The Witcher’s Nightmare Wagon

"The perfume is finished, bring it to the lady."

Sigmund found Rebecca early in the morning. He came back late yesterday, but woke up early in the morning.

Opening the window, the morning breeze dispelled the dense fog that shrouded the city, bringing the hustle and bustle of the entire city into this room.

The whistle on his chest was cold, and the life and characteristics of Madame Galar emerged in Sigmon's mind.

The sense of smell was completely opened, and the boiling spirit of spiritual power was completely integrated into it. When Sigmon came back to his senses, there was already a bottle of clear liquid in his hand.

He could feel the speciality of this perfume, because the spiritual power was integrated in the process of configuration, which completely transformed this ordinary perfume.

In comparison, this can already be regarded as an extraordinary item. After thinking about it, the Sigmundi pen left the name of this perfume on the bottle.

Then they found Rebecca.

"Can I try it?"

As Rebecca spoke, she skillfully opened the cork to let the aroma of the liquid in the bottle escape.

"Is it citrus?"

Rebecca's eyes lit up. This fresh scent is unforgettable at first sight. Compared with a strong scent, this scent might not attract attention at first, but the more time passes, the more addicted it will be.

With her chest heaving, Rebecca greedily took the gas wandering in the air for herself.

Slowly with the accumulation of aroma, she felt that she had traveled through time and returned to the happiest era.

Windmills by the water, dewdrops in the fields, soft soil underfoot, the air is filled with the smell of sunshine.

And...and the bell-like laughter.

I don't know how long it took for Rebecca to recover from her memories. She felt that her whole body was full of energy, as if she had returned to the morning when she first came to this city.

Looking forward to the future.

"Mrs. Gallard is hosting a banquet tonight, and this perfume will definitely make her the center of attention!"

Rebecca tightly squeezed the perfume bottle in her hand, and even had an uncontrollable urge in her heart, she wanted to take this perfume as her own. As for the agreement with Madam Galar, she had long since thrown it out of her mind.

"I think that lady will be satisfied, especially an old lady of his age."

"Sigmon, you are so vicious to describe a lady like that!"

"I'm just being realistic."

"I've finished the perfume, so don't ask me for similar things next time."

To be honest, Sigmon himself has not figured out the process and key to making this special perfume. This thing will definitely have a large market, but it is almost difficult to be copied.

"I'm going to find someone to help me with a message, and we'll see you later." After completing the fusion of spirit and spiritual power, Sigmon wanted to notify Gildo as soon as possible.

Regarding the choice of the extraordinary contract, he already has an inclination.

"and many more!"

Rebecca shouted and ran out, "What's the name of this perfume?"

"Fleeting Years!"

Sigmund replied without looking back.

"what does that mean?"

Like the text on the bottle, Sigmon speaks Chinese.

"The time gone by."

"You can understand that."

He stood at the door and turned around, looking at Rebecca standing on the stairs.

"Trust me, Memories are nuclear bombs for a lady like Mrs. Gallard."

"Nuclear bomb..." Rebecca looked confused, and when she came back to her senses, Sigmund had long since disappeared.

Halfway out of the street, Sigmon saw a few figures with cloth bags on their shoulders.

"Who will help me deliver the letter?"

Hearing his words, the figures standing at the corner turned their heads, then stepped back in unison, revealing a thin figure standing in the middle.

"Give it to Mr. Gildo Brown at Malek Consulting and Investigation Company."

Sigmon didn't think much about handing over the envelope and the copper coins.

The other party took the envelope and copper coins, but did not leave immediately, but raised his head and looked at Sigmon intently.

"Isn't it enough?"

"Enough, sir." Only then did Sigmon see the other's face clearly when he spoke.

He was thin and small, his hair was dry and yellow, and his face was pale and malnourished.

Generally speaking, those who do this kind of errand work are half-aged children, but this guy in front of me... is too old.

"How old are you?" he asked casually.

"Fourteen, sir."

"Uh, okay." Sigmund opened his mouth and said in his heart that I haven't seen such a bragging person in a long time, but he didn't say anything and waved his hand.

"Go."

The 41-year-old boy left with a satchel on his back.

……

In the evening, the red glow of the sun casts a layer of color on the entire city.

In front of the Dawn Church, Judge Bennett Miller boarded the carriage, along with Luda Varys.

As the head of the Oracle Church in Liam City, even if he has no official identity, Bennett is one of the most powerful people in the city.

What's more, he has been operating in the city's judicial system for many years. Whether it is among emerging businessmen or traditional aristocrats, he has an influence that cannot be underestimated.

After an outing, he received an invitation as soon as he returned to Liam City.

The coachman raised his whip, but Bennett seemed to think of something, "Take Elm Street."

"Crack!"

The coachman was undecided, pulling the reins, and the horses hoofed crisply and happily ran. Luda glanced at Bennett quietly, "Sir, that Sigmund hasn't left his apartment recently."

"Let's take a look on the way, I'm just a little curious, what kind of guy is Captain Malek looking at?"

Bennett Miller slowly closed his eyes.

On the other side, in the office of Marekrami Investigation and Consulting Company, a thin man sank into the sofa, biting a huge pipe and breathing continuously.

"Damn it, Gildo, can you use dim sum? When exactly will you be able to enter the third tier?"

Demon Hunter Captain Marek threw the invitation card out of his hand.

"Boring banquet, can you please not invite me again? My time is too tight, it's not enough."

"God bless you that the husband of one of your sixteen widows will come back suddenly, so you should be able to relax a bit."

While talking, Gildo loosened the bandages on his hands little by little, clenched his fists slightly, his muscles were tensed, and the previous injury had almost recovered.

"Change clothes and accompany me to the dinner party."

"No." Gildo shook his head frantically, and he didn't have any interest in similar activities.

"Oops, your arm doesn't seem to have fully recovered, so stretch it out and let me pinch it." Malek pretended to be concerned and leaned over.

Gildo's face stiffened and he immediately bounced off the sofa. After staying for a week without any assignments, Gildo felt that his joints were stiff, and he didn't want to continue.

"I'm going to prepare the captain. Which suit do you think is more suitable for me to wear today?"

"Don't be so troublesome, you just help me drive a carriage, you don't need to go in."

My Nima...

Ignoring Gildo's twitching cheeks, Malek casually threw another envelope.

"That Sigmund said that he has completed the fusion and is ready for promotion."

"You peeked at my letter?!" Gildo screamed strangely.

"have opinions?"

"No, next time if you want to see it, you can tell me in advance, and I will help you tear the envelope open..."

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