"But there are many customers outside..."

The butler spoke in time.

In this era, the butler and the master cannot be viewed as a simple employment relationship, not to mention that Mrs. Garral was of noble origin. In that era of passing, an excellent butler was of great significance to the master.

This female housekeeper has lived in Mrs. Galar's family since she was a child and knows very well about Mrs. Galar.

So just now, just a few expressions and subtle movement changes, the butler speculated some of Mrs. Garral's psychological thoughts.

Then there was later intervention.

In her opinion, this approach was a double protection for the host and the guest, so at this time, she had to speak again in the face of Rebecca's sudden request.

Stop at the right time, so that neither side will look too ugly.

As for the idea that it was really a master-level perfume, it never appeared in their minds.

It has only been less than a week since the last time Rebecca met Mrs. Garral.

A perfume tailored for a guest a week is like asking a musician to write a symphony that can be recognized by the industry in the same short time.

It's extremely ridiculous.

"It's okay, it won't be possible to spray perfume for a minute." Rebecca did not understand the butler's good intentions at all.

She had experienced the wonders of this perfume, and the feeling was beyond her entire imagination.

So she was full of unreserved confidence in the perfume equipped with Sigmun.

"Madam, you didn't use any perfume on you today, and it's a bit inappropriate in this kind of occasion."

In social situations, women's perfume is like a man's hat and is an indispensable part.

"Okay, since you've persisted."

Mrs. Gallard made up her mind and waved to the butler, "Preparing me for a while, I will respect Miss Snow's request."

The butler nodded and retreated, and at this time, Rebecca also vaguely noticed something from the change Mrs. Garral's name for her.

"Let's get started."

Mrs. Gallard sat down again. Of course, she would not use a strange perfume directly, but looked at Rebecca deeply, and then opened the bottle stopper.

Gently wave your palms to allow the breath that overflows from the mouth of the bottle to spread out quickly.

"Miss Snow, I'm having a great time with you, but I have to tell you, this fragrance...well?"

Halfway through, Mrs. Gallard stopped suddenly, and the next second she suddenly leaned forward, causing her whole face to penetrate into the area with the strongest perfume smell.

“What does this taste like?”

The skinny palm grabbed the edge of the table and trembled with excitement.

The charming smell was swallowed bit by bit like a ribbon.

As the concentration of breath increased, Mrs. Gallard felt a familiar picture unfolding in front of her.

Her spirit broke free from the limitations of her old body, crossed time, and returned to the summer decades ago.

She rode a horse, naughtyly wearing a straw hat that was not in line with her identity, and met the man for the first time in the wilderness of flowers.

They know each other...

Time is like flowing water.

When she came to her senses, Mrs. Gallard found that she was still sitting in the same position as before. She wanted to say something, but found that her throat was choked and she was already in tears.

"lady?!"

"What did you do?" The butler who had been observing carefully broke in from outside the door, but Mrs. Gallard said nothing, just waved her hand and asked the other party to retreat.

Rebecca sealed the perfume bottle and looked at Mrs. Garral with a look of surprise.

She had experienced this perfume and understood its magical power. But she never thought that it would be so strongly in Mrs. Garral.

By the way.

The female lawyer only remembered that this was a custom perfume. Sigmun had learned in detail about Mrs. Galar's life preferences and habits before making it.

The next second Mrs. Gallard took the bottle of transparent liquid from Rebecca in a nearly snatched posture.

"Masterpiece, this is an unparalleled masterpiece!"

"In my heart, there will be no more perfume in this world that can be compared with it!"

Mrs. Garral looked obsessed.

“I can’t even imagine how I would have lived my life thereafter if I couldn’t have it anymore?”

“What is its formula?!”

Mrs. Gallard stared at Rebecca's eyes, "Tell me the recipe!"

"What does that master need?"

"Money, real estate, status?"

"I can give it to him!"

The desire Mrs. Galar showed at this moment made Rebecca secretly startled. She squeezed out a dry sentence under the eyes of the other party.

"Sigmon said...well, that's what the master said, and he said the perfume he made was unique."

“Cannot be copied.”

"Even he can't do it!"

"It's true." Mrs. Galar sat down again with a little lonely, "Only this is reasonable, and only this is how it seems precious."

"From now I will only use this perfume when I miss him the most."

he?

Rebecca didn't know what Mrs. Garral saw, but that should be the only memory of this lady.

After a long silence, Mrs. Galar's emotions slowly stabilized.

"Please forgive me Rebecca. I have to apologize to you. It's only a few days after that, and you've brought out a special perfume that calls you a master."

"It's really crazy. No one has ever done it before, so I thought you were deliberately..."

"I understand, to be honest, I can't believe it." Rebecca didn't care. She probably couldn't accept changing her identities.

"Any word is pale, and this perfume means a lot to me." Mrs. Gallard's fingers passed through the humble bottle, and once again noticed the two weird characters.

"Now, you can tell me what this symbol means?"

"Is it the master's name?"

"No." Rebecca shook her head.

"It's the name of this fragrance."

"fleeting time."

"It should be this pronunciation." The female lawyer repeated lamely.

"Sigmon said that means the passing time."

"The passing years..." Madame Galar's eyes flashed with complex light, and his fingers slightly tightened the perfume.

"Thank you Rebecca, thank you friend Sigmon...what is his full name?"

"Sigmon Skinder."

"It seems that your friend must have a very close relationship with that perfume master. Is he the agent of which master?"

Many high-level perfume makers are addicted to complex experiments and formulas, and are unwilling to be disturbed by the trivialities of the outside world. Generally speaking, they will choose a partner to help them manage external affairs.

This is the agent, equivalent to the agent around celebrities in today's society.

"Ah? Uh...yes, yes." Rebecca nodded frequently.

"It seems that from today on, there will be another name in the upper class that is sought after by everyone." Mrs. Garral applied perfume to her body and said thoughtfully.

"Madam, the guests are here."
Chapter completed!