After putting her things in the cabin, she saved water, used a small bottle of water to wet a towel and wiped her body, then used a folk method to purify and filter the dirty water, used it to wash her hair simply, took off her ill-fitting linen skirt, took out her underwear from the newly bought clothes and put it on, and picked out a black skirt to put on herself.
The skirt has no waist design and is more like a black robe than a skirt.
It's not a special case, but she has observed that there are no waist-tightening designs in all the clothing stores in Port Inian. If you want to tighten your waist, you have to rely on a belt or a special leather corset.
This material doesn't feel like cloth. Although it has fibers similar to cloth, the texture on the surface and the feeling of friction with the skin make her feel like she is wearing a layer of "skin" on her body.
"Aisun? Are you okay?"
Xia Yibing was knocking on the door outside.
"Almost there...wait a moment!" Hitzfeld stood with one foot on the ground and the other foot hanging in the air, with his right hand still hanging around his neck...and was putting socks on himself.
My rhythm of movements was disrupted while I was talking, but luckily I managed to keep my balance and didn't fall.
It is worth mentioning that socks are sold in Port Inian, and they are very fashionable black stockings.
The material... is definitely not nylon, but it is indeed a material close to yarn, and it is very elastic. It is not only comfortable but also warm when wrapped around the legs.
This thing only comes in black, and what’s more worth mentioning is that when they bought it, they found that there were many male consumers.
Surprised at how good it felt to wear, Hitzfeld picked up the parchment inside the package and began to look through it.
[This product is made of the silk of the black magic spider. The material is soft and elastic, can absorb weak light, and is convenient for outdoor activities. It also has additional functions such as promoting blood circulation and keeping warm.]
[Suggested retail price: 18 bone ropes]
"So it's classified as 'equipment'." Hitzfeld shook his head after seeing it. No wonder a man would buy it.
So, there should be spider silk in underwear? The touch is a bit similar to elasticity, but there was no instruction manual in the bag, so she didn't know what it was.
What a weird place, isn't it?
In some aspects it is extremely backward, and in some aspects it is too fashionable.
"Aisun, we are going to be suffocated to death..."
"I'm coming!"
He ran over to open the door, and his new look brightened the eyes of the woman who had been waiting for a long time.
The black gown... looked similar to the one Hasim was wearing, but the girl's figure was more prominent, and after tying the belt, her waist was so slender that it could be held in one hand.
Needless to say, her breasts were bulging, and the hem of her gown was split. When she looked down, she first saw a pair of thick-soled dark brown leather short boots that were easy to move in. The top of the boots extended to just above the knees, and was faintly visible in the gap of the hem of the gown, allowing her to clearly see that the girl was wearing a pair of slightly lighter gray-black stockings.
"Not bad~" Xia Yibing shamelessly leaned forward and lowered her head to sniff the girl's ears, temples, neck, etc., "There is still a faint fragrance lingering."
"Especially this thing." He even touched the heart-shaped gem pendant hanging on her collar. "I like this the most among your outfits."
A collar is certainly a strange thing, but with this it looks more like some kind of strange pendant.
This was bought by Xia Yibing herself for the girl at the night market when they were visiting Wayne Port, so the purpose of her saying this was self-evident. She wanted Hitzfeld to deepen his memory and get her reward at the same time.
"The standard attire of this robe is to have a leather belt, but I only have one hand... Hurry up and help me tie the belt when you are done."
Hitzfeld was already used to her tricks, so he pouted and pushed her in, not being fooled.
Madeline couldn't stand the corrupt air outside and disappeared somewhere. Hitzfeld was happy and relaxed. He walked to the edge of the boat, leaned on the railing, and let the sea breeze blow his gray hair away.
She came out after taking deodorizing measures.
Ghee was smeared on the philtrum above the lips, and medicine bags were hung on the ears (similar to cigarette holders), wrists, belts, and ankles of boots.
The medicine bag itself has no fragrance, but it can absorb odors and has a certain deodorizing effect.
It was already dark. Standing here and looking at the entire harbor, Hitzfeld felt that it was much more normal than during the day.
There were dots of yellow lights in the darkness. No street lamps were visible, but occasionally the light of torches could be seen, and human shadows dancing with the flames.
For a moment she even thought she was still in that familiar world, but the stench of blood mixed with the sea breeze reminded her that this place had been cursed since its inception and had never been freed.
"Hitzfeld."
Someone called her. Hitzfeld turned around and saw in the dim light of the fire coming from the shore that the person coming was Captain Shude.
He looked very tired, holding a leather package in his hand, and handed it to her without saying a word.
"what is this?"
"Your weapons."
The captain stuffed the things into her hands. "I did it for insurance...but...JB told me what happened during the day. I hope I didn't neglect you before."
