Prisoner of Mystery Sequence

Agnes woke up early to see the morning light filtering through the pale pink curtains, casting patches of light on the carpet.

The bedroom curtains seemed a little too thin, Agnes thought.

She got out of bed, went to the window, and drew the curtains.The sunshine in the winter morning was light and faint, and seemed to have a little bit of coolness. Even through the unopened window, Agnes still shivered.

Agnes looked out the window. Outside the window was the garden. The gardener hired by her father had already started working.Most of the flowers in the garden are varieties found by my mother, and even in the cold winter, they are still full of greenery.

Agnes left the window, walked into the bathroom, and washed herself carefully.The girl in the mirror has no expression, like a doll. She is wearing a loose white nightgown and looks thinner and thinner. Some scattered brown hair has no luster, like dry grass.

"My intuition tells me that after today, everything will be fine." Agnes said, staring at herself in the mirror.She adjusted the muscles of her face little by little in front of the mirror, making her expression gradually come alive.Then pick up a comb and comb your hair carefully to make your hair soft again.

As the disease became more serious, the abnormalities in Agnes's body became more and more obvious. She didn't like to let the maid wash and groom herself, not to mention that she didn't like the maid to serve her.As for the reason why she didn't like it, Agnes couldn't remember clearly, it seemed to be related to her original education?

Although her brain is filled with all kinds of useless and dangerous knowledge for herself, Agnes still unearthed many clues from the corner of her memory, which made her sure that the education she had received was not only In these 14 years of life.In addition to these 14 years of life, there is a period that has a more profound impact on me.Although the memory of this part is already blurred, she vaguely remembers that in this memory, she should call this memory "previous life"?

Reason told Agnes not to record this name in the diary, and this part of the memory could not be written directly in the diary. She always used the dream to refer to it according to the initial choice.Sometimes she looks back at the previous diary, feeling that she was not careful enough and at the same time thankful for the many doubts she left in the diary, so that she can recall it again when she is close to forgetting.

Agnes couldn't remember her mental state at the time, but she felt that these doubts seemed to be left on purpose by herself to some extent, so that she could find the problem when she forgot.

There was a knock at the door, Agnes put down her comb and opened it, and her mother walked in.

"Good morning, Mom."

"Good morning, my Agnes."

Mother rubbed Agnes' hair, kissed Agnes on the forehead, and asked, "Did you dream last night?"

"No, mother."

"Okay, change your clothes, let's have breakfast together."

……

When Agnes arrived at the restaurant with her mother, her father had already sat down at the table, reading a newspaper.

Father put down the newspaper, smiled as he watched Agnes and mother sit down at the table, and said, "Good morning, my dear Mariana and Agnes."

"Good morning, dear Lorenzo."

"Good morning, Dad."

"Did Agnes sleep well last night?"

"Fine, Dad. I'm not dreaming," Agnes replied.

Father's mood seemed to be a little clearer.

"Olivia and Mr. Conte are coming to visit in the afternoon. This is an official visit," said the mother.

"Well, I know, I have reserved time for the afternoon." Father nodded and said with a smile.

His father, Lorenzo Pagani, holds the title of Earl, and in Agnes's view, he is considered to be the new nobleman of Feneporte.

Agnes knew some Pagani family stories.Her great-grandfather was ruthless, clinging to the glory of his useless surname, and refused to change in the industrial revolution that came from Intis.The grandfather believed that if he did not change, he would be reduced to bones in the tide of the times, so he broke with his great-grandfather and successfully climbed back into the upper class by taking advantage of the east wind of the industrial revolution.As far as my father is concerned, even if he is not a representative of the new aristocracy, he is at least the mainstay of it, occupying a seat in the Senate.

Breakfast ended in a relaxed atmosphere, and my mother sent my father out, while Agnes went to practice the piano in the piano room.

……

At three o'clock in the afternoon, Olivia Jones and musician Edmundo Conti arrived on time.Ms Jones was wearing a rare dark green gown and a matching lady's cap, her hair still neatly pulled back.

Mr Conte was a gentleman with gray hair and blue eyes, looking to be in his 50s, with healthy tanned skin.He was wearing a black jacket, a black single-breasted vest and a white shirt, a white striped tie, black striped trousers, a half-height top hat and white gloves, and he was holding a pine cane. He looked very formal, but his hair was somewhat Long and slightly disheveled.

