When Tang Xizong looked at his subordinates, the nervous Sun Duolu and the Fusang masters all the way over, he was almost scared.

The behavior of this Sun Duolu and Fusang master can only be described as ferocious.

This Sun Duolu and the Fusang warriors under his command are really gods blocking and killing gods, and Buddhas blocking and killing Buddhas, and no one dares to stop him in the front.

Tang Xizong looked at these black-clothed men and cut down the battle-hardened guards along the way, and couldn't help but be stunned and happy.

Tang Xizong thought that these Fusang warriors would achieve certain results, but he definitely did not expect that such great results would be achieved.

In fact, Tang Xizong knew that the main reason why Tang Zhangwei's subordinates suffered heavy casualties was that they were too trusted, and these people relied on their well-equipped equipment, and they didn't take Sun Duolu and Fusang warriors in front of them in their eyes at all.

In the eyes of these people, the Fuso samurai have always been like loyal dogs, but mastiffs sometimes turn against their owners.

It is like a slow death, a suffocation on the contrary, a painful and slow evaporation of itself towards the abominable world. －。 He shuddered. The demand to abandon his plans, go into the darkness and get out of here came at him. He wanted to cross the snow-covered mountains in one breath, and go a hundred miles into the Auvergne mountains, where he would climb into the cave where he had lived and sleep until he died. But he didn't. Perfumers take measures to deal with this unsavory situation by attaching the particularly volatile scents to them as if they were shackled, and the key to this is to loosen the shackles to such an extent that they appear to be free to be bound to the feet, but to tie them up so that they cannot escape. Grenouille's technique has been used successfully with tuberose. He used trace amounts of house cat incense, vanilla, resin, and cypress to tie up its ephemeral scent and make it work, why can't the girl's scent achieve similar results? Why did he waste the most precious and delicate of all the scents? How stupid! How unwise! Do you just let this diamond sit unpondered? Do you wear gold nuggets around your neck? Is he, Grenouille, just a savage scent predator like Drew and the other aroma separators, distillers, and flower squeezers? Isn't he one of the world's greatest perfume experts? He was shocked, he hadn't thought of it before. Of course, this unique scent is not to be used unprocessed. He had to set it like the most precious gem. He had to forge a crown of scents, and in the most exalted part of the crown—it took in other scents and controlled them—had to have his scent. He will make a perfume according to all the rules of technique, and the scent of the maiden behind the walls must be the heart of the perfume.

There is no doubt that as an adjuvant, as a basal, central and primary scent, as a premium scent and as a fixed aroma, mat and fair cat incense, rose oil or flower are not suitable, that's for sure. For such a perfume, for a person's perfume, other ingredients are needed.

Since no Gypsies could be found, suspicions arose of Italian seasonal workers. But there are also no Italians here, for whom the season is too early. They won't be here until June to harvest jasmine in the countryside, and they can't be the perpetrators. Eventually, the wig-making artisan became the target of suspicion, and people searched for the hair of the murdered girl, but they did not find it. Later there were suspicions of Jews, then the so-called lecherous monks of the Benedictine monasties—all of whom were in their seventies, of course—then the monks of the Sito, then the Freemasons, then the mentally ill from the hospitals, then the charcoal burners, then the beggars, and finally the morally corrupt aristocrats, especially the Marquis de Cabrish, because he was married for the third time, and it is said that he had given debauchery masses in the basement and drank the blood of maidens in order to improve his sexual prowess. Of course, there is no way to prove the actual situation. No one saw the murder, and the clothes and hair of the deceased were not found. A few weeks later, the police chief stopped the investigation.

In mid-June, the Italians arrived, many with their families, so that they could be hired to pick the Riley flowers. The peasants hired them, but in view of the murder, they forbade their wives and daughters from associating with them. It would be better to be on the safe side, because, although the workers of these seasons were not in fact responsible for the murder, they were probably responsible in principle, so it would be better to be careful with them.

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Now fear has gripped the land. People no longer know who their anger should be directed at. There may be some who suspect madmen or notorious marquises, but no one will believe them, because the former is guarded day or night, while the latter has long ago gone to Paris. As a result, people live more intensively. Farmers opened warehouses for seasonal workers, who until now lived in the open air. The people of the city arranged for patrols at night in each area. The Chief of Police has increased the number of guards at the gates. But all precautions will not help. Just a few days after the murder of the two girls, the bodies of the two girls were discovered, and like the previous girls, this girl was also beaten to death. This time it was a washerwoman from the Bishop's Palace, a Sardinian, who had been killed near a large flood next to the "Mad Spring", in front of the city gates. Although the consuls of the city, at the request of the agitated citizens, took a series of other measures—the strictest checks at the gates of the city, the addition of night guards, and the prohibition of all women from going out after dark—

But there is a person in Grasse who doubts this peace. This man, Antoine Riches, was the second senator and lived in a majestic estate at the beginning of the rue druyes.

Riches was a widower and had a daughter named Lore. Although he was not yet forty years old and had a lot of energy, he wanted to marry again after a while. First of all, he wants to marry his daughter, not to marry anyone, but to marry someone of status. At that time there was a Baron de Bligh, who had a son, and had a fief in Vence, and had a good reputation, but the financial situation was very much across the good season of the children's future, and the house had already been negotiated with great difficulty. Then Gehr is married, and he already wants to dig into the tentacles of the proposal: to the prestigious families of Drew, Mauber or Flon Michel

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