. Was it her hallucination or a real existence? She tried to recall the darkness she saw, but for some reason, Agnes could never remember what that darkness looked like. So, Agnes randomly sketched a gray ocean to replace the black notebook. The ocean was filled with illusory waves, and Agnes felt as if her body and mind had settled down. Agnes subconsciously restrained her spirituality. She felt a sense of solidity that she had never felt before. There was darkness all around, as if she was in her mother's womb.
"How is it?" Mr. Conti asked after Agnes opened her eyes.
"Very comfortable," Agnes replied.
"Did you see any colored patches or anything like that?" Mr. Conti asked.
Agnes shook her head.
Mr. Conti hesitated for a moment and rubbed Agnes's hair, "It's okay. If you practice more in this way, you will master it soon."
After thinking about it, Mr. Conti added: "Remember to practice every day. This will help you maintain your condition."
"The 'Prisoner' potion can strengthen our body, sharpen our perception, and master many criminal skills, such as using wire to open locks, digging tunnels with spoons, and killing people with anything we can get. According to the church's information, it is believed that we have both Silent on the outside and crazy on the inside, that’s the truth.”
"Although Extraordinaries of any sequence are always fighting against danger and madness, there is no doubt that the prisoner sequence is at the forefront in terms of easily losing control. Therefore, you must remember what I say below. "
Mr. Conti's expression was more serious than ever before, and Agnes couldn't help but hold her breath.
"The mind is a prisoner of the body, and the body is a prisoner of the world. Therefore, use reason, body, and even the world to restrain your spiritual desires and madness, and do not indulge them at non-critical moments." Mr. Conti said slowly and solemnly Said this sentence.
"The mind is the prisoner of the body, and the body is the prisoner of the world." Agnes repeated this sentence, chewing the meaning of it carefully.
"Yes, don't forget this sentence at any time." Mr. Conti said, looking seriously into Agnes's eyes.
Agnes nodded solemnly.
"Okay, let's talk about something light-hearted." Mr. Conti smiled, easing the dull atmosphere. "I am your music teacher now, and I need to ask for your opinion on arranging lessons."
"Do you have any requirements for class time?"
Agnes shook her head, "Mr. Conti, I can come anytime. Didn't my father and mother discuss this with you?"
"They want to do it twice a week, on Mondays and Thursdays. But I still want to ask what you think."
"I have no objection."
"Then what did your previous teacher Miller teach you?"
Agnes thought for a while and replied: "Sight-singing, listening, and some music theory knowledge. Teacher Miller taught me piano and theory knowledge at the same time. He paid more attention to polishing my piano skills."
Mr. Conti was not satisfied with Agnes's answer and said, "Forget it, tomorrow is Thursday. I will check your grasp. Well, should it be called a 'bottom test'?"
Agnes paused. Mr. Conti looked at Agnes and asked with a smile: "What's wrong? Don't be nervous, just see where you have learned."
"I just haven't taken a test in a long time." Agnes whispered.
Mr. Conti sighed, rubbed Agnes's hair, and said, "Let's go downstairs first."
Agnes went downstairs with Mr. Conti. She saw her mother and Ms. Jones sitting on a bench under the stained glass, talking about something.
"Mom!" Agnes walked over.
"It seems that the prisoner's potion is really helpful for little Agnes' condition, but we need to continue to observe it." Ms. Jones looked at Agnes carefully and then said.
"Let's go to the training ground first." Mother took Agnes's hand.
Several people walked into an underground passage. There were vines like tree roots growing in the passage, giving off little glimmers of light in the darkness. There are stairs leading to the ground between the vines.
Several people walked for about 10 minutes and went up about the seventh staircase to the basement of a building. Walking out of the basement, you see a club-like place, empty and empty.
"This is the Joseph Club, a famous shooting club in Feneport City that provides fighting and shooting training. But it's morning now, and no one is here." Ms. Jones explained casually.
The waiter saw Ms. Jones and led them into a separate room. This room is about the size of a dance studio. There are several small rooms on the side, which are probably bathrooms and changing rooms.
Mother took Agnes to the dressing room to change out of her dress. Agnes carefully changed into a white training uniform.
Mother looked at Agnes carefully and frowned.
"This training suit doesn't seem to fit you very well. Maybe you should ask someone at the clothing store to make a new one for you."
Agnes looked in the mirror. The girl in the mirror was wearing white training clothes and looked thin and pale. Agnes understood the reason for her mother's frown. The training clothes were loose and made her look a little too thin.
She nodded, indicating her agreement.
The two walked out of the locker room. Ms. Jones and Mr. Conte had changed into training clothes and were waiting.
"I think we first need to test your current strength." Ms. Jones glanced at Mr. Conti and said.
Ms. Jones showed Agnes how to use the strength-testing instrument.
"Test the left hand first, then the right hand."
Agnes followed Ms. Jones's demonstration and tested them separately.
"The left hand weighs 280 pounds and the right hand weighs 300 pounds, which is about the same as an average adult man." Ms. Jones jotted down the values in her notebook.
"It may be related to the fact that little Agnes was originally thin and should have been taller." Mr. Conti said.
"You probably need to get used to your sudden increase in strength recently." Ms. Jones said with a smile to Agnes.
"Of course, what I want to teach you today is basic fighting skills. After taking the potion, your physical fitness is no longer a problem, and I can start teaching you directly. From now on, except Sunday, you need to be here every afternoon. Come, until your fighting skills are up to standard, and I will also instruct you on the use of firearms and the use of prisoners' potion abilities," Mr. Conti said.
"Okay, Mr. Conti." Agnes nodded.
Ms. Jones pushed her mother and the two left the training room.
"Let's get started," Mr. Conti said after seeing the two leave.
"What shall we begin with?" Agnes asked.
"Let's start with strength and endurance exercises." Mr. Conti smiled. "The power of the potion has given you strength comparable to that of an adult man, so you need to increase the amount of these exercises."
"That's all you need to train today, and the training will be the same for a period of time later, until you reach the strength and endurance standards that a 'prisoner' should have."
