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 thick fog that enveloped 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 Mrs. Galar emerged in Sigmund's mind.

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

He could feel the specialness of this perfume, because the spiritual power was integrated in the process of configuration, completely transforming this ordinary bottle of perfume.

In comparison, this can already be regarded as a transcendent item. After thinking about it, the Sigmonti pen left the name of this perfume on the bottle.

Then found Rebecca.

"Can I try?"

As Rebecca spoke, she skillfully uncorked the bottle, allowing the aroma of the liquid in the bottle to overflow.

"Is this citrus-based?"

Rebecca's eyes lit up. This fresh breath was unforgettable at first sight. Compared with the strong fragrance, this smell may not be noticeable at first, but the more time passes, the more you will be addicted to it.

Chest heaving, Rebecca greedily took the gas wandering in the air for herself.

Slowly as the aroma accumulated, she felt as if she had traveled through time and returned to the happiest era.

The windmills by the water, the dewdrops in the fields, the soft soil under your feet, and the smell of sunshine in the air.

And... and bell-like laughter.

I don't know how long it took for Rebecca to recover from the memories. She felt that her spirit was fuller than ever before, as if she had returned to the early 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 held the perfume bottle in her hand, and even felt an unstoppable urge in her heart, she wanted to take this perfume as her own. As for the agreement with Mrs. Galar, she had long since left it behind.

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

"Sigmund, how vicious you are to describe a lady like that!"

"I'm just being realistic."

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

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

"I want someone to send a message for me. We'll see you later." After completing the fusion of spirit and spiritual power, Sigmund wanted to inform Gildo as soon as possible.

Regarding the choice of the extraordinary contract, he already has a tendency.

"etc!"

Rebecca ran after her shouting, "What's the name of this perfume?"

"fleeting time!"

Sigmund replied without looking back.

"what does that mean?"

Like the text on the bottle, Sigmund speaks Chinese.

"Time passed by."

"You can understand it that way."

Standing in the doorway, he turned and looked at Rebecca standing on the stairs.

"Trust me, Memories is nuke for a lady like Mrs. Gallard."

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

After walking half a street, Sigmund saw a few figures carrying cloth bags.

"Who will deliver a letter for me?"

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

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

Sigmund 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 Sigmund intently.

"Not enough?"

"Enough, sir." When Sigmund spoke, he saw the other person's appearance clearly.

He is thin and thin, with withered and yellow hair, and a pale face, which looks like he is malnourished.

Usually, those who do this kind of errand work are some half-grown children, but this guy in front of him...is too old.

"How old are you?" he asked casually.

"Fourteen, sir."

"Uh, okay." Sigmund opened his mouth, thinking that I haven't seen such a bragging person for a long time, but he waved his hand without saying anything.

"Go."

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

…………

In the evening, the red glow of the sun coats the whole city with a layer of color.

In front of the morning church, presiding judge Bennett Miller boarded the carriage, accompanied by Luda Varys.

As the person in charge of the Oracle Church in Liam City, Benet is one of the most powerful people in the city even if he has no official status.

What's more, on the surface, he has been operating the city's judicial system for many years, and his influence cannot be underestimated, whether it is among emerging businessmen or traditional aristocrats.

After going out for an exchange, he had just returned to Liam City when he received an invitation.

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

"Crack!"

The coachman took the reins indifferently, and the horses galloped happily. Luda secretly glanced at Bennett, "Sir, that Sigmund hasn't left his apartment recently."

"Let's take a look along the way, I'm just a little curious, what kind of guy will Captain Marek look at?"

Bennett Miller slowly closed his eyes.

On the other side, in the office of Marekrami Research and Consulting Company, a thin man sank into the sofa, biting a huge pipe, and kept puffing.

"Damn it, Gildo, can you use some snacks, when will you be able to enter the third level?"

Demon hunter captain Marek threw the invitation in his hand.

"Boring banquet, can you not invite me again? My time is too tight and there is not enough time."

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

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

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

"No." Gildor shook his head wildly, and he had no interest in similar activities.

"Oh, your arm doesn't seem to have fully recovered, let me squeeze it." Marek pretended to be concerned and moved over.

Gildo's face was stiff, and he jumped off the sofa immediately. He stayed for a week without any tasks. Gildo felt his joints were stiff, and he didn't want to continue.

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

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

My mother...

Ignoring Gildo's twitching cheek, Marek casually threw another envelope.

"That Sigmund said he completed the integration and was ready to be promoted."

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

"have opinions?"

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

Thank you book friend Angel Hand 5 for your five rewards, thank you! I feel like I'm all set. ()