We all know that a tossed coin will land either heads or tails. So do we think that the reverse side with the portrait of the first President of the Confederacy is printed with the First Lady of the Confederacy? Of course not, it can only be the number '1' representing the face value!
So when Zach stepped outside again, he looked at the small bottle of hunter's poison in his left hand and frowned. Maggie will invite Zach here this time just to explain that these things are already involved with witchcraft and are beyond her ability.
Maggie will continue to try to analyze the composition of spices. Most of the spice samples brought by Zach were returned. Maggie only cut off a small piece and accepted it. "If these, I still can't separate the ingredients that I don't know. No matter how much, it’s of no use.”
These are beyond the scope of vampire knowledge. Zach does not understand experiments. He is Toledo, not Rimmer (a clan in the Secret Alliance, a 'human' mage who is fanatical about immortality, a true alien among vampires) . Therefore, he has no understanding of any science in experiments, such as comparison, analysis, induction...
Even when Zach was pretending to be a military doctor, he relied on his quick and steady hands, his sensitivity to life, that is, blood, and his rich knowledge of biological anatomy. Remember how Zach rated modern medicine (9 Volume, experimental treatment for Chapman's son)? Cutting and sewing.
Zach shook his head without knowing what he was thinking, and put the poison in his hand into the pocket of his vest. The sound of glass touching reminded Zach of another thing. He moved his fingers in the pocket and took out a Exquisite diamond-shaped glass bottle.
This is the perfume Maggie forced into Zach's pocket when they left.
Zach curled his lips, neither he nor Louise were people who knew how to use perfume.
According to Louise, Zach's body is like a deep, quiet pool, and his pale skin is the calm water without any ripples. There is infinite tranquility and depth underneath. People can't help but want to tease his surface, pull and stir up the deep turbulence...
In Zach's view, Louise's body was like a volcano of fresh life, ready to explode. A gentle touch could cause the life under her smooth and delicate skin to explode. Buried under that thin surface, there is a rich fragrance (blood fragrance) emitted by the rushing and fierce life. It's enough to make a vampire intoxicated...
Wait, we are still talking about smell, not some exotic interracial love...
Zach raised his eyebrows and changed the perfume in his hand. Although he and Louise didn't want perfume for any, uh, adjustment, it was a gift Maggie insisted on giving to Louise after all, and it was better not to put it with poison.
"Good choice. She'll love it."
Zach stood on a small patch of dry ground in front of the door and looked up at the smiling woman walking towards him.
Woman in fitted business dress holding umbrella. Because the temperature on rainy days is usually a little cooler, she wore a silk scarf. The hanging silk scarf was placed on a pearl-colored shirt that still reflected soft light even under the dark sky. This is a fine silk shirt for a decent and beautiful woman.
She stood next to Zach with a smile, put away her umbrella, put it in the umbrella bucket by the door, and looked at the equally handsome and decent man. "Sorry, you got women's perfume. So I guess it's for your lover."
Zach had a smile on his face and nodded, "It's for my girlfriend."
"Lucky girl, the name of this bottle is 'The Only'." The woman smiled and stretched out her hand, "Browning."
"Grand." Zach shook his hand gently.
Not very positive. Being nice to strangers doesn't happen often in this day and age. So Zach was a little curious as to why Ms. Browning would be friendly to a stranger at such a time when the stranger might be a prison escapee.
Browning, well, I hate the name change. Let's just call her Emilia.
Amelia rang the bell in room 101 and looked at Zach with a smile, "I went to the department store. It seemed that they were closed because of the rain, so I came directly here."
That's why, she thought Zach was a New Moon Perfume Shop customer like her.
Zach's curiosity was satisfied, and he nodded slightly, "Nice to meet you." He said goodbye, put on his hat, and walked out of the alley.
"Maggie, it's me." After the call was connected, Amelia took one last look at the leaving man, put away her smile, and said lightly.
The door opened and Amelia stepped in. She seemed to be very familiar with this place and walked directly to Maggie's home. The Indian woman Maggie had already opened the door and was waiting for her. She had a smile on her face but a hint of complaint in her tone. go."
"It doesn't matter." Emilia waved and smiled, "I happened to be nearby, so I came by myself."
"Nearby?" Maggie looked at Amelia, her eyes sunk in her sockets narrowed, and the smile on her face disappeared, "Are you going to see him again?" After saying that, she began to untie Amelia's neck. scarf.
