The Witcher’s Nightmare Wagon

"Ma'am, this is the perfume I specially prepared for you. It has a beautiful name, Bloom of the Night."

With a flattering smile on Antoine's face, he slowly opened the wooden box on the table, exposing a lavender glass bottle to the air.

"This perfume is made exactly according to your request. I added some orange blossom, sweet lemon, clove, and musk..."

"If you like it, I will give you the molecular formula of the perfume formula, so that with only a trained apprentice, you can formulate a perfume that satisfies you."

The perfume merchant sat on the edge of the sofa with his fat buttocks, carefully observing the expression on the face of the old lady opposite.

This is not an ordinary old woman, behind her is a huge family with far-reaching influence. Although the molecular formula of perfume is the chicken that lays golden eggs.

But compared to the trade chain that is about to be opened up, this loss is nothing at all.

"Nice design, very delicate bottle."

Mrs. Gallard affirmed, and as she spoke, she took out the perfume bottle from the box.

Uncorking the bottle, stirring it gently, the strong fragrance soon overflowed, Mrs. Galar took a deep breath, and gradually showed a smile on her face.

"Successful!"

"I knew that no woman could refuse this strong..."

Antoine clenched his fists and was thinking excitedly, but suddenly Madame Gallard's smile froze inexplicably on his face.

In the next second, eyebrows and nose were wrinkled together, and then there was an irresistible impulse...

"Ah Choo!"

The impulse came so suddenly that Mrs. Gallard didn't react at all, and she didn't even have a chance to raise her handkerchief to cover it reservedly.

Then he let the droplets in his mouth spread out at a terrifying speed, completely covering Antoine's fat face.

The breath of saliva spread evenly on Antoine's face, followed by that unique smell.

The expression was distorted, but the next second Antoine saw the embarrassed, angry, and embarrassed Mrs. Gallard.

"lady……"

"Get out, get out for me immediately!"

Madam Galar yelled out these words in an almost roaring tone regardless of her image.

Antoine's heart was cold. He knew that he had completely lost the opportunity to open up trade channels. Not only that, but he also angered this woman with a strong background.

Antoine almost ran away, and just after he walked out, a housekeeper brought over the perfume box he had brought.

"Madam said you don't want to come again."

"And today's matter..."

"I understand, I understand." Antoine nodded frantically, and only noticed another figure sitting in the waiting room when he was about to leave.

"The female lawyer?"

"What is she doing here?"

A face inexplicably popped up in his mind, leaving the manor, but Antoine did not leave immediately, but waited patiently in the carriage.

He had a hunch that something would happen next.

Under the leadership of the housekeeper, Rebecca did not enter the living room, but came to a room next to it. The female lawyer noticed the strange atmosphere in the room as soon as she entered the door.

"What happened... By the way, wasn't the perfume merchant who went out just now?"

Feeling anxious, Rebecca said hello and sat opposite Mrs. Gallard, and soon the housekeeper brought black tea and snacks.

And Rebecca also confided all the rhetoric she had prepared for many days, but while she was talking, she found that Mrs. Gallard sitting opposite kept leaning forward.

Slowly, almost most of her body leaned towards her side, which made Mrs. Galar's body form a strange curve.

And the expression on her face was even more strange, and her attention seemed to be completely absent from Rebecca, her eyes were out of focus, and she was thinking about something.

Rebecca stopped, and after a few breaths, Mrs. Gallard on the opposite side still maintained this movement.

"Madame, Madame Gallard!"

Seeing the enjoying expression of the woman on the other side, Rebecca shrank back slightly with horror, but her actions also aroused the reaction of Mrs. Gallard on the other side.

Indent and indent.

The distance between the two has not changed in any way.

"lady!"

Rebecca's voice trembled, and many bad pictures flashed in her mind.

At this time, because of her stiff body and weird posture, Mrs. Galar, who was sitting opposite, finally came to her senses.

She was taken aback for a moment, then looked at Rebecca carefully, and slowly uttered a word.

"You smell good."

Resisting the urge to run away and splash tea on the face of the woman opposite, Rebecca forced out a stiff smile.

At this time, Mrs. Jia Lal's sanity returned to her body, and she got up and went straight to Rebecca.

Let the vague breath wrap yourself.

Then the body relaxed and slowly closed the eyes.

"Tell me about yourself, your childhood, your youth, and your dreams. I am more interested in these than those boring legal provisions."

"Okay, okay."

Rebecca let her left hand loose from the sugar bowl she was clenched tightly. With Mrs. Galar's old age, if this jar goes down, people should die.

"I was born in a quiet and peaceful town, where there are no factories and people live in a stable life..."

Memories spread out like oil paintings. In the morning sun and in the lingering scent of perfume, two women, one old and one young, quietly recalled the past.

At first, Rebecca was the only one talking, but Mrs. Gallard gradually relaxed, and even opened up, talking about her past.

The atmosphere was so harmonious that even the housekeepers changed the tea several times, but the two of them didn't pay attention until the bell rang and noon came, and Mrs. Galar, who had drunk too much tea, stroked her belly and stood up.

"Is it an honor for me to invite future rising stars of the legal profession to lunch here?" Mrs. Gallard half-jokingly.

"It is my pleasure, ma'am."

Rebecca didn't expect things to go so smoothly, because according to outside rumors, Mrs. Gallard was fair but not easy to get along with.

"May I ask, Miss Snow, the perfume on your body..."

"It was a gift from a friend."

"Oh, that must be a great master."

"No, no, you're too proud." Rebecca waved her hand quickly.

"How? Are you questioning my taste?" Mrs. Gallard joked, "This bottle of perfume must have been specially made for you by your friend looking for a real master perfumer."

"May I know its name?"

"Uh..." Rebecca was stunned for a moment, apparently still not recovering from Mrs. Gallard's praise.

"The name... yes..." After racking her brains, Rebecca suddenly remembered a small label attached to the bottle.

"Enlightenment... No. 1?"

The face of the female lawyer is full of weirdness, can this be the name of the perfume?

"Enlightenment, a weird name, maybe it means the enlightenment of love." Mrs. Gallard winked and gave Rebecca an ambiguous look.

"I like this style. Dear Rebecca, would you take the liberty of asking your friend to introduce me to this master perfumer?"

"I hope he can also design a perfume for me. Please rest assured, the reward I pay is definitely worthy of the master's worth."

Rebecca: Oh this...?