Marseille?
Fan Ning raised his eyebrows, remembering that he had prompted the knight to investigate the cuckoo lady Renela.
"Let him wait for me in the living room for a few minutes. You call Commander Walter here first." He made arrangements.
"Okay." The spiritual sense could feel the butler salute on the other side of the door.
Walter’s footsteps came quickly:
"Teacher, did you find anything interesting in the display room?"
"I've given you a task." Fan Ning said.
"Please help me sort out all the written information here related to the address of 'Vien' or 'Low Tizahi Paimia', and also sort out the ones where I am not sure whether there is a connection, and...
As far as I know, this exhibition hall is only a partial display of the master’s materials during his lifetime. You can go to other inner rooms or the second floor to look for them.”
"Okay." Walter already held up his hands and read one of the pages.
He thought the teacher had discovered something worthy of musicological research.
"Remember to record the approximate location in advance for easy restoration, and don't mess up the master's belongings during his lifetime." Fan Ning reminded, "Also, no assistants are needed. The three of you will sort it out yourself."
"No problem." Walter was a little confused, but he still agreed seriously.
Two minutes later, the villa living room.
The waiter poured two glasses of pear cactus sparkling cold drinks. In addition to the crushed fruit pulp juice, there were also lemon, purple sweet potato and some fragrant herbs. Its color showed a unique pink color. As you tilted it up, it became dense and dense.
The bubbles were bubbling.
"One of Miss Renilla's residences is located at Building 3, Yigahu West Road, Tizahipamiana, Lowland."
Marseille's straight-to-the-point words made Fan Ning narrow his eyes slightly.
What a coincidence? It happens to be the address on the empty envelope?
"Why is she qualified to live in Fox Lily Field?" Fan Ning asked.
"The owner of that residence is her teacher, Senesino, the music director of the Festival Concert Hall." Massenegu explained.
"That's it." Fan Ning suddenly realized.
Senesino was also a troubadour who once won the crown.
It's just that this section seems a bit old-fashioned, well... I can't say it's old-fashioned, or classic? In terms of music history or art history.
"They live together here and spend the passionate summer together?" Fan Ning asked.
Judging from the objective facts of ancient and modern times, ordinary people's teacher-student romances are more often faced with rumors or moral condemnation. Beautiful talk that can be regarded as "background knowledge of music appreciation" is only the privilege of great and above artists.
"It's not what you think." Masenegu shook his head.
He drank a few swigs of the pink liquid in the cup until it was all the way down, leaving only a few slices of lemon and purple sweet potato puree:
"There is a group of people there who hold parties regularly, like tonight."
"Ah this?" Fan Ning's tone and expression became strange.
Are things so "chitty"?
"Our outsider 'Guide' team has done some preliminary research and found that all the people attending parties at Renilla Villa are women. As for Senesino himself, he rarely visits here. It seems that he only provides high-quality services to take care of students.
The meaning of residence..."
...You understand the order of narrative. Fan Ning secretly cursed, but he still felt that it sounded a bit strange and continued to ask:
"Women? What women?" He began to flip through the map of this area in his hand.
Compared with the current former residence of Master Ton, this address is on the opposite side, at the western end of the outer suburbs of Foxbaihe Wilderness.
"They are all ladies or noble girls of a higher class, with a large number of courtiers, and are deeply infatuated by outstanding men in the fiefdom. Not to mention Renela herself, the charming and charming Miss Cuckoo, the sweetheart of the National Opera House
, the daughter of Prince Eleanor, and, for example, the daughter of the Duke of Falla who is loved by Troy, the brother of your two precious students, whom I talked to you about before..."
"Aren't married and unmarried generally two different circles? There is a slight difference between the private social life and the public social life of nobles."
"You seem to understand quite well, but the results of the investigation are just like this." Massenegu stretched out his arm and motioned to the attendant to "have another drink" and raised his head with a look of "leisurely fascinated"——
"Frankly speaking, I think my goal in life is among them. How worthwhile it is to marry such a beautiful, wealthy, elegant and intellectual woman to defeat the damn knight's curse of 'courtly love'."
Looking forward to the future! At present, I may still be far away from the easiest goal..."
"Talk about the 'Seven Blessings'." Fan Ning interrupted the other party's thoughts.
"I can't confirm the connection yet, otherwise according to the reward offered by the 'Guide', I would have come to share the gold coins with you tonight." Masai Negu finally smiled sheepishly.
