The Witcher’s Nightmare Wagon

"But there are still many guests outside..."

The housekeeper spoke in a timely manner.

In this era, the relationship between a housekeeper and a master cannot be viewed as a simple employment relationship, not to mention that Mrs. Galar was born in a noble family. In that era, an excellent housekeeper meant a lot to the master.

And this housekeeper has lived in Mrs. Gallard's family since she was a child, and she knows Mrs. Gallard very well.

So just now with just a few facial expressions and subtle movements, the housekeeper guessed part of Mrs. Gallard's psychological thoughts.

Then there was the subsequent intervention.

In her opinion, this approach is a double protection for the host and the guest, so at this time, facing Rebecca's sudden request, she had to speak again.

Just enough, so that neither side is too ugly.

As for the idea that it was really a master perfume, it never appeared in their minds at all.

It has only been less than a week since Rebecca and Mrs. Galar met last time.

To create a custom-made perfume for a client for a week is like asking a musician to compose a symphony that can be recognized by the industry in the same short period of time.

is ridiculous.

"It's alright, you can't even use perfume for a minute." Rebecca didn't understand the good intentions of the housekeeper.

She had experienced the wonders of this fragrance, and the feeling was completely beyond all her imagination.

So she is full of unreserved confidence in the fragrance configured by Sigmund.

"Ma'am, you didn't wear any perfume on your body today. After all, it's a little inappropriate on this occasion."

In social situations, a woman's perfume is an essential part of a man's hat.

"Okay, since you keep insisting."

Madam Galar made up her mind, she waved to the housekeeper, "Help me take care of it, I will respect Miss Snow's request."

The housekeeper nodded and stepped out. At this time, Rebecca also vaguely noticed something from the change in Madam Galar's address.

"let's start."

Mrs. Gallard sat down again. Of course, she would not use an unfamiliar perfume directly, but took a deep look at Rebecca, and then opened the cork.

He gently waved his palm to let the breath that escaped from the bottle quickly diffuse out.

"Miss Snow, I am very happy to get along with you, but I have to tell you, this perfume... eh?"

Halfway through speaking, Mrs. Gallard stopped abruptly, and the next second, her body suddenly leaned forward, causing her entire face to break into the area with the strongest scent of perfume.

"What does this taste like?"

Thin palms grabbed the edge of the table, trembling with excitement.

The charming breath was swallowed bit by bit like a ribbon.

As the concentration of aura increased, Mrs. Gallard felt that a familiar picture was unfolded in front of her eyes.

Her spirit got rid of the limitations of her old body, crossed time, and returned to the summer decades ago.

She was riding a horse, wearing a straw hat that didn't fit her identity mischievously, and in the field of splendid flowers, she met that man for the first time.

They know each other...

Time is like flowing water.

When she regained her senses, Mrs. Gallard found that she was still sitting in the sitting position just now. She wanted to say something, but found that her throat was choked up, and her face was full of tears.

"Madam?!"

"What did you do?" The housekeeper, who had been watching carefully, barged in from outside the door, but Mrs. Galar didn't say anything, just waved her hand to let the other party back down.

Rebecca sealed the perfume bottle and looked at the tearful Mrs. Gallard in surprise.

She has experienced the fragrance and understands its magic. But I never thought that there would be such a strong performance on Mrs. Gallard.

correct.

It was only at this moment that the female lawyer remembered that this was a custom perfume, and Sigmund had a detailed understanding of Mrs. Gallard's life preferences and habits before making it.

The next second, Mrs. Gallard snatched the bottle of transparent liquid from Rebecca in a gesture that was almost snatch.

"Masterpiece, this is an unparalleled masterpiece!"

"In my heart, there is no other fragrance in the world that can compare to it!"

Mrs Gallard looked fascinated.

"I can't even imagine how I would spend the rest of my life if I couldn't have it again?"

"What's its formula?!"

Mrs. Gallard stared into Rebecca's eyes, "Tell me its recipe!"

"What does the master need?"

"Money, real estate, status?"

"I can give it to him!"

Madam Galar's desire at this moment shocked Rebecca secretly. Under the staring eyes of the other party, he squeezed out a dry sentence.

"Sigmon said...well, it was the master's exact words, he said that the perfume he made was unique."

"Cannot be copied."

"Not even him!"

"Sure enough." Mrs. Gallard sat down again with a bit of loneliness, "Only this is reasonable, and only this makes it precious."

"I will only use this perfume when I miss him the most in the future."

he?

Rebecca didn't know what Madam Gallard saw, but it should be the memory of this lady.

After a long silence, Mrs. Gallard's mood slowly stabilized.

"Please forgive me Rebecca, I have to apologize to you. It's only been a few days, and you came up with a special perfume that you call yourself a master."

"This is really crazy, no one has ever done it before, so I thought you did it to please me on purpose..."

"I understand~www.novelmt.com~ To be honest, I can't believe it." Rebecca didn't care, and she might find it difficult to accept the change of identity.

"Any word to describe it is pale, this perfume means a lot to me." Mrs. Gallard ran her fingers through the humble bottle and noticed the two odd characters again.

"Now, can you tell me the meaning of this symbol?"

"Is that the master's name?"

"No." Rebecca shook her head.

"It's the name of this perfume."

"Fleeting years."

"It should be this pronunciation." The female lawyer repeated lamely.

"Sigmund said that it represented the passing of time."

"Fleeting years..." Mrs. Gallard's eyes flashed complex light, and her fingers squeezed the perfume tighter.

"Thank you Rebecca, thank you for your friend Sigmund... What's his full name?"

"Sigmund Skind."

"It seems that this friend of yours must have a very close relationship with that master perfumer. Is he the agent of that master?"

Many senior perfumers are addicted to complicated experiments and formulas, and are unwilling to be disturbed by the trivialities of the outside world. Generally speaking, they choose a partner to help them take care of external affairs.

This is the agent, which is equivalent to the agent around the stars in today's society.

"Ah? Uh... yes, yes." Rebecca nodded frequently.

"It seems that starting from today, there will be another name that is sought after by everyone in the upper class." Mrs. Gallard smeared the perfume on her body and said thoughtfully.

"Ma'am, the guests are here."

The housekeeper reminded again.

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