“It’s a completely different experience!”

Mrs. Galar no longer knew how many times she had sent such a sincere amaze tonight.

When the liquid in the transparent glass bottle came into contact with her skin, the body temperature accelerated the volatility of the perfume and mixed the original smell of her body. The breath emitted by Mrs. Garral changed drastically.

That's a unique taste.

It was a complete fusion and sublimation. Mrs. Galar even felt that she was right beside her, in a corner, the person who had left was silently staring at her.

Every breath can drive ripples of memory.

And over time, this feeling has become more layered.

"When this banquet is over, I must bring your friends here. I hope I can thank him in person!"

"This is the real tailor-made!"

"A real work of art, measured by money, will even tarnish it."

Pushing open the door, Mrs. Gallard walked into the banquet hall with confidence and quickly became the focus of everyone in the venue.

The most important thing is that the fusion of perfume brings her a kind of integrated atmosphere.

It's unforgettable at first sight.

Taking this opportunity, Mrs. Gallard also introduced Rebecca to many people, which greatly expanded Rebecca's communication scope and would have an important role in her future business development.

Fortunately, the men, the noble ladies and businessmen around her soon noticed the special features of this perfume.

At the beginning, there were only one or two people asking, and slowly more and more people gathered around Mrs. Galar.

The enclosed circles hinder the circulation of air, but instead make the perfume more intense.

"This is a magic fragrance, no? I should even call it a potion!"

The lady held the rough glass bottle and introduced her experience to everyone. Her language was very contagious. Although most people were suspicious, they were still very curious about the perfume that Mrs. Garral said.

And as she told her, a name gradually spread.

Sigmon Skinder, an agent of a mysterious perfume master.

Women are born curious creatures. In this era, the pursuit of jewelry, clothing and perfume has reached an unimaginable level.

After all, no matter which era you are in, it is a necessity to show off.

A perfume tailored by a master can become the killer of a banquet for any lady, allowing her to maintain a high popularity in their small circle for a long time.

So more and more people are starting to talk about this name.

"Sigmon? Very strange name..."

This name was just a mediocre a few minutes ago, and not long after, all the ladies on the scene began to ask questions frequently.

At this moment, in a corner on the edge of the crowd, a girl put down her wine glass with a puzzled look on her face.

"Sigmon Skinder?" Rilla looked puzzled.

"Is it someone with the same name and surname?"

As Perio, he could not enter such an occasion, but because Rilla runs a perfume shop in the Crossblock, he accidentally met the daughter of a banker, so he had the opportunity to enter the manor.

The prosperity and glory of the upper class shocked the girl. She originally planned to treat all this as an ordinary experience, but she never thought that when she was standing on the edge, she heard a name that surprised her in the center of the whole banquet.

"Sigmon doesn't know any perfume master."

"He has just started to learn how to make perfumes, and he still has a long way to go in the future. He should only have the same name and surname." Rhela thought silently.

But at this moment, a burst of exclamation suddenly came from the center of the banquet not far away. From the gap between the scattered crowd, Rilla saw a familiar figure.

"That person... seems to be Rebecca, that female lawyer."

Then, she heard the center focus of the banquet, and Mrs. Garral, the owner of the manor, introduced it to everyone.

"This Mr. Sigmun Skinder is a close friend of Miss Rebecca Swan. For information about Sigmun, you should ask Miss Swan."

With Mrs. Garral's guidance, the female lawyer instantly became another focus.

But this message came into Rhela's ears, which made him stunned.

"good friend?"

Things probably didn't happen to Rebecca's side with two people named Sigmun.

So the Sigmon Skinder in Lady Garral's mouth is really the young man he knows.

"But how is this possible?"

Because of Lawrence, Rilla is very familiar with Sigmun. No one in Sigmun's social circle can match the perfume master...

etc!

Suddenly, a crazy possibility jumped out of my mind.

Could it be...is it?

Rhela's breathing became rapid and a figure appeared in front of him.

"Can it be Lawrence?"

"Yes, who else can he be?!"

Lawrence is a senior perfume mixer and often has his own ideas at work. It is precisely because of this that Rila began to pay attention to this man.

After more than ten years of study and summary, it is entirely possible for a person to develop a special perfume that belongs to him.

"Oh my God!"

"Is Lawrence going to become famous? If my father knew what happened tonight, would he be with us..."

Many reverie appeared in her mind, and Rilla's mood was completely disturbed. She could no longer hear the sounds around her.

On the other hand, no ordinary person is as embarrassed as facing such social occasions. Rebecca responded politely and appropriately to everyone's inquiries.

As everyone talked about it, Sigmun's name continued to expand outward like the eye of a storm, until it spread to every corner of the manor.

Until someone in contemplation looks up.

"Sigmon Skinder?" Presiding Judge Bennett looked puzzled.

"How did his name appear here?"

After he casually called a servant and asked about the cause and effect of the matter, Bennett held the wine glass and slowly approached the direction where Mrs. Galar was.

"So that's how it is."

When listening to Mrs. Garral's introduction to the magic of the perfume and allowing everyone to experience it simply, a faint smile appeared on Benite's face.

"Silly old woman!"

He didn't say anything, and he was watching the clown's performance and silently watched all this.

"Calculate the time, Luda should have caught the young man and was on his way back to the Chenxi Church. When everything here is over, I can interrogate him in person."

As for what happened after the interrogation?

Oh!

So what about now?

A dead little trick, don't need to worry about it.

But just as Benite was about to leave, a lady in the crowd sighed with a look of reminiscence.

“What a magical experience.”

"Even prayers in the morning church cannot bring me such unforgettable tranquility!"

"Bang!"

The wine glass in his hand suddenly shattered, and the red liquid splashed on Benite's Holy See's costume, which soon merged with the dark red color.

Shaking his hand, Benite strided towards the center of the crowd.
Chapter completed!