He warmly invited him to visit the royal family’s art archives when he had time.

Therefore, when Fan Ning was only ten meters away from the door, he was warmly received by the staff.

"As early as when Mr. Walter held the ceremony, we made a copy of the score written by your little girl's student. It will be stored in our viewing gallery on the third floor together with Walter's conductor's awakening deeds.

In the corridor."

"I admit that I am more interested in seeing what they look like."

The sun shone through the gaps in the stained windows of the stall, leaving rotating and shining light pillars on the marble floor. Fan Ning listened to the introduction while admiring the interior of the magnificent southern-style building.

Suddenly, at the corner, he passed by a lady in a brown dress with a pretty but cold face.

Behind him were two gentlemen carrying briefcases.

While the two sides were looking at each other, Fan Ning always gave this "strange lady" a polite, melancholy and distant smile in accordance with Scheele's character. However, after passing by the three of them, a huge feeling surged in his heart.

doubt.

"Inspector General Norma Gunn?"

Fan Ning had actually expected the inspector general's appearance in the Southern Continent. After all, He Meng had already arrived, and it was reported that neither of them was present at the fund donation meeting in the Northern Continent a few days ago.

But why did she appear on this occasion?

An indescribable strange premonition lingered in Fan Ning's heart. He calmly walked to the third floor and stood in front of the glass display gallery. He first leaned over the booth of his "Awakening Poems" score and deeds records.

Watched it for a while.

Then, accompanied by the staff, he began to move towards the area of ​​past years, moving sideways and stopping to watch.

New calendar year 913, 912...900, 899...

"Can I take it out and look through the score?" He pointed to the booth area of ​​894 in the New Calendar.

"No problem, Mr. Scheele." The other party agreed happily.

"Thank you." This was a violin concerto. Fan Ning read it carefully for about ten minutes and then handed the information back.

898, 897... 891, 890.

Fan Ning continued to speak and read, and he spent a longer time on an opera.

Finally, his steps moved again.

877, 876, 875.

"August 22, 875 New Calendar, Louis Vienne, "Prelude"."

"Why is there no music score here?" Fan Ning's childish expression shrank slightly.

Hearing this, the staff smiled sheepishly and politely replied:
Chapter completed!