Old-time musicians

Monday, November 25, 912, was the funeral day of Anton Konard, professor of music, composer and conductor.

It’s five o’clock in the morning, the night is dark, the lights are sparse, and it’s still some time before people get up to go to work.

There was heavy snow falling in the sky, and the taxis were speeding along the deserted streets.

Wearing a solemn formal suit, Fan Ning leaned on the seat of the carriage, huddled up in the cold, but not sleepy at all.

I didn't sleep deeply all night, and there were too many things in my mind, including pictures of past lives, scenes of time travel, the figure of Teacher Anton, and thoughts of getting something from Viadlin. various kinds of hidden knowledge.

It's already the third day of my time travel.

At the beginning, he felt that Caron's memory was flooding into Fanning's memory on Earth.

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Although he can access the memory of the original owner anytime and anywhere, this sense of priority is clear.

And now

"Although I have initially glimpsed the true will behind the world's appearance, the path of the wise has been clearly presented under my feet..."

"But I can't even tell the difference between my own memories. It's the consciousness of Caron from another world that has poured into my mind, Fan Ning."

"Still, I am that Caron. I just had a dream. What I dreamed about was the so-called earth. It only lasted for more than twenty years in my perception."

Fan Ning's eyes were blank, and after a while he closed his eyes and shook his head vigorously.

"People on Earth call me Fanning, people here call me Carole Van Ning, and I'm still the same Fanning."

"The Fanning on earth is an ordinary person who loves music, and the Carolyn Fanning here is also an ordinary person who loves music."

"My father on earth was a folk art worker after he was laid off, and he made a living by going out to pick up jobs. The father here is a folk artist and once owned an art museum."

"Moreover, I became a music major and had a great composer teacher. Although he has passed away, this period of my life returning to the graduation season gave me an opportunity to realize my dreams and make up for my regrets."

"Whether it's a coincidence or something else, I'm still me and nothing has changed."

"I will let the First Symphony sound under the baton in my hand."

"I will find out the truth behind the teacher's death."

When he opened his eyes again in the carriage compartment, his eyes were clear and firm again.

The most important thing at the moment is to find a way to obtain the radiant spirit fluid and use the road signs obtained from the Turner Art Museum to become a knowledgeable person.

Only in this way can you be able to deal with unknown dangers that may come later.

At about 5:30 in the morning, Fanning arrived at the Sun Church of the University of San Lenia.

Professor Anton Konard is a devout believer in the Holy Sun Church, which is the oldest of the three orthodox churches in the world today. It originated from the Kingdom of Holy Janus in the Western Continent and is allowed to spread teachings in Theoline. .

Fan Ning looked up at the tall and pointed behemoth in the darkness, with a raised dome in the middle of the pointed arch. Snowflakes passed through its sight and fell on his cheeks.

Looking forward, the door is ajar, and the colorful window with the logo of the Lord of Witness "Unfalling Fire" is brightly lit.

Stepping up the snow-covered steps, opening the door, and showing off his music knowledge

In the last few rows of long tables at the entrance, school staff who had been working all night were lying down and taking a nap at their desks.

Looking from afar, the basilica is surrounded by flowers and there is a black grand piano on the side.

Under the ceremonial stage, there were only two thin figures sitting in the first row.

Fan Ning remembered that he had bumped into the funerals of other scholars before: it was raining heavily that day in his memory, and the crowds had started queuing up two hours beforehand. There were black umbrellas under the steps, and there were horse-drawn carriages on the road from the church entrance to the west gate of the school. There was a long queue of cars and cars - the deceased was not only highly respected in the academic world, but also had an important social status.

In contrast, the church was now empty inside and outside.

Although there is still an hour and a half before the official start, it is obvious that as a formal professor at the University of St. Lenia, the impact of Anton Konard's death will be very limited.

