Chapter 486: Different Tastes
Chapter 486: Different Tastes
Once suspicion arises, the charge has already been established. At that time, I tried my best to avoid thinking about it, but the other party's actions proved that my thoughts were correct.
Except for the first one, the rest are just ordinary inquiries where you will feel happy after getting the answers, or at least pretend to be happy.
"By the way, do you have the first potion in stock? I like it a little bit, I want to try it..."
It is normal to show enough curiosity about such unknown things. After all, as an alchemist, one must fully study the truth of this world, just like most people in this world will have doubts about everything in the world.
"I remember there should be a bottle left behind. Let me look for it..." He really went to look in his bag and took the opportunity to walk to the other person's side. There was no similar smell on the other person's clothes, nor on the other person's gloves... Was there any place where we had touched?
"What price should it be sold at?"
The other party began to recall while searching, "Let me think about it. I sold it before and got about 60,000 Mora per bottle. This price is very high, so I usually keep some on hand. After all, this kind of thing is expensive, and the amount that can be made at one time is small, so the demand is not high. The most important thing is that as long as the storage method is proper, it can last for nearly ten years without deteriorating. In my opinion, making a little more at a time can save a lot of time and trouble... OK, I found it."
He took the bottle of medicine from the other person's hand, slowly opened it, and sniffed it gently: "It smells very good... So it's this smell..."
"What do you smell? Mine smells a mixture of flowers and lake water, which is my favorite smell."
“The smell of rain and dust mixed together after a rainy day.”
Speaking calmly, this smell is one of my favorite smells. Because people have different preferences, the smell they smell will also change.
"Hmm?" He showed a surprised look, and then sniffed it again, "I shouldn't have left it for too long, so it shouldn't have this smell. Maybe it's because it's been left for too long, and it's interfered with?"
"It may have been left there for too long. Let me smell it again, or pour it out..."
"Let me drop some on your clothes."
I gently dropped a drop on the cuff of my sleeve, and after I did it carefully this time, I found that the smell had changed, becoming a familiar yet unfamiliar smell, exactly the same as the smell before. I closed my eyes, and recalled carefully, and found that it was the smell of the flowers I liked when I was a child... It was a kind of flower in my imagination, mixed with a lot of flowers and shower gel, and a little bit of candy.
Before, I always thought it was a certain type of perfume, so I didn't think about it in that direction. Later, I realized that it was the scent I smelled the most in my childhood.
The bath gel is mixed with candies and a hint of flowers.
"What do you smell now?"
The other person's eyes were staring at me, which was a bit impolite, but I could understand that people who hope that their things can be recognized by others probably have this expression, right?
"Flowers mixed with candies, and finally a little after-shower scent... It's a perfect scent, and it's one of the more profound scents in my childhood memories."
"Of course, ordinary styles can only smell one kind of scent. Mine is a special style! I added some things to it to improve it. The smell you smell in different places will be different. The smell in the bottle is usually the most impressive. Then, the one you pour on your clothes is usually the one you like and find fragrant. If you sprinkle it on the ground, it usually gives people a refreshing smell!"
"That's amazing, how did you do it?"
"I added some special spices to improve it. No one can make this except me!"
"It sounds great! I'll buy this bottle..."
"If you like it, I'll just give it to you!"
"Thank you so much."
I took the bottle back to my room and now I need to go find the other person.
The butler was preparing his own afternoon tea. He had been ordered to prepare it today, so he started to ask, "Smell my new perfume, how does it smell?"
"Wait a minute, um, where do you put your perfume?"
The other party stood there at a loss, and stretched out his arm: "At my sleeve. Don't worry, this action is not very offensive. You just need to smell it and tell me what you smell."
The other person sniffed his cuffs and said, "It smells like grapes mixed with rainwater. It's very fresh and makes people feel very comfortable. You can also smell a little bit of green leaves."
"Okay, I see, that does sound good."
It is certain that this is probably some strange thing. Next, to be on the safe side, my ending is completely correct. There is one last person who needs to go and see.
"Are you here again today?"
"I found it, smell it and see if it's true."
He dropped some on a handkerchief and handed it over. The other person sniffed it and nodded, "Yeah! That's absolutely right, it's the smell of fruit mixed with the smell of flowers. To be honest, it's a little hard to tell what it contains. The smell is very messy, but very fragrant..."
"Okay, I understand. Thank you very much for everything you've done now. What I mean is that if nothing unexpected happens, you will be free soon. Don't worry, what I promised will not end after you are free."
The decision has been made. What I need to do next is to find evidence. In fact, I don’t need to do anything. With my own identity, I just need to say it. But now I still have to talk about a little bit of so-called morality.
If the other party really does not have any so-called evidence, I might consider whether the other party has someone behind him, or whether he is being used as a gun by someone.
Nuolinxi shook her handkerchief out of boredom and smelled a familiar smell. This smell was indeed very much in line with her preferences, but she seemed to like the smell of dust she just smelled even more...
I opened the bottle and smelled the dust in it. It smelled really good...
I have some slightly weird habits. I don't think the smell of dust is bad. On the contrary, I like the smell of dust very much. I feel that the smell mixed with the smell of cardboard is very fascinating.
I am too tolerant of some strange smells, such as the smell of ink in books.
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