The Witcher’s Nightmare Wagon

Rebecca left the manor almost in a daze. She had lunch with Mrs. Gallard, and the two chatted happily.

Regarding helping her establish a law firm, Mrs. Gallard, who was in a good mood, agreed without hesitation, and was even willing to give her more help.

So when Rebecca left, it was already afternoon, and when she walked to the gate of the manor, she was stopped by the housekeeper.

"Ms. Snow, Mrs. Gallard asked me to tell you not to be too anxious. She said that masters are generally eccentric, and that the configuration of a perfume also requires time and inspiration."

"As long as he is willing to agree, Madam is willing to pay a reward..."

"No, no, it's not that complicated, I just..."

"Trust me, Miss Snow, this friend of yours must have paid a great price to please you."

"He is very attentive. Compared with those stereotyped jewelry, the perfume tailored for a woman is simply too attractive!"

After waving goodbye to the housekeeper, Rebecca boarded the carriage prepared by Madame Gallard.

What she didn't know was that in a carriage not far away, the hungry Antoine showed a thoughtful expression.

"perfume?"

"How is it possible for a lawyer, is this the conspiracy of that Sigmund?"

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"Sigmund, Sigmund!"

Back at the apartment, as soon as she entered the door, Rebecca yelled in spite of her image, and she ran upstairs.

"Snapped!"

"where did you buy?!"

"Bought?" Sigmund was stunned.

"I said I want to learn perfume making." He replied without looking up, "I made this yesterday."

"The first work."

"You made this perfume?!"

Rebecca glared, all kinds of praises from Ms. Gallard echoed in her mind, so the illusory master and the man in front of her kept staggering, making Rebecca not sure how to tell the difference.

"What's the matter, is there any problem?"

This is the first perfume that Sigmon prepared at the time of the fusion of spiritual power. There is no so-called molecular formula and no measuring cup. He follows an instinctive guide.

In Sigmon's view, this is less of a modulation and more of a discovery.

Shake the perfume bottle gently.

Although it seems casual, he is very confident in this work.

"No, it's fine."

It's actually great.

But Sigmund... Master, Rebecca still couldn't accept it.

"Can you help me with another perfume? I have one... No, it's Mrs. Gallard."

After thinking about it, Rebecca still told the truth.

"Tailored."

Sigmund was stunned for a while. This perfume was the product of chance, and of course there was no possibility of tailoring it for anyone.

If the only special place.

That is, he completed the initial fusion of spirit and spiritual power in the process of blending perfume.

"Is the problem here!" His eyes lit up, and Sigmon immediately became interested.

Perhaps this is the real direction Gildor is referring to.

"This old... um, what is Mrs. Galar's request? And her preferences?"

"She doesn't like perfumes that are too strong because it makes her nose uncomfortable, and in severe cases can even cause blockages ... or sneezing."

"Of course, the monotonous aroma is not good either, it will make her whole person look stinky."

"Smelly?" Sigmund felt a little strange about Rebecca's statement, but he quickly thought of something.

"The age of this Lady Galar..."

"Sigmon, it's not a gentleman's way to ask a lady's age at will!"

"But this is what I have to understand, sixty years old or more?"

It seemed that Rebecca didn't speak, it was a default.

"That's no wonder."

Sigmund nodded.

Like Mrs. Gallard's age, her body will have a little smell of aging, which is the so-called old-fashioned smell. This smell is more common in men, and a little less in women.

The specific causes are very complicated, living habits, eating habits and hygiene, and personal constitution will all have an impact.

Other old women should spray strong perfumes to cover up. However, this method obviously did not work with Mrs. Gallard.

Nasal congestion and sneezing may be some kind of allergic reaction. There is not much chemical synthesis in this era, and many spices are derived from nature.

After one or two incidents, Mrs. Gallard would instinctively reject those strong perfumes.

In fact, the solution to Mrs. Gallard's problem is very simple. Make adjustments to the formula and add some kind of spice for the aging odor.

But what Sigmon noticed was what was hidden behind the incident.

Because compared to ordinary perfumes, his Enlightenment No. 1 obviously has some extraordinary characteristics.

Although extremely weak.

"Tell me about this Lady Galar, her life."

An idea popped into my mind.

"marvelous!"

"You agreed!" After being excited, Rebecca hesitated, "Mrs. Gallard always thought that you spent a lot of money to find a famous perfumer to mix that perfume."

"How should I explain it?"

"Tell him that the so-called master perfumer is just a new apprentice?"

"Don't say anything, let her continue to misunderstand." Sigmund smiled.

"A mysterious master is always more convincing than me."

Rebecca thought about it and nodded.

"Anyway, it's only this time, it's not a deception." She comforted herself, and then told Sigmund what she knew about Madame Galar.

The spices in the black box could no longer meet Sigmon's needs at this time, so he went to Cross Street again and got a lot of spices from Rila.

Sigmon didn't need much~www.wuxiamtl.com~ This time he didn't prostitute for nothing, and left twenty gold pounds before leaving.

The wealth has shrunk further, leaving only 75 gold pounds and a pile of change.

Sigmon left on the front foot, and Antoine's carriage came to Rila's perfume shop on the back foot. The two did not meet. As soon as they entered the room, the perfumer threw the box on the counter with a gloomy expression.

"Why did it take so long to come back? Lunch with Mrs. Gallard..."

"Guru!" The roar of the stomach interrupted Rila's words.

"What is that Sigmund doing recently?"

Rila shook her head blankly.

"Where's Lawrence?"

Rila shook her head again.

"Could it be that I'm thinking too much... Who would the perfumer be?" Antoine looked puzzled.

After getting a large batch of spices, Sigmon started a new round of research. He tried hard to recall the feeling of the day and planned to replicate it again.

This process was not smooth, but the fusion of spirit and spiritual power deepened again in the stumbling and stumbling.

For several days, Sigmon stayed at home, studied hard, and concentrated on research.

Five days later, in the evening, after recovering from the fragrance-filled environment, Sigmon realized that before he knew it, the hourglass of the carriage had been lost, and a new round of summoning came again.

Looking at the time, he waited patiently for a while, and when night fell, he jumped out of the window to the empty street alone.

At some point in the city, a layer of mist shrouded in mist, and Sigmund stood on a remote street and opened the call for the carriage.

Stepping through the fog, the nightmare carriage appeared again.

Boarding the car and entering the compartment, a faint voice rang in my ears.

"Dear master, welcome back!"

"The service has been updated!"

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