Fan Ning, who was wearing a black dress, held a bouquet of flowers, walked forward slowly, bowed deeply to the crowd of flowers, and then leaned over to place the bouquet on the stone tablet in front of the coffin.

"Caron, thank you for coming so early." The girl's soft voice came from behind.

"You're welcome, Xilan, are you feeling better? How are you resting?" Fan Ning turned around.

The two girls in front of them were wearing pure black funeral robes and had shoulder-length curly hair.

"Fortunately for me, the school has provided the necessary support for funeral arrangements, according to the standards of a professor." Sheeran pulled the girl next to her and stood up together, "Caron, this is my best friend, Joan. Lord Nehemiah’s daughter, she has been keeping my vigil these past two nights. You must have met her a few times, but I have not formally introduced her to you before.”

Fan Ning looked at this girl who was shorter than Sheeran and had a beautiful baby face.

"Hello, Miss Joan Nehemiah." Fan Ning leaned forward, gently shook her extended hand, and then told her her name and major.

"Hello, Carol, I am one year ahead of Sheeran. I have graduated from the St. Lenia Junior Liberal School and am a freshman admitted to the freshman literature department this year." Joan's voice was soft and waxy, with a hint of In a pleasant and lively tone, "Sheeran said you are a young composer. Also, I used to accompany my parents to see exhibitions at the Turner Art Museum. They like oil paintings."

"I don't seem to have published any decent works." Fan Ning replied with a guilty conscience after recalling the original owner's "creative experience."

"Caron, Joan has something to ask you to help with," Sheeran said.

"What happened?"

"To be precise, it's a small commission." Qiong hooked her black hair with her fingers and smiled. "My father is keen on art investment in art collections. This Thursday night, there will be an auction at Prudence Auction House. I would like to temporarily entrust you to be my father’s art consultant, is that okay?”

"Prudence Auction House? Why is this name so familiar to me?" Fan Ning thought in his mind, and after a few seconds he thought of Teacher Anton's diary, "By the way! The fragments of the sound series are from Prudence by Teacher Anton." Bought from the auction house! He also mentioned a news recommender who has the same surname as Team Leader Cecil, but I forgot the specific name. I’ll have to look again when I go back.”

His heart suddenly became enlightened.

I thought before that I had completed the puzzle of the Sound Scroll, after all, I had obtained the items behind it.

But what was not considered was that the source of the audio fragment itself was also an important clue to investigate.

Seeing that Fan Ning didn't speak for a while, Sheeran asked: "Caron, I will go there to relax on Thursday night. Are you willing to go? If you can provide valuable advice then, Joan will pay you a small fee." A reward.”

"It is an honor for me to participate in the art collection auction with two beautiful ladies." Fan Ning smiled slightly, "My artistic accomplishment is still shallow. If I encounter a field that I am familiar with, I can give Lord Nehemiah some advice. No compensation is required. ”

"You should be compensated for taking up other people's personal time. When I recommended you to my father, I explained your relationship with the Turner Art Museum. He recognized your value." A slight dimple appeared on Qiong's fair cheeks. "Caron, I hope Lan, let’s make an appointment to meet at the main entrance of St. Lenia University at 5:30 this Thursday afternoon.”

Xilan finally forced a smile and said, "Then we'll see you there then."

The three of them chatted for a while, and suddenly Fan Ning remembered something, and he asked: "By the way, Joan, you are in the School of Literature and History, right? Do you know classmate Nora Carr?"

"Of course, Nora is the beautiful senior sister in our major, I know her." Qiong smiled playfully.

Don’t you know this man is dead? Even Calvin heard that a person had died in another hospital. Fan Ning was a little speechless as to whether the police had done a good job of keeping things secret or not.

Then he felt relieved, probably because he was staying outside and it happened to be a weekend.

"When did you meet this person?" Qiong chuckled.

"Caron, do you like this girl? Joan should be able to help you." Seeing that Fan Ning remained silent, Sheeran also spoke.