The Witcher’s Nightmare Wagon

Jingle Bell.

Sigmon pushed open the door and entered, and in an instant, all kinds of messy aromas enveloped him. This was the first time he had accepted such a complex aura after he acquired extraordinary powers.

Intense, light, long, stimulating.

He closed his eyes, and did not activate his extraordinary ability rashly, but tried to distinguish with the enhanced sense of smell.

There are the most common lavender and rose perfumes.

There are also mixed neroli oil, tuberose oil, and longevity flower oil.

Of course, there are deeper and more complicated hidden ones. What is that? By the way, jasmine oil and cinnamon oil.

These blended scents are like a heavy band, layered and orderly.

Apart from some that he could distinguish, there were more familiar or completely unfamiliar flavors.

In the world he lived in, the use and manufacture of fragrances had reached a high level, but at that time he did not have the ability to do it now.

"Sir, what do you need?"

A voice woke Sigmon from the scented sea. He opened his eyes and saw the figure standing behind the counter through the whale oil lamp on the roof.

"Rila, why are you here?"

"Sigmon!"

The girl was also full of surprise, and then a blush appeared on her face. Obviously, she also thought of the absurd confession this morning.

Because of cowardice and shyness, she accomplished a feat, grabbing her son's hand and confessing to her father.

"You came here to find me or... Lao..."

"No, I just happened to be passing by."

Sigmon explained, he glanced left and right, the room was not too big, and the goods inside were neatly arranged.

The commercial development of this world cannot be compared with that of the Internet era with the explosion of information, so every store will be filled with as many things as possible.

The signboard is a perfume shop, but the products it offers range from high-end fragrances, flower essential oils, extracts, secretions to solid, liquid and waxy daily cosmetics and medicines.

And that doesn't include pomade, powder, soap, body wash, detergent...

It is conceivable that if these things are piled up, the decoration in the store will be chaotic, and sometimes the guests who come in will not even have much place to stay, and the shopping experience will not be good.

However, this store is also an outlier.

"This is a store I manage alone, and I was in charge of it until I was grounded," Rila explained.

"By the way, what are you doing here? Are you shopping for perfume for the girl you like?" Rila was at a loss for words.

"No, I think perfume making is a special craft, and I plan to learn it, so I came here to see it."

"Great, you finally figured it out!"

"The mysticism you studied before, and your friends who like those bizarre knowledge... Well, I think Lawrence will be very happy to know your change."

"If you want to learn to make perfume, you can't do it without tools, you wait..." After speaking, without waiting for Sigmon to answer, he turned and ran into the back room.

At this moment, a slightly irritable voice came from upstairs.

"Rila, who are you talking to? Let me be quiet for a while!"

With the creaking of the wooden boards of the stairs, Antoine walked down with his bare head, and then saw Sigmund standing in front of the counter at a glance.

"It's you!"

"What are you doing here?!"

Sigmund was slightly surprised. He thought the police would detain Antoine for one night, but he did not expect to be released so quickly.

Antoine's forehead was throbbing with blue veins, "What do you want to do?!" He is now very wary of Sigmund.

Because of the murder of the perfume workshop and the hype of Sigmon's money in the newspapers, some so-called "pursuing the truth" reporters came to Antoine's mansion for the first time.

The reporters of this era are far less rampant than the Internet era, but even so, the repeated harassment has made Antoine extremely annoying.

That's why they hid in a shop called Rila that was not known to outsiders.

But I didn't expect to meet Sigmund here by chance.

But in the eyes of Antoine at this time, all this is naturally the conspiracy of this young man.

"You misunderstood me, I just wanted to learn a little about perfume making, so I wandered around and happened to come here." Sigmund replied calmly.

But Antoine stared, with a look on his face that you don't want to deceive me.

"Learn perfume making?"

He sneered.

"It's up to you? Tell me, what is your real purpose?"

I'm here to propose to your daughter for my father.

After thinking about it, Sigmund swallowed the words that flashed in his heart. He was afraid that Antoine would bruise his brain on the spot and fainted when he heard his words.

"You father and son don't have a good thing!"

"Especially Lawrence! He grew up with Rila, how could he be... a slutty bastard, a villain!"

"Father."

Rila came over with a wooden box.

"Hmph, no matter what you think, Sigmund, go back and tell Lawrence that as long as I'm alive, I can't agree..."

"Father!" Rila interrupted Antoine, who clenched his fists angrily and made the most vicious oath.

"Whoever you want to marry, but if it's Lawrence."

Antoine took a deep breath.

"Then I will die at your wedding!"

Hearing this sentence, Rila's face turned pale, and her body swayed and nearly collapsed to the ground.

Old husbands and young wives are not rare in this era, but one of Antoine's words is extremely vicious.

Lawrence has been working in the perfume workshop for many years~www.NovelMTL.com~ That sentence, watching Ryla grow up, can penetrate all of Lawrence's psychological defenses.

This turned a sincere love regardless of source and age into obscenity and **** with ulterior motives.

After speaking, he walked upstairs with heavy steps, "Wait for the crystal bottle to come back and pack the prepared perfume. Madam Galar has been waiting for a long time!"

Antoine commanded indifferently.

Rila's perfume packaging design is loved by many customers, so Antoine will hand over the final process to each other.

Because of the murder, Antoine has lost a lot of potential customers. Although Madame Gallard's custom perfume has no profit, it is the basis for him to open all subsequent cooperation.

He still clearly distinguishes between business and affection.

"Feel sorry."

Rila's eyes were red, and she handed Sigmon the box in her hand, "This is the tool I used when I first learned how to make perfume, and I can't use it now, so I'll give it to you."

"Besides that, if you need any help in the learning process, you can always come to me. I'm not as experienced as Lawrence, but the spice store here is rich enough."

"As long as I'm here, you can come and pick it up anytime."

"Thank you." Sigmund thanked sincerely.

Before leaving, he suddenly raised his voice, "Mr. Perrio, think about Lawrence, he is very good."

"And I've always wanted a younger brother."

After speaking, he gave Rila an encouraging wink, turned and rushed out of the door.

Almost at the same time, Antoine's angry roar came from behind Sigmon.

In a good mood, Sigmund raised his whip and prepared to use his own method to start merging spirit and spiritual power after returning home.

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