Obviously, he had understood that with that level of power and their knowledge reserves unlike those of outsiders, these three people did not necessarily need him to "grant" them freedom.
Then their attitude is very valuable.
Not everyone will choose to continue to fulfill the terms of the transaction.
"You all should know about Hasim's situation." The captain also followed her example and lay on the edge, looking at the night view of the port below. "Do you know why she said we only have less than three days?"
"The deadline for conscription is the day after tomorrow, right?"
"No, but the day after tomorrow is the deadline for the incense tax. After this time, the governor will leave and go to other places for routine patrols."
"That is to say." He looked at her sideways, "If we can't win the support of the Governor before the day after tomorrow, I, including my brothers, will basically be finished."
"And I just happened to hear JB say... you spent a lot of money on daily necessities during the day? And you didn't buy too much incense-making materials?"
So that's what I came for.
Hitzfeld understood.
"The Governor must have plenty of perfume, right?" she asked Captain Shude.
"There will be no shortage of that. People in that class will have no shortage of food, clothing and enjoyment." The captain nodded.
"Even at the banquet the day after tomorrow...at that banquet, as the perfume tax was being collected, many people, in order to curry favor with him and send him off, even brought out a lot of perfume and ointment as gifts...I just heard about this news today."
"So you're nervous." Hitzfeld said bluntly, "You're afraid that even if I can make incense, I won't be able to produce something amazing enough. You're worried, so you came to me to inquire about the situation."
"...If I were alone, I would be willing to take a gamble with you and trust your approach completely." The captain nodded, "But I also have a lot of people to take care of. In order for everyone to sleep well at night, I think it would be more reassuring to...ask?"
He didn't even believe the lie he told.
Look at the person standing in front of him... a little girl who looks no more than 20 years old.
Captain Xiude didn't say that he didn't trust Hitzfeld, but he really found it hard to imagine how high her professional level had to be to stand out in such fierce competition.
"You don't know how to make perfume, Captain."
Hitzfeld looked at him and smiled instead.
"Of course I don't understand!" Captain Xiu De was a little annoyed.
His thoughts in this regard are similar to JB's - I don't understand, but it doesn't stop me from smelling it, right?
Not only did the ingredients Hitzfeld bought not smell good, but the ones he bought at the harbor market were also a bit smelly! How could they be used to make incense?
He planned to ask her clearly. If she didn't cooperate, then she wouldn't cooperate. He didn't want to give him hope, only to end up in despair.
"Taste is actually a science." Hitzfeld closed his eyes and spoke slowly and leisurely.
"Just like the stench floating on the sea, it is not static, and there will be a day when it will transform into something extraordinary... a day when it will be reborn."
Captain Xiu De was a little dazed.
He didn’t know if it was his illusion, but he actually felt a kind of charm from her that only those “masters” could possess.
That's confidence.
Extremely confident in what I have learned.
"It's okay. I've had this confusion before."
The girl smiled at him.
"It wasn't until one day when I learned that corpse oil could also be used to make incense that I realized there was no limit to this thing."
Chapter 5 Success k
Hitzfeld briefly described his theory to Captain Shude, who was shocked and left in doubt.
After all, the idea that "bad smell can actually be transformed into good smell" was something he had never heard anyone say in front of him during his lifetime, and even in the most bizarre stories, no one would dare to say that.
But vaguely, he felt that these words made sense.
As a corpse retriever who has to work on the sea of blood all year round and is accompanied by the stench of the sea of blood most of the year, Captain Xiu De knows very well that when a person is extremely disgusted by the smell and feels that it cannot be more disgusting, he may indeed have hallucinations, that is, he suddenly feels that the smell is quite good.
But isn't that an illusion?
He began to doubt himself again for wanting to believe this little girl for such a random reason.
Hitzfeld didn't care about him. She had already made up her mind to create a most special perfume based on the theme of "rottenness".
After all, the intelligence was clear. The Governor had no shortage of ointments in his life. However, because the land of the Corrupted Blood Kingdom had never lacked elements related to "corruption" and "stench", most people had long been numb to it and avoided it. She probably thought that this was why they had not yet discovered that there was no boundary between stench and fragrance to some extent. As long as the concentration was controlled and a little "chemical reaction" was added, the fragrance and stench could be reversed at any time.
"Interesting." As she walked back, she saw Xia Yibing leaning against the door frame where she was working overtime, with her arms folded across her chest and the corners of her mouth curled up. "When I was investigating a case, I did encounter some people who liked to smell strange odors, including but not limited to gasoline, stinky socks, and toilets. I always thought they were simply perverts, but now it seems that their sense of smell - at least the nerves that control their sense of smell are different from those of ordinary people."
