After Tang Zhangwei knew that Tang Zhaozong was going on an expedition, he immediately sent Bai Cunxiao to track down that Tang Zhaozong, and at the same time he asked Wei Youji to track down that Tang Zhaozong.

In the end, he himself went in person, because in Tang Zhangwei's opinion, that Tang Zhaozong would keep making trouble for himself.

Only by finding that Tang Zhaozong can he avoid this kind of thing from happening.

In fact, Tang Zhaozong had already subdued quite a few people in that Zhangzhung tribe.

Tang Zhaozong felt that the elephant-male warriors were more ferocious than the Tibetan warriors.

In Tang Zhaozong's eyes, these barbarian warriors will be his most reliable backing.

In the Southern Tianzhu Province, Tang Zhaozong had used the Tibetan warriors, and now he was repeating his old tricks and wanted to use those more fierce Zhangxiong warriors.

Those Elephant-Hung warriors, one stronger than the other, one fiercer than the other.

This piece of cottage cheese has been sitting for a long time and has begun to decompose, giving off a pungent smell. He lifted the lid from the sardine bucket that was placed at the back of the store. Scrape off a little bit of something that smells of fish, and put it with rotten eggs and beaver. Ammonia, nutmeg macros, flakes of keratin, and charred pork skin crumbs are mixed together. In addition, he added quite a bit of house cat incense, and then mixed these terrible ingredients with alcohol, steamed them, strained them, and put them in another preparation bottle. The smell of this liquid is horrible. It resembles the stench of decay in the gutter, and if you mix it with the pure air with a fan, it is like standing on the corner of the laundry workshop on the rue de la Faure in Paris on a hot summer day, where the smell of the mall, the cemetery of the Holy Child, and the overcrowded houses all converge.

To this terrible basic smell, which stenched not so much like a man, but like a rotting animal carcass, Grenouille now added a layer of fresh sesame oil: mint. Lavender, pine resin, pressed leaves, and at the same time he uses the aroma of delicate flower oils such as autophylla, rose, orange blossom and jasmine to control their smell and give them a pleasant fragrance. After further diluting with alcohol and some vinegar, the disgusting smell is no longer smelling from the base of the entire preparation. The latent stench had vanished by the fresh ingredients, and the disgusting smell had been beautified by the aroma of the flowers, and had become almost interesting, strange, the smell of decay could no longer be smelled, not the slightest bit. On the contrary, an extremely relaxing fragrance of life seems to emerge from this perfume.

Grenouille filled two small bottles of this perfume, corked it, and received it to himself. He then carefully rinsed the bottle, mortar, funnel and spoon with water, and wiped them with bitter almond oil to remove all traces of the smell. He took a second bottle, and with this bottle he quickly synthesized another perfume, an imitation of the first perfume, which was made up of a sea of freshness and a strip of incense, but no longer a magical liquid ingredient, but a completely traditional way with a hint of merchandise, ambergris, a little bit of cat, and cedar oil. The perfume itself differs from the first perfume in that it is lighter, more pure, and less contagious than the first, because it lacks the ingredients of the scent of imitation of human beings. But if an ordinary person uses this perfume and combines it with his own scent, then it is indistinguishable from the perfume that Grenouille has made entirely for himself.

He also put the second perfume in a small perfume bottle, after which he stripped naked and sprayed his clothes with the first perfume. Then he gently rubbed his armpits, between his toes, on his lower body, on his chest, on his neck, on his ears, and by his hair, put on his clothes again, and left the workshop.

When he stepped onto the street, he suddenly felt fear, because he knew that for the first time in his life he had spread the smell of people. But he also noticed that he was emitting a stench, an authentic stench. He could not imagine that others would perceive his smell as odorless, and he did not dare to go straight to the hotel, for the chief butler of Menel and the Marquis was waiting for him. He felt that it was less dangerous to experiment with new human perfumes in an environment unknown to others. There were workshops of tanners and dyers, who did their stinking work. Whenever someone approached him, or when he walked past the doorway where children were playing or old ladies were sitting idly, he forced himself to slow down and walk forward with his own scent in the thick mist of people.

He had grown accustomed to seeing in his youth the people who walked by him ignored him, and he had believed for a time that they did not despise him, but that they were unaware of his presence. There is no space around him, no waves in the atmosphere that he creates like others, no shadows cast on other people's faces. Only when he collides with someone in a crowd or very suddenly on a street corner does people look at him. The person who collided with him usually retreated in surprise and stared at him for about a few seconds, as if seeing a creature that was not supposed to exist, a creature that, although undeniably there, was somehow not present. The man then looked into the distance and immediately forgot about him.

But now, in the alleys of Montpellier, Grenouille is aware and clearly sees – and every time he sees it again, he feels a strong sense of pride in his heart – that he has made an impact on people. As he walked past a woman who was hunched over the well, he noticed that she had raised her head for a moment to see who was there, and then, apparently relieved, turned her back to her bucket. A man standing with his back to him turned around and looked at him curiously for a long time. The children who met him avoided – not out of fear, but to make way for him. Even if they came running from the side of the doorway and suddenly ran into him, they were not afraid, but walked quietly past him as a matter of course, as if they had a premonition that he was coming.

Through several such encounters, he learned to more accurately estimate the power and pattern of action of his new scent. He walked more quickly towards the man, and even opened his hand to the arm of a passer-by. Once, when he tried to get in front of a man, he bumped into the man, and as if he was negligent, he immediately stopped and apologized; And that person, who was frightened by Grenouille's sudden appearance just yesterday, accepted his apology as if nothing had happened, and even smiled for a while. Patted Grenouille on the shoulder. He left the alley and walked to the square in front of the church. There was a loud crowd, and people were crowded on both sides of the gate. A wedding ceremony is over. Everyone wants to see the bride.

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