Agnes listened carefully to the lecturer's explanation of the background of each important document without saying much.
"The content in this notebook is written using a unique symbol. This mysterious symbol was created by the original Emperor Roselle. It has not been deciphered yet. We call it 'Roselle'. Many historians and Archaeologists believe that the contents recorded in these notes should be Emperor Roselle’s most unknown secrets.”
At this point, the commentator suddenly said with some emotion: "I also participated in the cracking work of Roselvin when I was young, but unfortunately I did not achieve any meaningful results."
"The symbol designed by Emperor Roselle is indeed too difficult." A young nobleman next to him also sighed.
Agnes focused her attention on the conversation between them, and turned her eyes to the open notebook, which she seemed to be scanning quite seriously.
"On July 12th, I can't bear it anymore. My legs hurt from squatting in pits. I must build the toilet first!"
"On July 20th, the people from the Artisan Church did all these things! But this is just convenient for me to show off my power."
"August 9th. I have been feeling out of shape for the past two days. I can't even get interested in the Baroness. I must be weak, right? Damn it, why don't the generals strengthen their bodies!"
"August 11th, okay, okay, okay, it's not my problem alone. Why do almost everyone in Trier seem a little depressed these days? Could it be some evil god?"
"On August 15th, it seems to have recovered. There was definitely something wrong with what happened a few days ago! But even the deacons in the church don't seem to know the reason."
"August 16th, Mrs. Till is so beautiful."
Agnes scanned the contents of the two spread pages, then looked away and casually asked the commentator: "Did Emperor Roselle teach his children or other trusted people when he was alive?" How do people interpret this mysterious symbol he designed?"
The commentator shook his head and said: "As far as I know, no. Otherwise, we wouldn't need to spend so much energy trying to decipher these symbols."
Agnes nodded and said: "Indeed, everyone has some secrets that they don't want anyone to know. It's just that Emperor Roselle's way of keeping secrets is more novel. After all, Emperor Roselle has always been a A 'creative' person."
The commentator nodded and said, "That's right."
"Okay, please move on, everyone. Let's enter the next exhibition hall - 'The Warm Russell'." Seeing that the group of people stopped asking questions, the commentator said again.
"Are you interested in Emperor Roselle's notes?" Aurelio walked a little behind the other noble youths, walked to Agnes, and asked with a smile.
"No, I'm just more interested in his way of designing cipher text to write his own secrets." Agnes shook her head, stood up, glanced back at the notes behind her, and said.
"Is that so?" Aurelio sighed meaningfully and asked, "Does Agnes have her own little secret?"
Agnes took advantage of the people in front of her not paying attention, quietly glared at Aurelio, and then quickly followed the people in front of her.
The docent probably lacked enough emotional resonance for these poems and toys, so his explanation was a little dry. Agnes followed along, bored, and walked to the next exhibition hall.
"This exhibition hall focuses on the artistic contributions of Emperor Roselle. We can see several musical instruments she designed and all the manuscripts of his literary influential novels..."
Agnes listened and stopped in front of a display cabinet.
"Guitar," Aurelio said, standing next to Agnes, "I have heard of this instrument, but I have never seen anyone playing it."
"Yes, among the several musical instruments made by Emperor Russell, it is the only one that is not very lucky."
"Can you play it?" Aurelio asked.
Agnes hesitated for a moment, then nodded, and added: "Although my music teacher has not taught me this, it has some similarities with the way to play the Fenebote."
"Then I'll buy you one when you go back, and you can play it for me." Aurelio said with a smile.
"Then you have to be mentally prepared. The playing posture of this kind of piano may not be as elegant as the violin and piano." Agnes said pretending to be serious.
...
Aurelio looked at Agnes with her left leg on the footstool and her right foot on the ground and parted to the right. He raised his eyebrows slightly but said nothing.
Agnes looked a little unfamiliar as she held the piano. She adjusted the tune casually, then raised her head and asked, "Do you want to hear something gentler or something rougher?"
"A rougher one?" Aurelio raised his eyebrows 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 is better to raise your head to suit your perception."
Agnes thought for a moment, pursed her lips, and started playing.
She seemed to have plucked the strings three times, staring at her left hand with some concentration, looking a little nervous.
This was a piece of music that sounded melodious and slightly sad. Aurelio sat upright and listened carefully.
The whole song lasted for about ten minutes, and Agnes kept tilting her body to the left, frowning slightly.
Aurelio waited for Agnes to finish playing, clapped cooperatively, and asked, "It sounds great. What's the name of this piece?"
Agnes laughed and replied: "The Magic Flute Variations."
"I haven't played it for a long time, so 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 Emperor Roselle."
"Yes." Agnes nodded.
"Who composed this piece? It sounds nice." Aurelio asked.
Agnes was silent for a while and said, "Saul is not a famous composer now."
"It's true that I haven't heard of it." Aurelio nodded. Seeing that Agnes didn't seem to be very interested, he said instead: "You said before that the guitar playing posture was not very elegant, and you were indeed right."
Agnes stared at Aurelio and raised her eyebrows, but said nothing.
"Okay, okay," Aurelio raised his hands and compromised: "Even so, our Agnes is still dazzling enough."
Agnes then snorted softly and put the piano in her arms on the table.
