The Witcher’s Nightmare Wagon

Marek Lami Survey \u0026 Consulting.

The battle between Sigmund and Luda did not take long. The actual confrontation between the two sides did not even last a minute, so when Sigmund came to the consulting company, it was not completely dark yet.

He stood at the corner not far across the street, looking at the building that belonged to the headquarters of the Demon Hunter.

"Solved?" Sigmund murmured to himself endlessly.

"You guessed it right, there is indeed a guy who is good at hiding and tracking beside Luda."

Ashley's voice came from nowhere.

"No more injuries?" Sigmund asked casually.

"I'm a professional at this kind of work."

Um.

Sigmund nodded, "I'll be safe once I get in there, and you should go back quickly, be careful on the road."

There was no response to his words, and just when Sigmund thought the female assassin had left quietly, a voice of appreciation came from the darkness.

"You did well today."

"Amazing, even!"

Sigmund scanned for a week but couldn't find the figure of the female assassin. He took a deep breath, and his extraordinary ability activated many breaths to pour in.

But even so, Sigmund found nothing after careful identification. After knowing Sigmund's extraordinary ability, Ashley almost instinctively made adjustments.

"Thank you for your compliment, but the occasion is not right." Sigmund smiled, making a joke as if talking to himself.

It can be next second.

"What occasion?" Ashley's voice sounded again.

Sigmund fled.

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On the other side, Gildo waved his whip, never letting Benet's carriage out of his sight from the beginning to the end. Until the carriage drove into a manor built in the middle of the mountain.

The neighborhood near Elm Street is already considered a relatively prosperous place in Liam City, and being able to own an independent manor not far from there is no longer something that can be done with money alone.

Technological progress has brought rapid expansion of wealth. Many industrial tycoons and bankers have wealth in their names that far exceeds that of many established nobles.

But even so, the center of power in this world has not shifted, and remains in the hands of a small group of people.

More wealth, more power. In the process of industry, conflicts inevitably broke out between old and new forces.

It's just that the current contradiction has not been stimulated to the limit.

Gildor parked the carriage, and Captain Marek stepped down from it.

"Almost all the high-class people in Liam City are gathered here?" The demon hunter looked around in surprise.

"Who is hosting the banquet?" Except for the mayor of Liam City, Wallace Brinsley, he couldn't think of anyone else who could have such a big influence.

"A lady from the capital, Mrs. Gallard, this lady's noble family has a strong influence. Even our Mr. Mayor was once just an ordinary student of his husband."

"If her husband hadn't died too early, with Madam Galar's influence, we wouldn't be qualified to be here."

At the same time, Mrs. Galar, whom the Mareks mentioned, was receiving a special guest alone in the upstairs room.

"Rebecca..." Mrs. Gallard looked at the female lawyer hesitantly, "Did you bring that master's work?"

No wonder she was skeptical, as far as she knew, many gifted people tended to be eccentric, some perfume makers in particular.

In addition, the birth of every perfume is almost equivalent to a work of art, which often takes a long time and rare inspiration from a master.

A long-lasting perfume is something that can only be encountered but not sought after. No matter for any lady, this kind of special customization is a rare luck in a lifetime.

"Uh...my friend, Sigmund, he has a good relationship with that perfume master, and he explained your request in detail...and it just so happened that the master was inspired, so he completed this piece so quickly. work."

Rebecca produced a modest bottle.

To be honest, compared to the possible value of this perfume, the bottle in full bloom is a bit too ordinary.

It's not that the female lawyer didn't think about extra packaging.

But in order to avoid unnecessary waste in the perfume transfer process, she abandoned the idea.

At this time, Mrs. Gallard was somewhat skeptical.

According to her understanding, although some masters are often eccentric, they are very concerned about each of their works. The bottles that hold these works of art need to be specially designed, if not extravagant.

But at this time, the one in Rebecca's hand...

This wouldn't come from a shop in Cross Street, would it?

Thinking of this, her expectations for the perfume in Rebecca's hand immediately dropped a lot. Even the eyes that looked at Rebecca contained a little weirdness.

"Is it to please me, you heard about this banquet, so you made preparations in a hurry?"

To be honest, the conversation that morning and the enjoyable lunch made her very fond of this girl who was full of dreams and striving to become stronger. In Rebecca, she even saw a little shadow of herself when she was young.

Even without that perfume, she is willing to help such a girl.

In fact, she is also willing to wait for a certain period of time for the perfume.

In her position she had access to some spiritual master perfumers who were well known even in high society.

Lady Gallard has no shortage of similar outlets. In the capital, she herself has a long-term relationship with a perfumer.

If it weren't for the accidental loss of the perfume she carried during the bumpy journey. Nor is she here to enlist the impromptu help of a local perfumer.

As for the request to Rebecca, it was only a pleasure. She thinks no woman can refuse a perfume tailored for herself.

And that wasn't part of her deal with Rebecca.

So if Rebecca deliberately bought a perfume just to please her, this behavior was equivalent to deception in the eyes of Mrs. Gallard.

This series of thoughts flashed through Mrs. Galar's mind, but on the surface she didn't reveal much, just took the perfume bottle casually.

The label on the bottle is two quirky handwritten symbols.

"What's this?"

"The perfumer's special mark?"

"Sigmund said... well, he heard from the perfume master that this is an ancient text, and the specific meaning will not be too late after you have experienced this perfume."

Rebecca sold a trick naughty.

"All right."

Mrs. Gallard nodded, but at this moment, the housekeeper came quickly, "Madam, Mr. Brinsley and many guests have already arrived. Look..."

As the owner of the manor, Mrs. Gallard has not shown up for a long time, which is a bit rude no matter how you say it.

"Go and get ready."

With a casual order, Mrs. Galar held the perfume bottle in her hand and stood up.

The timing of the housekeeper's appearance was just right, so that she didn't have to experiment with this so-called master perfume in Rebecca's presence.

She admired this motivated young girl, but this was just right, and the experience afterwards avoided the embarrassment of being exposed on the spot.

In this way, she can gently let the girl understand that overly utilitarian attempts should not be done.

But at this moment, Mrs. Gallard felt her wrist tighten.

"Madam, give it a try, you can become the focus of this banquet in just one minute!"

Rebecca looked expectant.