musicians of old

Chapter 22 "Art Advisor" Commissioned

Monday, November 912, 11 in the new calendar, is the funeral day of Anton Konar, professor of musicology, composer and conductor.

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

There was heavy snow in the sky, and the taxi was speeding on the deserted street.

Fan Ning was dressed in solemn formal attire, leaning on the seat of the carriage, shrunk into a ball from the cold, but he didn't feel sleepy at all.

I didn't sleep soundly all night, too many things came to my mind, including the pictures of the previous life, and the scenes of crossing, the figure of Mr. Anton, and the thought of getting the dream from Viadlin. of all kinds of hidden knowledge.

It's already the third day I've traveled through.

At the beginning, he felt that the memory of Caroun flooded into the memory of Fanning on Earth.

Although he can refer to the memory of the original owner anytime and anywhere, but this kind of primary and secondary feeling is completely different.

And now.
"Although I have initially glimpsed the true will behind the appearance of the world, the path of the wise has clearly appeared at my feet..."

"But I can't even distinguish my own memory. After all, the consciousness of Caron from another world flooded into my mind, Fanning."

"Still, I am that Caron, but I just had a dream. The dream is the so-called earth, and it only lasts for more than [-] years in 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 Carolne Vanning, and I'm still that Fanning."

"Fan Ning on Earth is an ordinary person who loves music, and Caroline Van Ning here is also an ordinary person who loves music."

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

"Moreover, I became a music student with a great composer teacher. Although he has passed away, this life returning to the graduation season gave me a chance to realize my dream and make up for my regrets."

"Whether it's a coincidence or something else, I'm still me, I haven't changed anything."

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

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

When he opened his eyes again in the carriage, his gaze regained sobriety and firmness.

The most important thing at the moment is to find a way to get the Brilliant Essence Liquid, and use the road signs obtained from the Turner Art Museum to promote the wise.

Only in this way can I have the ability to deal with unknown dangers that may come later.

At about [-]:[-] in the morning, Fanning arrived at the Chapel of the Sun at Saint Lenia University.

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

Fanning looked up at the tall, pointed monster in the darkness, with its pointed arches and domes, and the snowflakes passed in front of its vision and fell on his cheeks.

Looking forward, the door is ajar, and the colored windows painted with the logo of the Lord of the Witness "Unfalling Fire" are brightly lit.

Stepping up the snow-covered steps, pushing open the door, he showed his music school student certificate to the person on duty.

In the last few rows of long tables at the entrance, there are school staff who have been busy all night and rested at their desks.

Looking from a distance, the sacramental platform in the scorching sun is surrounded by flowers, and there is a black grand piano on the side.

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

Fan Ning remembered seeing other scholars’ funerals before: in his memory, it was raining heavily that day, and the crowd had started lining up two hours before, with black umbrellas under the steps. There was a long queue with the car parked - the deceased was not only highly respected in the academic world, but also had a very important social status.

In contrast, the inside and outside of the church are empty at the moment.

Although there is still an hour and a half before the official start, it is clear that Anton Konar, as a formal professor at St. Lenia University, has a very limited impact on his death.

Wearing a black dress, Fanning walked forward slowly with a bouquet of flowers in his hand, bowed deeply to the clustered bouquet of flowers, and then bent down to place the bouquet on the stone tablet in front of the coffin.

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

"You're welcome, Sheeran, are you feeling better? How are you resting?" Fanning turned.

The two girls in front of me were wearing pure black funeral gowns, with shoulder-length curly hair.

"I'm fine. The school has provided proper support for the funeral, according to the standards of a professor." Sheeran pulled the girl next to her to stand up together, "Caroun, this is my best friend, Joan, Lord Nehemiah's daughter, she has been keeping watch with me these two nights, you should have met a few times, but I haven't officially introduced you to her before."

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

"Hello, Miss Joan Nisimi." Fanning leaned forward, gently shook her outstretched little hand, and then told her name and major.

"Hello, Carlone, I'm a year older than Hiran, and I've graduated from St. Lainia Junior Grammar School. I'm a freshman admitted to the freshman Department of Literature this year." Joan's voice was soft and waxy, with With a pleasant and lively atmosphere, "Sheeran said that you are a young composer. Also, I used to accompany my parents to the Turner Art Museum to see exhibitions. They like oil paintings."

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

"Caroun, Joan wants your help with one thing," Sheeran said.

"whats the matter?"

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

"Prudence Auction House? Why am I so familiar with this name?" Fan Ning thought to himself, and after a few seconds, he thought of Mr. Anton's diary, "That's right! He bought it from the Smith Auction House! He also mentioned a news recommender who has the same surname as Cecil's team leader, but I forgot the specific name, so I have to go back and look again."

His heart suddenly brightened.

I thought that solving the puzzle of the audio sequence fragments had been completed, after all, I had already obtained the item behind it.

But what is not considered is that the source of the audio sequence fragment itself is also an important direction of clue investigation.

Sheeran saw that Fanning didn't speak for a while, and asked: "Caroun, I will also go to relax on Thursday night, would you like to go? If you can provide valuable advice then, Joan will pay you a small fee." pay."

"It is my honor to participate in the auction of art collections with two beautiful ladies." Fan Ning smiled slightly, "I am not yet well-educated in art, so if you encounter a field you are familiar with, you can give Lord Nessimi some advice, and the reward is not necessary. .”

"Occupying other people's private time should be rewarded. When I recommended it to my father, I explained your relationship with the Turner Museum of Art. He recognized your value." Joan's fair cheeks showed shallow dimples, "Callon, hope Lan, then let’s make an appointment to meet at the main entrance of Saint Lenia University at [-]:[-] p.m. this Thursday.”

Sheeran finally forced a relaxed smile, "Then we'll see each other then."

The three chatted for a while, and suddenly Fanning 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 our professional beauty senior, I know her." Joan smiled playfully.

Don't you know this man is dead?Even Calvin heard that a person died in another hospital. Whether the police did a good job of keeping secrets or not. Fan Ning was a little speechless.

Immediately, he felt relieved, probably because he was staying outside, and the time just happened to be a weekend.

"When did you know him?" Joan grinned.

"Caroun, have you taken a fancy to him? Joan should be able to help you." Seeing that Fanning remained silent, Sheeran also spoke.

(End of this chapter)