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Chapter 49 You are awesome

Marekrami Investigation and Consulting Company.

The battle between Sigmun and Luda did not take long. The real confrontation between the two sides was less than a minute, so when Sigmun came to the consulting company, it was not completely dark.

He stood at the corner not far from the street and looked at the building belonging to the headquarters of the Demon Hunter.

"Solved?" Sigmun said to himself without any hesitation.

"You guessed it, there is indeed a guy around Luda who is good at hiding and tracking."

Ashley's voice came from nowhere.

"Didn't you get hurt again?" Sigmun asked casually.

“I’m professional in this kind of work.”

Um.

Sigmun nodded, "I will be safe after entering there, so you can go back quickly, be careful on the way."

His words received no response, and just as Sigmun thought the female assassin had left quietly, a sound of admiration came from the darkness.

“You performed well today.”

“It can even be said to be very good!”

Sigmun could not find the female assassin after a week of scanning. He took a deep breath and his extraordinary ability activated many breaths to pour in.

But even so, after careful discernment, Sigmun got nothing. After knowing Sigmun's extraordinary ability, Ashley almost made an instinctive adjustment.

"Thank you for your praise, but the occasion is not right." Sigmun smiled and joked to himself.

It can be the next second.

"What occasion?" Ashley's voice sounded again.

Sigmun fled in panic.

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On the other side, Gildo waved his whip and never let Benite's carriage escape from his sight from beginning to end. Until the carriage drove into a manor built halfway up the mountain.

The neighborhood near Elm Street is already considered a relatively prosperous place in Liam City. It is no longer possible to have an independent manor not far from that place.

Technological progress has brought about a rapid expansion of wealth. Many industrial tycoons and bankers have more wealth than many old aristocrats in their names.

But even so, the center of power in this world has not been transferred and remains in the hands of a small group of people.

More wealth, greater power. In the process of industry, conflicts broke out between old and new forces.

But the contradictions today have not yet been aroused to the limit.

Gildo parked the carriage and Captain Marek walked down from above.

"Almost all the upper-class people in Liam City gather here, right?" The Demon Hunter looked around with a look of surprise.

"Who is the organizer of the banquet?" Except for Liam City Mayor Wallace Brinsley, he could not have imagined that anyone could have such a great influence.

"A lady from the capital, Mrs. Garral, whose family is noble and has a strong influence. Even our mayor was once just an ordinary student of his husband."

"If her husband had not died too early, with Mrs. Garral's influence, we would not be qualified to appear here."

Meanwhile, Mrs. Galar, who was in the mouth of Marek and the other, was receiving a special guest alone in the room upstairs.

"Rebecca..." Mrs. Gallard looked at the female lawyer with a hesitant look, "Have you brought the master's work?"

It’s not her fault for being suspicious. As she understands, many talented people often have strange personalities, especially for some perfume makers.

In addition, the birth of each perfume is almost equivalent to a work of art, which often takes a long time and rare inspiration for a master.

A perfume that lasts forever is hard to come by. No matter which woman this special customization is a rare lucky life.

"Uh...my friend, Sigmun, has a good relationship with the perfume master, and he said in detail what you asked for... and that master was inspired, so he completed the work so quickly."

Rebecca took out a simple bottle.

To be honest, compared to the possible value of this perfume, the bottles placed in are really too ordinary.

The female lawyer has not considered the extra packaging.

But in order to avoid unnecessary waste during the perfume transfer process, she gave up this idea.

But at this time, Mrs. Galar was a little skeptical.

According to her, although some masters often have strange personalities, they care very much about every work of their work. Even if the bottles that hold these works of art are not extremely luxurious, they still need to be specially designed.

But at this time, this one in Rebecca's hands...

This won't come from a shop on the Cross Street, right?

Thinking of this, her expectations for the perfume in Rebecca's hands immediately decreased a lot. In addition, the look of looking at Rebecca contained a little weirdness.

"Is it to please me, and I heard about this banquet, so I prepared in a hurry?"

To be honest, the conversation and the enjoyable lunch that morning made her feel very fond of the dreamy and striving girl in front of her. In Rebecca, she even saw a little shadow of herself when she was young.

Even without that perfume, she is willing to help such a girl.

In fact, she is also willing to wait for the perfume for a certain amount of time.

With her status, she was able to access some perfume masters who were spiritually and even well-known in the upper class.

Mrs. Galar is not short of similar channels. In the capital, she has maintained a long-term partnership with a perfume artist.

If it weren't for the accidental loss of the perfume she carried during the bumpy journey, she wouldn't have sought the help of local perfume merchants here.

As for Rebecca's request, it was just a joy to see him. She thought no woman could reject a perfume tailored for herself.

And that's not part of her deal with Rebecca.

So if Rebecca specially bought a perfume just to please her, this behavior would be equivalent to a deception in the eyes of Mrs. Garral.

This series of thoughts flashed through Mrs. Galar's mind, but on the surface she did not reveal too much, but just took the perfume bottle casually.

The label on the bottle is made of two quirky symbols handwritten.

"What's this?"

"The special mark of the perfume?"

"Sigmon said...well, it was him who heard the perfume master say that this is an ancient text. The specific meaning is not too late for me to say it after you have experienced this perfume."

Rebecca was so naughty that she kept it a secret.

"All right."

Mrs. Garral nodded, but at this moment, the butler walked quickly, "Madam, Mr. Brinsley and many guests have arrived, look..."

As the owner of the manor, Mrs. Galar has not appeared for a long time, and it is a bit rude no matter what.

"Go and prepare."

With a casual command, Mrs. Gallard took the opportunity to hold the perfume bottle in her palm and stood up.

The butler appeared just right, so she didn't need to experiment with this so-called master-level perfume in front of Rebecca.

She admired this motivated young girl very much, but this happened to make the experience afterwards avoid the embarrassment of debunking on the spot.

In this way, she can make the girl understand more softly that too utilitarian attempts are not appropriate.

But at this moment, Mrs. Gallard felt her wrist tightening.

"Madam, give it a try, it only takes one minute and you can be the focus of this banquet!"
Chapter completed!
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