Dingling.

Sigmun pushed the door open, and in an instant, all kinds of chaotic fragrances wrapped him up. This was the first time he had received such a complex breath after he gained extraordinary abilities.

Strong, light, long and exciting.

He closed his eyes and did not rashly activate his extraordinary abilities, but instead tried hard to distinguish based on his sense of smell after the amplification.

There are the most common lavender and rose fragrances.

There are also mixed orange blossom oil, tuberose oil, and longevity flower oil.

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

The mixed fragrances are like a heavy strip, rich in layers and order.

In addition to some of the things that can be distinguished, there is more of the taste that he is familiar with or completely unfamiliar with.

In the world where he lives, the use and manufacturing of fragrance had reached a very high level, but at that time he did not have the ability to do so now.

"Sir, what do you need?"

A voice awakened Sigmun from the sea of ​​fragrance. He opened his eyes and saw clearly the figure standing behind the counter through the whale oil lamp on the roof.

"Rilla, why are you here?"

"Sigmon!"

The girl was also full of surprise, and then a layer of blush appeared on her face. It was obvious that she also thought of the ridiculous confession this morning.

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

"You're going to come here to find me.........."

"No, I just happened to pass by."

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

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

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

This does not include hair moisturizing cream, fragrance powder, soap, shower lotion, detergent...

It is conceivable that if these things are piled up, the decorations in the store will be so messy. Sometimes the guests who come in don’t even have many places to stay, and the shopping experience is not good.

But this store is also an outlier.

"This is a store I manage alone. I was responsible for it before I was banned," Rhela explained.

"By the way, what are you doing here? Are you buying perfume for the girl you like?" Rilla had nothing to say.

"No, I think perfume manufacturing is a special craft. I plan to learn it, so I came here to take a look."

"That's great, you finally figured it out!"

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

"If you want to learn how to make perfume, it's not OK without tools. You can wait..." After saying that, without waiting for Sigmun to answer, he turned around and ran into the room behind.

At this time, a slightly irritable voice came from the upstairs.

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

Accompanied by the creaking of the stairs, Antoine walked down with her bare head, and then saw Sigmun standing in front of the counter at a glance.

"It's you!"

"What are you doing here?!"

Sigmon was slightly surprised. He thought the police station would detain Antoine for one night, but he didn't expect to be released so soon.

Antoine's forehead was pounding, "What do you want to do?!" He was now very wary of Sigmun.

Because of the perfume workshop murder case and the exaggeration of Sigmund's money in the newspaper, some so-called "pursuing the truth" reporters came to Antoine's mansion as soon as possible.

Journalists in this era are far less rampant than those in the Internet era, but even so, the harassment made Antoine annoyed.

That's why I hid in the store in Rhea, which is unknown to outsiders.

But I didn't expect to meet Sigmun here.

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

"You misunderstood me. I just wanted to learn a little about perfume making, so I walked around and happened to be here." Sigmon replied calmly.

But Antoine stared at her, looking like you don't want to deceive me.

“Learn to make perfume?”

He sneered.

"Just you? Tell me, what is your real purpose?"

I'll propose to your daughter for my father.

After thinking about it, Sigmun swallowed the words that flashed through his heart. He was afraid that Antoine would have cerebral congestion on the spot and fainted after hearing his words.

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

"Especially Lawrence! Rilla was what he saw growing up. How could he be... a pornographic, villain!"

"Father."

Rhela walked over with a wooden box.

"Hmph, no matter what your idea is, Sigmun, go back and tell Lawrence that as long as I am still alive for one day, I will never agree..."

"Father!" Rilla interrupted Antoine's words, who clenched his fists angrily and made the most vicious oath.

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

Antoine took a deep breath.

"Then I'll die at your wedding!"

Hearing this sentence, Rilla's face turned pale, and his body swayed and almost collapsed on the ground.

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

Lawrence has worked in the perfume workshop for many years. When he saw Rilla grow up, this sentence can penetrate Lawrence's entire psychological defense with just this sentence.

This sincere love without regard to its origin and age has turned into ulterior motives and pornography.

After saying that, he walked upstairs with heavy steps, "When the crystal bottle comes back and packs the prepared perfume, Mrs. Garral has been waiting for a long time!"

Antoine ordered coldly.

Rhela's perfume packaging design has been loved by many customers, so the last process Antoine will be handed over to the other party.

Because of the murder case, Antoine has lost many potential customers. Although Mrs. Garral's custom perfume has no profit, it is the basis for him to open up all subsequent cooperation.

He still has a clear distinction between business and feelings.

"Feel sorry."

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

"Apart from that, if you need any help during the learning process, you can always come to me. I am not as experienced as Lawrence, but the spices here are rich in storage."

"As long as I'm here, you can get it at any time."

"Thank you." Sigmun thanked sincerely.

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

"And I always wanted a younger brother."

After saying that, he handed Rilla a hint of encouragement and turned around and rushed out of the door.

Almost at the same time, Antoine's angry roar came from behind Sigmun.
Chapter completed!