Hitzfeld hesitated and held back the words, "It's possible that they are just perverts."
Namibia is still relatively simple... a world that has not been refined by a large amount of information. Xia doesn't know what proportion of people like this account for after letting themselves go.
As she got closer, she saw the attire the woman had chosen, and her single exposed blue eye lit up.
Unlike her love for black, Xia Yibing has her own little temper. This can be seen from the fact that when she was the captain of the team, she insisted on wearing stockings on her legs. She has always had a distinct personality and should prefer a more diverse mix of outfits.
Considering the need for convenience in movement, it is very normal for her to choose a white shirt, a dark brown vest jacket, dark brown tight trousers, and pure black high-top boots.
"Not bad." He looked at her with a scrutinizing gaze, imitating the way the woman had teased him before, and then joked, "I'll lend you my eyepatch, so you can pretend to be the new captain of the Thorn Demon."
It's really cool, isn't it? After all, Xia's thighs are round and strong, and their outline is fully reflected by the tight breeches. Although she is wearing pants, she can show her personal charm more than wearing a skirt.
"If you like it, I'll wear it every day." Xia Yibing curled her lips, "When you wear it well, I'll make it into perfume for you and spray it on your hair so you can think of me every day."
"..." Hitzfeld's smile froze. This guy is really disgusting...
Xia Yibing was obviously joking. She was so happy to see her embarrassed look. She ran over and pressed her chest against her back, putting her arms around her neck, and the two of them staggered down the stairs.
The incense making began soon, but more important than the incense making was the olfactory experiment.
"I don't quite understand what you mean." In the dark night, Captain Xiu De sat in the room smoking a pipe, half-closed his eyes and stared at the girl in front of him, "What do you mean by 'need to gather some people to smell the smell, and then ask them to fill out a questionnaire'?"
"People from different regions have different sensitivities to smells, either because of different customs or different races," Hitzfeld said confidently. "You know we are outsiders, so for me, what standard do I use when making incense? It must be the standard of the environment I am most familiar with, but is that standard still applicable here? Will the finished product be lighter or stronger for you? All of these require fine-tuning based on the data."
Captain Xiu De was overwhelmed by all these professional terms, data and fine-tuning.
He sighed: "I can gather the crew to ask you, it's not difficult... but you asked to hire a group of residents on the shore, well..."
"You have been wandering on the sea of blood for years. I think you and the residents on the shore have different sensitivity to smells." Hitzfeld insisted, "The Governor is not your kind of person, right? I must do this experiment."
Her attitude was too firm, and her inherent confidence was too compelling. When Captain Xiu De realized what he had done, he found himself being forced by the girl's aura and was suppressed throughout the conversation.
Even if these people are not of noble origin, they are definitely not ordinary people...
Standing on the boat, staring at the gloomy dock where a group of workers who were working the night shift were called over, Captain Xiu De was immediately relieved.
That's right, there's no other way. If the only way to get through this is to trust her, then my struggle seems meaningless.
He let go of his burden and chose to leave everything to fate. Everything in his eyes became kinder. He was even able to watch the show from the sidelines as if nothing had happened and laugh happily at the workers who were vomiting because of the stench.
After working all night, Hitzfeld finally finished the questionnaire at dawn.
The data suggests she was right to be cautious.
Take the third-level experimental subject, corpse venom, for example. According to human standards, the smell is divided into 10 ranges, from very pleasant to very unpleasant. Her own range is around , which belongs to the "disgusting and unpleasant" level.
She also tried it on Xia Yibing and Madeline, and the results were similar, with little fluctuation.
But when you let the people on the boat smell it, the data is much smaller. Except for a few people who exceeded 5, most of them fluctuated between 3 and 5.
The workers on the shore were weaker than them, with the data fluctuating between and . It was obvious that their tolerance to odor was not as good as that of the crew, but stronger than that of Hitzfeld and his three companions.
This is logical and scientific. After all, Inian Port is a port city, and it is almost soaked in a sea of blood. Although the city does not need to endure such a strong stench, the sea breeze will bring the smell from time to time. People who do not have a certain tolerance cannot survive here.
This goes on year after year, generation after generation...it may not be very obvious, but Hitzfeld believes that their tolerance for the smell will become stronger and stronger.
Then the perfume developed for such people certainly cannot meet her own standards.
Scent is a very subjective thing, a feeling, or even willful. She had read the importance of details in those notes more than once, so she decided from the beginning to eliminate all the hidden dangers she could think of.
The next day, dawn.
Madeline got water to wipe her body and wash her hair, and her manic symptoms triggered by the stench improved a lot. She slept very comfortably last night and came out of the room early in the morning, stretching.
It must be mentioned that she now has a bedroom all to herself.