Amelia turned her body sideways and used a silk scarf to cover her neck, which had been pulled down to one side and exposed a light bruise, and said, "Okay Maggie, I'm fine."
"Guest?" Walter appeared from the kitchen and looked at the two women.
Maggie did not continue the action just now, put on a smile, and looked at Walter, "Well, she is a regular customer. I will take her down to have a look."
Walter nodded, looked at Amelia, and made sure that this woman was not a threat, then walked to the living room and sat on the sofa. Are you curious why Walter is at an Indian woman's house? There are two reasons, please choose one according to the situation.
As a man, I worry about Maggie's safety to protect her. Walter, who was moving, had no place to live. No matter which one I choose, the relationship between these two single men and women is to the extent that they can stay with each other. This is what I want to express.
Returning to Maggie's perfume workshop, the two women went directly to the display cabinet displaying the perfume. There is no interference from a third person, and Maggie's smile does not need to be placed on her face to comfort others.
"Amelia." Maggie said seriously as she opened the glass cabinet, "Why are you still with him! He is not worth it at all! If this continues, you will be hurt sooner or later!" Maggie shook her head, His hand unconsciously pulled the silk scarf around Emilia's neck, "No, you are already injured."
"Maggie!" Amelia's expression was not very good, "Don't say that! I'm fine, everything is under control." She pushed away Maggie's extended hand.
"Under control?" Maggie seemed a little impatient, "Then why don't you let me see your neck."
"It's nothing to see." You can clearly see the blue color protruding from Amelia's forehead because she suppressed her emotions. "It was just an accident. He can control it, and so can I. I believe him."
"Oh, Amelia, what do you want to believe?" There was a sad look on Maggie's face. As an Indian woman, the natural deep outline will amplify their expression, so Maggie is really not very good at this time. Good looking, "He is a corpse..."
"You are not allowed to say that to him!" Amelia suddenly glared at Maggie and pushed back the other person's last word, "You have no right to say that to me. You just released a vampire into your house. You I also gave him a bottle of perfume to give to his girlfriend? I guess his girlfriend is just an ordinary person! What is this? You can give blessings to a strange woman, but you can’t support your own friends? "
Maggie shook her head, her face full of helplessness. She knew she could never speak to this friend.
Maggie reluctantly stopped talking and took out a few bottles of perfume, both for men and women. "I know summer is not easy for him, so I added a few more ingredients. You can give it to him to try."
Emilia took a deep breath and adjusted her mood, "I'm sorry, I'm a little impatient." She apologized first, then took the perfume, tried to smell it, and nodded.
But Emilia seemed to have no intention of leaving. She lowered her head and held the perfume in her hand, as if she was hesitating.
Maggie sighed, turned around and walked towards the real laboratory that she had brought Zach into before. In a moment, she took out a small bottle of something that everyone had seen, "'Isolation', it won't taste good, if he has any emergency , just give him this.”
Emilia frowned. It was obvious that this was not the first time she had seen this potion, which had the opposite effect to perfume. She took it and put it away, but ended the hesitation and said, "Do you have any news about the hunter?"
Maggie shook her head and looked at her friend apologetically, "But, I asked my friend next to the mayor, and he said that the hunter will no longer take any action in Barton. It seems that he has some agreement with the devil. .”
This is the only information that Maggie can know. She is just a woman who likes to make perfume. She is familiar with various materials. She is occasionally asked to make a guest appearance as an Indian pharmacist. She really does not have much involvement in alien matters.
Emilia pursed her lips, not knowing what she was thinking.
"Hey." As if to comfort her, Maggie took her friend's arm, "You see Grande's vampire is still moving around freely, it's okay."
Seeing that Maggie finally stopped criticizing and stood on her side, Amelia also slightly lowered her guard, "He is... hungry. Actually, I am also a little worried..."
Do you understand what James Lance’s psychiatrist is talking about? It’s okay if you don’t understand, just keep reading.
"Cremation, this thing has made his life very difficult." Emilia said with deep resentment in her tone, "Now there are hunters in Barton City, and he can't move freely. He is getting more and more anxious, I don't want to Know how to help him..."
She looked at Maggie, "I'm worried, worried that he will do something to the people in the shelter..."
That's enough. In the city of Barton, due to continuous events, starting from the initial recycling of the cemetery, the appearance of demons and hunters, these destroyed the life of a ghoul who originally lived here peacefully.
Now, he is very hungry. (..)