There was no one at the Feneport City Musicians Association in the afternoon. Marcono Costa took out an introductory music book and started reading in his free time.
Marcono Costa is a poor boy without a father or mother, but he considers himself lucky. Fortunately, he met his teacher Mr. Conti when he was not numb from the pressure of life.
His teacher, learning that he had temporarily lost his job, graciously offered him a cushy job at the front desk of the Musicians Association.
Marcono heard the sound of the carriage stopping outside the door. He put down his book, raised his head and looked outside the door.
A gentleman in his twenties stepped out of the carriage outside the door. He was wearing a beige long trench coat and a light gray wide-brimmed hat. The buttons of the windbreaker were undone, and you could see the dark gray vest and trousers underneath, as well as the brown striped tie at the collar.
After he got off the carriage, he turned around and stretched out his hand towards the carriage door. A hand with a silver bracelet rested on his hand. The hand looked a little thin and pale.
The owner of the hand got out of the car. This is a lady who looks to be only thirteen or fourteen years old. Well, in this case she should be called "this lady". This lady also wore a beige windbreaker and a round hat with a brown-green ribbon and white gauze. This windbreaker seemed a little loose on her body, revealing the brown-edged collar of the white square-necked shirt underneath.
Marcono saw the young lady looking up at him. He saw that she looked like she had not seen the light of day for a long time. Her complexion looked very pale, and there was a smile on her soft-lined face.
The lady didn't seem to be in good health, Marcono thought. Her face was as pale as many of the legendary vampires in Feneport.
He saw the two people walking towards here, he subconsciously put away the book and stood up.
The lady walked to the front desk and asked softly: "Hello, sir. Is Mr. Conti here today?"
Marcono couldn't help but move and looked at the young lady.
...
Agnes keenly noticed that the gentleman at the front desk stiffened. She frowned slightly and asked, "What's wrong? Isn't Mr. Conti not here?"
Agnes subconsciously observed the gentleman at the front desk. This gentleman smelled of pine. He looked to be only a little older than her, about fifteen or sixteen years old. He had brown hair, gray eyes, and deep facial features. He was wearing the association's front desk uniform. There are some calluses on the hands, but they are not very thick and do not affect the flexibility of the fingers. Agnes speculated that he had been engaged in manual labor, but not particularly long. The calluses on the middle finger joint of his left hand and the side of the tiger's mouth are more obvious. It seems that he is more accustomed to using his left hand.
Agnes found that the nails on his hands were cut very short and were almost covered with flesh. New thin calluses could be seen on the skin on the fingertips of his left hand, which matched the pine she smelled coming from this gentleman. From the fragrance, Agnes judged that he must have been learning the violin for a while, but it shouldn't have been very long.
Agnes unconsciously came up with a guess. She smiled brightly and asked, "Are you Mr. Conti's new student? Marcono Costa?"
Marcono nodded subconsciously, and then, somewhat annoyed by his reaction, asked: "Miss, do you have anything to do with Mr. Conti?"
He suddenly remembered that Mr. Conti had told him that he was not Mr. Conti's only student.
He hesitated and asked: "Are you another student of Mr. Conti?"
Agnes nodded calmly.
Marcono looked at Agnes in surprise.
He had never seen Mr. Conti's other student and thought he would never see him again. Unexpectedly, he saw him here today.
At that time, when he knew that Mr. Conti had another student, when he asked about the other student's identity, Mr. Conti hesitated for a long time, and finally just told him that the other student was a noble lady, and refused to say anything else.
He asked Mr. Conti when he could see the other party. Mr. Conti only said that something happened to the other party recently and he was not sure whether he could see him in the future.
He didn't know what happened to the other party, but he always felt that Mr. Conte was very pessimistic about being able to see the other party.
He had always wondered before why Mr. Conti felt that he could not see the other party, but now he understood.
From the look of this young lady, it was obvious that she had been seriously ill. Probably Mr. Conti knew about the other party's condition and felt that she might not be able to come back to the Musicians Association in the future, and it would be difficult for him to enter a noble family.
But this young lady came here today, and her condition seems to have improved.
"My name is Agnes Pagani, you can just call me Agnes." Agnes said with a smile.
Marcono nodded and said, "Okay, Miss Agnes."
Agnes shook her head and said, "Don't add 'Miss', just call me 'Agnice'."
Marcono hesitated and said, "Okay, Agnes. Mr. Conti is upstairs rehearsing the band in preparation for next month's concert."
"Okay." Agnes smiled and nodded.
Marcono hesitated and said, "I'll accompany you up."
Agnes shook her head and said, "No, I can just go up by myself. Don't you need to watch here?"
"Okay." Marcono hesitated, but did not insist. He nodded and said, "Mr. Conti, Rehearsal Room No. 1."
Rehearsal Room No. 1 is the largest rehearsal room of the Musicians Association and can almost be regarded as a small concert hall.
Agnes smiled and said, "See you then, Marcono."
"Well, see you later," Marcono said.
Agnes turned to Aurelio and said: "Let's go up."
Aurelio nodded.
...
Agnes heard the music at the top of the stairs. She did not rush in, but stood at the door of rehearsal room No. 1 and listened quietly.
This was a majestic symphony, from which Agnes heard the highlands, the wilderness, the strong wind, and the showers; she also heard people roaring, weapons clashing, the sky gloomy, and yellow. The sand filled the air; she heard someone crying and turned into bones; she heard someone laughing wildly and then fell dead on the battlefield.
Agnes sighed slightly, knowing that this was another symphony from Mr. Conti's experience in the southern continent. She didn't know much about the situation in the Southern Continent, she only knew that wars were raging there and the conflicts were getting worse day by day.
