The Witcher’s Nightmare Wagon

"It's a completely different experience!"

Mrs. Gallard has no idea that this is the first time she has given such a heartfelt exclamation tonight.

When the liquid in the transparent glass bottle came into contact with her skin, her body temperature accelerated the volatilization of the perfume, mixed with the original smell of her body, and Mrs. Gallard's breath changed drastically.

It's a unique taste.

It was a complete fusion and sublimation. Mrs. Gallard even felt that she was by her side. In a corner, the person who had left was watching her silently.

Every breath can bring ripples of memory.

And over time, this feeling has become more layered.

"When this banquet is over, be sure to bring your friend here. I hope you can thank him in person!"

"This is the real tailoring!"

"Such a real work of art, measured by money, would even taint it."

Pushing open the door, Mrs. Gallard walked into the banquet hall confidently and quickly became the focus of everyone in the audience.

Luxurious clothing, graceful posture, decent etiquette, and most importantly, the fusion of perfumes brings her that kind of seamless breath.

It's unforgettable.

Taking this opportunity, Mrs. Gallard also introduced Rebecca to many people, which greatly broadened the scope of Rebecca's communication and will play an important role in her future business development.

The men are okay, the noble ladies and businessmen's daughters around her quickly noticed the special features of this fragrance.

At first, there were only one or two people who asked, but gradually more and more people gathered around Mrs. Gallard.

The enclosed small circle hinders the circulation of air, but instead makes the scent of the perfume more intense.

"It's an amazing fragrance, no? I should even call it a potion!"

Madame held the rough glass bottle and introduced her experience to everyone. Her language was very contagious. Although most people had doubts, they were still very impressed with the perfume that Madame Gallard said. curious.

And as she spoke, a name gradually spread.

Sigmund Skind, the agent of a mysterious master perfumer.

Women are naturally curious creatures. In this era, the pursuit of jewelry and perfume has reached an unimaginable level.

After all, pretending is just a necessity no matter what era.

And a perfume tailored by a master can be the killer of a banquet for any lady, keeping her very popular in their small circle for a long time.

So more and more people started talking about this name.

"Sigmon? A very unfamiliar name..."

This name was just a few minutes ago, but it didn't take long for all the ladies at the scene to start asking questions frequently.

At this time, in a corner on the edge of the crowd, a young girl put down her wine glass with a puzzled face.

"Sigmund Skind?" Rila looked puzzled.

"Is it someone with the same name and surname?"

As Perio, there is no way to enter this kind of occasion, but because Rila runs a perfume shop in the Cross Street, she accidentally met the daughter of a banker, and this was the opportunity to enter this manor.

The prosperity and glory of the upper class shocked this girl. She originally only intended to treat this as an ordinary experience, but when she never wanted to stand on the edge of the corner, she heard a message in the center of the banquet that made her feel Unexpected name.

"Sigmon doesn't know any perfumer."

"He has just started learning how to make perfume, and he has a long way to go. It should just be the same name and surname." Rila thought silently.

But at this moment, not far from the center of the banquet, there was a sudden exclamation, and from the gap in the scattered crowd, Rila saw a familiar figure.

"That person... seems to be Rebecca, the female lawyer."

Then, she heard the central focus of the banquet, Madame Galar, the owner of the manor, introduced it to everyone.

"This Mr. Sigmund Skinder is Miss Rebecca Swan's close friend. You should ask Miss Swan about Sigmund's information."

With Mrs. Gallard's guidance, the female lawyer instantly became another focus.

But this information came to Rila's ears, but he was stunned in place.

"Good friend?"

It shouldn't happen that Rebecca has two people named Sigmund beside her.

So Sigmund Skind in Garalf's mouth was really the young man he knew.

"But how is this possible?"

Because of Lawrence, Rila knows Sigmund very well. There is no one in Sigmund's social circle who can match the perfume master...

and many more!

Suddenly, a crazy possibility popped into my head.

Could it be... could it be?

Rila's breathing became rapid, and a figure appeared in front of her.

"Could it be Lawrence?"

"Yes, who else could it be besides him?!"

Lawrence is a senior perfumer, and often has his own ideas at work, and it is precisely because of this that Rila began to pay attention to this man.

It is entirely possible for a person to develop a special perfume that belongs to him after more than ten years of study and summary.

"Oh my God!"

"Is Lawrence about to become famous? If my father knew what happened tonight, would he not have any..."

A lot of reverie appeared in my mind, and Rila's mood was completely disturbed. She couldn't hear the sounds around her.

On the other hand, there is no ordinary person who is cramped when facing this kind of social situation~www.novelmt.com~ Rebecca responded to everyone's inquiries politely and decently.

With everyone's discussion, Sigmund's name continued to expand outward like the eye of the storm, until it spread to every corner of the manor.

Until someone in contemplation lifts his head.

"Sigmund Skind?" Presiding Judge Bennett looked puzzled.

"Why does his name appear here?"

After beckoning an attendant, after asking the cause and effect of the matter, Bennett slowly approached the direction of Madam Gallard with a glass of wine.

"It turned out to be so."

When listening to Mrs. Gallard introducing the magic of the perfume and letting everyone experience it simply, a faint smile appeared on Bennett's face.

"Stupid old woman!"

He didn't speak, he watched all this silently with the feeling of watching a clown performance.

"Calculate the time, Luda should have caught the young man and is on his way back to the Church of the Morning Sun. When everything here is over, I can personally interrogate him."

As for what happened after the interrogation?

Ah!

What about now?

A dead man's trick, don't care.

But just as Bennett was about to leave, a lady in the crowd sighed with an aftertaste.

"It's an amazing experience."

"Even the prayers in the Dawn Church can't bring me such unforgettable tranquility!"

"Snapped!"

The wine glass in his hand shattered suddenly, and the red liquid splashed onto the Vatican clothes on Bennett's body, which quickly merged with the dark red color.

Shaking his hands, Bennett strode towards the center of the crowd.

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