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. Galar, 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 again.

"Miss Snow, Mrs. Gallard asked me not to be too anxious. She said that masters are generally eccentric, and the composition of a perfume also needs 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..."

"Believe me, Miss Snow, this friend of yours must have paid a very high price to please you."

"He is very attentive. Compared with those stereotyped jewellery, a perfume tailor-made for a woman is simply too attractive!"

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

What she didn't know was that on 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 regardless of her image, and she ran upstairs with a thump.

"Snapped!"

"where did you buy?!"

"Bought it?" Sigmund was taken aback.

"I said that I want to learn perfume making." He replied without raising his head, "I made this yesterday."

"The first work."

"You made this perfume?!"

Rebecca stared, all kinds of praises from Ms. Gallard sounded in her mind, so the illusory master and the man in front of her kept intertwining, so that Rebecca didn't know how to tell them apart.

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

This was the first perfume that Sigmon prepared when his spiritual power merged. There was no so-called molecular formula, and there was no measuring cup. He followed an instinctive guidance.

In Sigmund's view this is less modulation than discovery.

Gently shake the perfume bottle.

Although it may seem random, he has a lot of confidence in the work.

"No, it's fine."

In fact it was too good to be true.

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

"Can you make me another perfume? I have one...no, Madame Gallard."

After thinking about it, Rebecca still told the truth.

"Tailored."

Sigmund was stunned, this bottle of perfume was a product of chance, and of course there was no possibility of it being tailor-made for anyone.

If the only special place.

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

"Could it be that the problem is here!" Sigmund immediately became interested when his eyes lit up.

Perhaps this is the real direction Gildo mentioned.

"What is this old... well, Mrs. Gallard's request? And her preferences?"

"She doesn't like too strong perfumes because it can make her nose uncomfortable and even clogged...or sneezing."

"Of course, a monotonous aroma won't do either, it will make her look stinky."

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

"The age of this Madame Gallard..."

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

"But this is what I have to know, sixty or more?"

Rebecca's silence seemed to be tacit consent.

"That's no wonder."

Sigmund nodded.

At the age of Mrs. Gallard, there will be a little aging smell on her body, which is the so-called old man's smell. This kind of smell is more common in men, and slightly less in women.

The specific causes are complex, and living habits, eating habits, health care, and personal physique will all have an impact.

Other old women would have covered it with strong perfume. However, this method obviously did not work on Mrs. Gallard.

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

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

In fact, it is very simple to solve the problem of Mrs. Galar, just make adjustments in the formula and add some kind of spices for the aging smell.

But what Sigmund noticed was what was hidden behind this incident.

Because compared to ordinary perfume, the Enlightenment No. 1 he configured obviously has some extraordinary characteristics.

Although extremely weak.

"Talk to me about this Mrs. Gallard, her life."

An idea came to mind.

"marvelous!"

"You promised!" After the excitement, Rebecca hesitated, "Mrs. Gallard always thought that you spent a lot of money to find a famous perfumer to mix that bottle of 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 must be more convincing than me."

Rebecca thought for a moment and nodded.

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

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

Sigmund didn't need much, this time he didn't go whoring for nothing, and left twenty gold pounds before leaving.

The wealth dwindled further, leaving only 75 gold pounds and a pile of small change.

Sigmund left, and Antoine's carriage arrived at Rila's perfume shop. The two did not meet, and the perfume merchant threw the box on the counter with a gloomy expression as soon as they entered the room.

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

"Gululu!" Rilla's words were interrupted by the roar of her stomach.

"What has that Sigmund been doing lately?"

Rila shook her head blankly.

"Where's Lawrence?"

Rila shook her head again.

"Could it be that I'm overthinking... who would the master perfumer be?" Antoine looked puzzled.

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

This process was not smooth, but the integration of spirit and spiritual power deepened once again during the bumps and bumps.

For several days, Sigmund stayed at home, studied hard, and devoted himself to research.

Five days later in the evening, after recovering from the fragrant environment, Sigmund realized that the hourglass of the carriage had been lost before he knew it, and a new round of summons came again.

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

The city was shrouded in mist at some point, and Sigmund stood in a remote street and opened the call for the carriage.

Breaking through the fog, the nightmare carriage appeared again.

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

"Dear master, welcome back!"

"Service has been updated!"

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