The Witcher’s Nightmare Wagon

"It's a completely different experience!"

Mrs. Gallard no longer knew that this was the first time she had expressed such a heartfelt exclamation tonight.

When the liquid in the transparent glass bottle came into contact with her skin, the body temperature accelerated the volatilization of the perfume, mixing with the original smell of her body, and the breath emitted by Mrs. Galar changed drastically.

That is a unique taste.

It was a complete fusion and sublimation, Madam Galar even felt that she was beside her, and in a certain corner, the person who had left was watching her silently.

Every breath creates ripples of memory.

And as time went on, this feeling became more layered.

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

"This is the real tailor-made!"

"Such a true work of art, to put money in measure would even tarnish it."

Pushing open the door, Mrs. Galar walked into the banquet hall confidently and soon became the focus of everyone in the venue.

Luxurious clothing, graceful posture, decent etiquette, and most importantly, the fusion of perfumes brought her a breath of unity.

Make people unforgettable at first sight.

Taking this opportunity, Mrs. Gallard also introduced Rebecca to many people, which greatly broadened the scope of Rebecca's communication, and will have a non-negligible effect on her future business development.

The man is okay, the noble ladies and businesswomen around her quickly noticed the specialness of this perfume.

At first, only one or two people asked, but gradually more and more people gathered around Mrs. Galar.

The small circle enclosed 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!"

Mrs. held the rough glass bottle and introduced her own experience to everyone. Her language was very contagious. Although most people were skeptical, they still liked the perfume Mrs. Galar said. curious.

And as she spoke, a name gradually spread.

Sigmund Skinder, agent of a mysterious master perfumer.

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

After all, no matter what era you are in, pretense is just what you need.

And a perfume tailor-made by a master can be the killer weapon 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 the name.

"Sigmund? A very strange name..."

This name, which was unremarkable a few minutes ago, didn't take long before all the ladies at the scene began to ask questions frequently.

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

"Sigmund Skinde?" Rilla 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 Rilla runs a perfume shop in the cross street, she accidentally met a banker's daughter, and this is the only way to enter this manor.

The prosperity and glory of the upper class shocked the young girl. She only intended to take all this as an ordinary experience, but she never thought that when she was standing on the edge of the corner, she heard a voice in the center of the whole banquet that made her cry. unexpected name.

"Sigmund doesn't know any master perfumers."

"He has just started to learn how to make perfume, and there is still a long way to go in the future. It should be just the same name and surname." Rila thought silently.

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

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

Afterwards, she heard the central focus of the banquet, Mrs. Galar, the owner of the manor, was introducing it to everyone.

"Mr. Sigmund Skind is Miss Rebecca Swann's best friend. For information about Sigmund, you should ask Miss Swann."

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

But when this information reached Rila's ears, he froze in place.

"good friend?"

It should not be a coincidence that there are two people named Sigmund next to Rebecca.

So Sigmund Skind, whom Galalph spoke of, was really the young man he knew.

"But how is this possible?"

Because of Lawrence, Rilla knew Sigmund very well, and there was no one in Sigmund's social circle who could qualify as a perfume master...

etc!

Suddenly, a crazy possibility pops into mind.

Could it be... Could it be?

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

"Could it be Lawrence?"

"Yes, who else but him?!"

Lawrence is a senior perfumer who 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!"

"Could it be that Lawrence is about to become famous? If father knows what happened tonight, will he tell us about..."

Many reveries appeared in her mind, and Rila's mood was completely disturbed. She couldn't hear the sounds around her anymore.

On the other hand, Rebecca responded to everyone's inquiries politely and decently without the awkwardness of ordinary people in such social situations.

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

Until someone in deep thought looks up.

"Sigmund Skinde?" Judge Bennett looked puzzled.

"How did his name appear here?"

After casually recruiting an attendant and asking about the cause and effect of the incident, Bennett slowly approached the direction of Mrs. Galar with a glass of wine in hand.

"So that's how it is."

When Mrs. Gallard introduced the magic of that perfume and let everyone experience it briefly, a vague smile appeared on Bennett's face.

"Stupid old woman!"

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

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

As for what happened after the interrogation?

Ah!

So what now?

A dead man's trick, don't pay attention.

But just when Bennett was about to leave, a lady in the crowd sighed with reminiscence.

"What an amazing experience."

"Even the prayers in the Church of Morning Sun can't bring me such unforgettable peace!"

"Snapped!"

The wine glass in his hand suddenly shattered, and the red liquid splashed onto the Holy See costume on Bennett's body, and soon merged with the dark red color.

After shaking his hand, Bennett strode towards the center of the crowd.