"Good afternoon, Count Pagani. Hello, Mrs. Pagani. I am Edmondo Conti." Mr. Conti saluted with his hands on his chest.

His voice has a gentle sense of vicissitudes unique to the elderly, which reminds Agnes of red maple trees in autumn, and also has a strange accent. According to Mr. Conti’s experience, Agnes speculates This is due to the influence of Dutan, but it is a pity that this language is not taught in public schools, so she can only guess based on what she has learned through piecing together materials.After all, for nobles, the language of the Southern Continent is vulgar.

Mr. Conti's expression was very serious, and there was a strange sense of unfamiliarity when he saluted.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Conti. Lorenzo Pagani, this is my wife Mariana and daughter Agnes." The father smiled and introduced Mr. Conte, and then invited Mr. Conte to the reception room.

Agnes walked behind, and she looked at Mr. Conti.She saw that when Mr. Conti took his left foot, he also raised his left hand, and then waved it to press the hat.

Mr. Conti saw that Agnes was looking at him, and he squeezed out a smile to Agnes. This smile seemed a little stiff and slightly embarrassing.

Agnes felt that she should say something.She thought for a while, looked up at Mr. Conti's eyes and whispered habitually:

"Mr. Conte, I listened to the New Year's concert, and your music is very good."

Mr. Conti smiled, bent down, and said to Agnes in a low voice: "I'm glad little Agnes likes it." Then he smiled and winked his left eye at Agnes, , got up and followed Ms. Jones and her father and mother.

Several people sat down in the reception room, and the maid served drinks.Father picked it up and took a sip, then said:

"Mr. Conti, you are an outstanding musician, and Agnes also likes your music very much. We very much hope that you will become Agnes' music teacher."

Mr. Conti stroked the glass wall with his index finger and nodded, "I am also very happy to be Miss Agnes's teacher. I believe we will get along well."

Agnes listened to the conversation between her father and Mr. Conti, and her thoughts gradually drifted away.Mr Conti was not the first music teacher Agnes' parents hired since she left Arnold.Prior to this, Agnes's music teacher was Mr. Miller.Mr. Miller is from Loen. He lived in Feneport for several years. He resigned and left two months ago and returned to Loen.

"The Southern Continent is indeed full of wars. Several times I thought I was going to die there, but I survived in the end. But the dedication is rewarded. I have several pieces of music that are inspired by it." Conti said Mr.

"Mr. Conte has such a passion for music," Agnes heard her father exclaim.

After the father and mother chatted with Mr. Conti and Ms. Jones, Mr. Conti left.The etiquette manual emphasizes that visits should be short, formal and light-hearted, with 15 minutes being enough.

Ms Jones stayed and asked to speak with Agnes alone.

"Mr. Conte is the eighth sequence of the prisoner sequence. He found us a year ago and accepted our protection and surveillance. After a year of observation, we think he can be trusted to a certain extent." Ms. Jones smiled said.

"To a certain extent?" Agnes asked with a frown.

"Yes, I remember I told you that the prisoner sequence is easy to lose control, and Mr. Conte is a lunatic of sequence eight, with the curse of being easily out of control. Even if it is now certain that Mr. Conte is a respectable gentleman, we cannot be sure Whether he will lose control due to the curse at some point, so our monitoring of him can never be completely undone." Ms. Jones sighed.

"Forget it, I just want to ask you, would you like to have Mr. Conte as your teacher?" Ms. Jones asked.

"Hasn't Mr. Conti already become my teacher?" Agnes tilted her head.

Ms. Jones sighed helplessly, "Don't play dumb. You know very well that I'm not talking about this. I mean, would you like to let him be your occult teacher?"

"Although Mr. Conte has handed over the potion formulas of Sequence Nine and Sequence Eight of the Prisoner Sequence to the church, the church lacks relevant experience in the Prisoner Sequence. Being able to have a teacher of the same sequence to guide you will undoubtedly reduce your chances of losing control. Lower it."

"At the same time, it is more convenient to monitor me and Mr. Conti?" Agnes said thoughtfully.

Ms. Jones was silent, and finally nodded.

"Okay, I agree." Agnes said with a smile.

"Then come to St. Diana Church to find me and Mr. Conti tomorrow morning. Mariana has used her previous achievements to help you exchange the materials for the prisoners, but you still have to take the potion in the church." Ms. Jones seemed to be relieved Take a breath.