The Witcher’s Nightmare Wagon

Jingle Bell.

Sigmund pushed the door open, and in an instant, all kinds of messy aromas enveloped his whole body. This was the first time he received such a complex atmosphere after he acquired extraordinary abilities.

Intense, light, long, stimulating.

He closed his eyes, and didn't activate his extraordinary ability rashly, but tried to distinguish with his amplified sense of smell.

There are the most common lavender and rose perfumes.

There is also a blend of neroli oil, tuberose oil, and longevity flower oil.

Of course, there are deeper layers and more complex hidden ones. What is that? By the way, it's jasmine oil and cinnamon oil.

These mixed fragrances are like a heavy belt, rich in layers and well-ordered.

Except for some that can be distinguished, most of them are familiar or completely unfamiliar tastes.

In the world he lived in, the use and manufacture of fragrances had reached a very high level, but at that time he didn't have the ability he has now.

"Sir, what do you need?"

A voice awakened Sigmund from the ocean of fragrance. He opened his eyes and saw the figure standing behind the counter through the whale oil lamp on the roof.

"Rilla, why are you here?"

"Sigmund!"

The girl's face was also full of surprise, and then a layer of blush appeared on her face. Obviously, she also thought of the ridiculous confession this morning.

Because of her cowardice and shyness, she accomplished a feat, grabbing her son's hand and confessing to her father.

"You came here to find me or... Lao..."

"No, I just happened to pass by."

Sigmund explained, he glanced left and right, the room was not too big, and the goods inside were neatly arranged.

The business development in this world cannot be compared with the Internet era of information explosion, so every store will be filled with as much stuff as possible.

The signboard is a perfume shop, but the products provided range from high-end essences, flower essential oils, extracts, secretions to solid, liquid and waxy daily cosmetics and medicines.

This does not include pomade, face powder, soap, body wash, detergent...

It is conceivable that if these things are piled up, how messy the display in the store will be. Sometimes the customers who come in don't even have much place to stay, and the shopping experience is not good.

But this store is also an outlier.

"This is a store that I manage alone, and I have been in charge until I was grounded." Rilla explained.

"By the way, what are you doing here? Are you shopping for perfume for the girl you like?" Rila was at a loss for words.

"No, I think perfume making is a special craft and I plan to learn it, so I came here to have a look."

"Great, you finally figured it out!"

"The mysticism you studied before, and friends who like those strange knowledge... Well, I think Lawrence will be very happy to know your changes."

"If you want to learn how to make perfume, you can't do without tools, just wait..." After finishing speaking, without waiting for Sigmund's answer, he turned and ran into the back room.

At this time, a slightly irritable voice came from upstairs.

"Rilla, who are you talking to? Leave me alone!"

Accompanied by the creaking of the wooden planks of the stairs, Antoine walked down with his bare head, and then saw Sigmund standing in front of the counter at a glance.

"It's you!"

"What are you doing here?!"

Sigmund was slightly surprised. He thought the police would detain Antoine for one night, but he didn't expect to be released so soon.

Antoine's forehead was throbbing with veins, "What do you want to do?!" He was very wary of Sigmund now.

Because of the murder at the perfume workshop and the exaggerated exaggeration of Sigmund's money spent in newspapers, some so-called "truth-seeking" reporters immediately came near Antoine's mansion.

Journalists in this era are far less rampant than in the Internet era, but even so, the repeated harassment annoys An TuoWan.

That's why he hid in Rila, a shop that was not known to outsiders.

But I didn't expect to meet Sigmund by chance here.

But in the eyes of An TuoWan at this time, all of this is naturally the young man's conspiracy.

"You misunderstood me. I just wanted to learn a little about perfume making, so I wandered around and happened to come here." Sigmund replied frankly.

But Antoine stared, with a look on his face that you don't want to deceive me.

"Learning perfume making?"

He sneered.

"It's up to you? Tell me, what is your real purpose?"

I have come to propose to your daughter in my father's place.

After thinking about it, Sigmund still swallowed the words that flashed in his mind, he was afraid that Antoine would have a cerebral hemorrhage on the spot after hearing what he said, and fainted.

"You father and son don't have a good thing!"

"Especially Lawrence! How could he be... a sleazy bastard, villain!"

"Father."

Rilla came over with a wooden box.

"Hmph, no matter what your idea is, Sigmund, go back and tell Lawrence, as long as I am alive, I will never agree..."

"Father!" Rilla interrupted Antoine, who clenched his fists angrily and swore the most vicious oath.

"Marry whoever you want, but if it's Lawrence."

Antoine took a deep breath.

"Then I will die at your wedding!"

Hearing this sentence, Rila's face turned pale, her body shook and almost collapsed on the ground.

After finishing speaking, he walked upstairs with heavy steps, "Wait for the crystal bottle to come back and pack the prepared perfume. Mrs. Galar has been waiting for a long time!"

Antoine ordered indifferently.

Rila's packaging design for the perfume is loved by many customers, so Antoine will hand over the final process to the other party.

Because of the murder, Antoine has lost many potential customers. Although Mrs. Gallard's customized perfume has no profit, it is the basis for him to open up all subsequent cooperation.

He still has a clear distinction between business and relationship.

"Feel sorry."

Rila's eyes were red, and she handed the box in her hand to Sigmund, "This is the tool I used when I first learned how to make perfume, and I don't need it now, so I will give it to you."

"Besides, if you need any help during the learning process, you can come to me at any time. I am not as good as Lawrence in terms of experience, but the spices here are rich enough."

"As long as I'm here, you can come and pick it up anytime."

"Thank you." Sigmund sincerely thanked him.

Before leaving, he suddenly raised his voice, "Mr. Perio, think about Lawrence, he is very good."

"And I've always wanted a brother."

After speaking, he gave Rila an encouraging look, turned around and rushed out of the room.

Almost at the same time, Antoine's angry roar came from behind Sigmund.

In a good mood, Sigmund raised his whip, ready to use his own method to start integrating spirit and spiritual power after returning.

There will be another chapter soon, ask for tickets, please collect.