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 the butler and the master cannot be viewed as a simple employment relationship, not to mention that Mrs. Galar was of noble birth. In that bygone era, an outstanding butler meant a lot to the master.

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

So just a few expressions and subtle changes in movements, the housekeeper guessed part of Mrs. Galar's psychological thoughts.

Then there was the later intervention.

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

Enough is enough so that neither side is too ugly.

As for the idea that it was really a master perfume, it never crossed their minds.

Less than a week had passed since Rebecca had last seen Madame Gallard.

It is like asking a musician to compose a symphony that can be recognized by the industry in the same short time to prepare a tailor-made perfume for a certain guest in a week.

It's ridiculous.

"It's okay, it won't take even a minute to spray the perfume." Rebecca didn't understand the good intentions of the housekeeper at all.

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

Therefore, she is full of unreserved confidence in this perfume formulated by Sigmon.

"Ma'am, you didn't wear any perfume on your body today. It's inappropriate on this occasion after all."

In social situations, a woman's perfume is as essential as a man's hat.

"Okay, since you insist on it again and again."

Madam Gallard 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 backed out. At this time, Rebecca also vaguely noticed something from the change in Madam Galar's address to her.

"let's start."

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

Gently wave your palm, let the breath overflowing from the bottle spread out quickly.

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

In the middle of speaking, Mrs. Galar stopped abruptly. In the next second, she suddenly leaned forward, allowing her entire face to break into the area with the strongest fragrance.

"What's the smell?"

Thin palms gripped the edge of the table, shaking with excitement.

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

As the concentration of the breath increased, Mrs. Galar felt a familiar picture unfold in front of her eyes.

Her spirit got rid of the constraints of her old body, traveled across time, and returned to that summer decades ago.

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

They know each other...

Time is like flowing water.

When she came back to her senses, Mrs. Galar found that she was still in the sitting position just now. She wanted to say something, but found that her throat was choked, and she was already in tears.

"lady?!"

"What did you do?" The housekeeper, who had been watching carefully, broke in from the door, but Mrs. Gallard didn't say anything, she just waved her hand to make the other party back away.

Rebecca sealed the perfume bottle and looked at the tearful Mrs. Gallard with a surprised face.

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 then that the female lawyer remembered that this was a custom-made perfume. Before making it, Sigmund had learned about Mrs. Galar's life preferences and habits in detail.

In the next second, Mrs. Gallard snatched the bottle of transparent liquid from Rebecca in an almost snatching gesture.

"Masterpiece, this is an incomparable masterpiece!"

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

Madame Gallard looked fascinated.

"I can't even imagine, if I can't have it anymore, how will I spend the rest of my life?"

"What's its formula?!"

Madame Gallard looked into Rebecca's eyes, "Tell me the recipe!"

"What does the master need?"

"Money, real estate, status?"

"I can give it to him!"

Madame Gallard's desire at this moment terrified Rebecca to herself. Under the gaze of the other party, he squeezed out a dry sentence.

"Sigmund said... well, that's the exact words of the master. He said that the perfume he made was unique."

"Cannot be copied."

"Not even him!"

"Sure enough." Mrs. Gallard sat down again feeling a little lonely, "Only in this way is it reasonable, and only in this way can it appear precious."

"In the future I will only wear this fragrance when I miss him the most."

he?

Rebecca didn't know what Mrs. Galar saw, but it should be the memory of this lady alone.

After a long silence, Madam Galar's mood gradually stabilized.

"Forgive me Rebecca, I have to apologize to you, it's only been a few days, and you have come up with a special perfume that claims to be a master."

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

"I understand. To be honest, I can't believe it." Rebecca didn't care, and she probably couldn't accept the change of identity.

"The description of any words is pale, this perfume means a lot to me." Mrs. Gallard's fingers slid across the crude bottle, and once again noticed the two weird characters.

"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 time."

"It should be pronounced this way." The female lawyer repeated lamely.

"Sigmund says it represents time gone by."

"Fleeing years..." Mrs. Galar's eyes were shining with complex lights, and her fingers slightly tightened her grip on the perfume.

"Thank you, Rebecca, and thank you to your friend Sigmund...what's his full name?"

"Sigmund Skinde."

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

Many high-end perfume blenders are obsessed with complicated experiments and formulas, and do not want to be disturbed by the trivialities of the outside world. Generally speaking, they will choose a partner to help them take care of external affairs.

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

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

"It seems that from today onwards, there will be another name that is sought after by everyone in the high society." Mrs. Galar said thoughtfully as she applied the perfume on her body.

"Ma'am, all the guests have arrived."

The housekeeper reminded again.

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