"I have not doubted the accuracy of your guidance, but these powerful people want to gather together. Miss Renilla herself is also knowledgeable. The matter cannot go too deep at once. In the past two days, I have just pretended to be one of the many suitors.
One, investigating some preliminary information on the periphery..."
"Actually, this type of private salon for women is very common in the upper class society. It is nothing more than gathering for dinner, bathing, nursing, enjoying music, arranging flowers, talking about art, and finally talking about the private affairs of women in the boudoir and embroidery pavilion... This is not true for outsiders.
There is something mysterious and fragrant in the imagination, but I don’t think the mystery is meant to be broken at the right time? You see, Senesino’s music works seem to be well versed in this. I’m not sure what the creative inspiration of that guy is.
From interviews or collections..."
"That's it for tonight's cold drinks." Fan Ning had already stood up the next moment.
"By the way, on top of this, I would like to add another personal inquiry. Help me find out which hospital is best for cranial drilling surgery in Southern China."
"...Does your head still need a hole?" Masenegu felt that he was confused.
"You go to Luna and ask for 250 pounds in gold coins as a down payment for investigating Renela and consulting on this matter." Fan Ning said and felt that he couldn't remember how much money he had deposited with Luna. "
Forget it, I don’t know if I still have that much, you’d better go to Walter and ask for it.”
"...Actually, this folk custom is the most popular in my hometown of the Paradogos Islands." Massenegu was still sitting on the sofa and thinking seriously, "If you are really anxious to become a master, I will help you inquire further right away.
For people like you, if you really want to make a hole, you should make the best hole. You can't be fooled by the street stalls, but I still feel that it is better to make holes for others than to make holes yourself..."
"Mr. Butler, prepare the car and take the guests back to the city."
The next moment, Fan Ning's figure had disappeared directly outside the door.
The fragrance is still strong in the summer night, the warm wind is flowing everywhere, the frogs are singing in the sea of ​​flowers, and the streams are gurgling.
Fan Ning walked to the lake on the side of the villa and took a step forward towards the water.
A large piece of turf with flowers, earth and stones was torn directly from the shore, carrying his figure across the lake and disappearing into the night.
The turf flew close to the ground at high speed. After nearly half an hour, Fan Ning saw a long string of sparsely spaced lights in the dark night and their swaying reflections on the surface of Lake Nayiga.
He continued to ignore the road and crossed the lake.
After a few minutes, he saw an imposing three-story villa covering a large area.
The curved road ahead was filled with carriages and a few cars, on which the guests' coachmen, butlers or drivers were taking a nap.
"It seems inappropriate to break in directly. Today I am mainly here to inquire about the situation..."
"But if it's a more private women's salon..."
There was still some distance. Fan Ning looked at the few guards standing on the steps. After thinking about it, he walked around half a circle and approached a wall and shutters at the back end of the first floor of the villa.
He called up his spiritual sense and held his breath for a few seconds, then took out a vial.
A handful of silver elixir powder was sprinkled into the air, and then gently blown into the window by the invisible airflow brought about by the changes in heat and cold.
The next moment, the purple light of the extraordinary strings randomly drew two rectangular patterns on the wall. Fan Ning stretched out his hand and gently pushed open the door formed by the power of disassembly.
In a small and tidy room, the gas lights were turned on. A maid with delicate features was leaning on a chair, her head drooped and sleeping soundly. The slumbering elixir powder was enough to prevent her from waking up for three hours.
In front of her was a large table, piled with porcelain plates as white as jade, and further forward there was something similar to a steam oven. Through the glass, you could see stacks of steaming towels inside.
It looks like a preparation room for party cleaning supplies.
Fan Ning stared at the sleeping maid, and the color, line and perspective relationship were quickly mastered spiritually. Then, he began to outline in his mind the silhouettes of six mysterious paintings related to the "Fountain in Painting".
From the external demeanor to the spiritual aura, in just a few breaths, "Schele" turned into another "maid" exactly the same, and the sleeping girl and the entire chair rose out of thin air and were moved directly to the
It was in the corner of the room and was rolled up inside the thick curtains.
Fan Ning thought for a while and opened the steam stove in front.
A large cloud of white smoke rose into the sky.
He took the tongs and began to stack hot towels on other empty porcelain plates according to the small portion that had been laid out.
To be continued...