20demayo Chapter 351 The Magician
Chapter 351 The Magician
Chapter 351 The Magician
"Damn, bro, you smell so good."
The man sitting opposite Aaron said this.
To be precise, it should be the man opposite the doll.
The real Aaron is sleeping in the library right now.
If someone were to go to the library and ambush Aaron, he would be completely unable to defend himself.
However, Aaron had already prepared countermeasures, which is why he dared to manipulate the puppets.
There are several advantages to acting as a puppet.
Firstly, his lifespan would not end; secondly, his identity as a perfumer would not be discovered.
Although the man could smell the fragrance of the doll—which was unavoidable, as it was made of honey, wax, and spices, and its body constantly emitted a fragrance—he could not find a perfume bottle on the doll.
Aaron came here because he had heard some information.
The black and white parrot he gave to Kendrick has returned to the library.
The parrot relayed a message to Aaron: Kendrick and his wife had narrowly escaped death in a cemetery, and the person who brought them to their death had a teardrop-shaped bottle hanging from his waist.
Aaron immediately realized that the person was also a perfumer!
This was the first time Aaron had received information about other perfumers, and he couldn't possibly leave it uninvestigated.
That's why he boarded a carriage heading north.
At this moment, Aaron, the puppet, was wearing a black top hat with a red ribbon tied around the bottom quarter of the hat.
She wore a white shirt, a black vest, and a black dress, but the long bird-wing collar was red and embroidered with golden rice ear patterns.
The Lorraine family's coat of arms also features wheat ears, but it differs quite a bit from the pattern on Aaron's collar.
A smooth cloak was tied over his clothes; the outer layer was black, but the lining was red.
In addition, there was a black nine-section cane.
Oh! That's right!
He must still be wearing a mask to cover his pale, stiff face.
At least with this outfit, Aaron was confident that he looked presentable.
Actually, Aaron could have rented a carriage by himself, which would have made him more discreet.
But he made a last-minute decision to hitch a ride with this group.
They also planned to go north, but the land they wanted to go was a lake region.
The composition of these personnel is quite interesting.
A bard, a singer, two clowns, and a coachman; he was a vaudeville performer.
They traveled along the way, earning applause, laughter, tears, and silver coins.
This means they must have heard a lot, and Aaron might be able to get information about the perfumer from them.
Aaron shrugged and answered the clown actor who had spoken to him earlier:
"This is my family's natural body odor."
The bard laughed and said, "Just from these scents alone, countless women would yearn to sleep with you!"
"But why do you always wear a mask?" the singer asked. "Is it because you're ugly? If so, what about the woman Pele was talking about?"
It will be reduced by half.
"That's true," the poet Bailey laughed heartily. "Women are more lustful than men, and I know that all too well."
According to Aaron's aesthetic standards, Bailey is actually quite good-looking.
He had long, smooth brown hair and a very stylish beard; his masculine aura was almost overflowing.
Aaron could imagine that Bailey must have no shortage of women, and that his first time was probably forced upon him by some lustful woman.
After they finished joking around, they all turned their attention to Aaron, undoubtedly waiting for his answer to the question they had just asked.
Aaron thought for a moment and said:
"In order to maintain the mystery."
"Mysterious?" Aesop the Clown shrugged. "Mystery won't bring you gold, so why pretend to be profound?"
Aaron said, "No, the mystery can bring me gold; it's related to my profession."
Upon hearing this, even Henderson, who was driving the carriage, turned his head to look at Aaron warily.
Singer Hall asked, "What's your profession?"
Yes, what's your profession?
Aaron recalled the professions of the people in front of him, and the answer immediately came to mind:
"magician."
"The Magician?" Joker Reagan's eyes lit up.
Despite being a dwarf, he climbed up from the deck and stood in front of Aaron:
"You can do magic?"
Aaron nodded: "I will."
"I don't believe you," Reagan said, "unless you conjure one up for me!"
"I don't need to prove anything to you," Aaron said dismissively.
Upon hearing this, Reagan's face immediately darkened.
"Ha ha!" Bailey laughed mockingly. "Reagan, you're making a fool of yourself right now!"
Aesop grinned and said, "This is exactly what we do best!"
Hall said to Aaron, "However, Mr. Juan, you don't need to prove anything, but you can broaden my horizons."
"You've heard plenty of my songs, stories about Bailey, and jokes about Reagan and Aesop along the way, while Henderson has had a tough time driving."
"Isn't it only fair to reciprocate? And we rarely see performers who can do magic tricks, so we're really looking forward to your performance!"
"Exactly!" Aesop chimed in.
While speaking, he was acting like a "fool".
Since that's what they've said, Aaron can't refuse.
His gaze was fixed on a folding stool to the side.
"Whose stool is this?"
“Mine,” Reagan said, “it’s my treasure! It lets me rest wherever I go!”
Aaron said, "Please lend it to me."
"I won't lend it to anyone!"
Reagan was so emotional that he plopped down on a stool.
Aaron shrugged and said, "In that case, I have no way to perform magic."
Reagan's expression froze for a moment: "You absolutely need my chair to perform magic tricks?"
"That's right," Aaron nodded.
Reagan's expression was fierce, as if he were doing some kind of mental preparation.
The others, however, were urging Reagan to step up.
Finally, Reagan folded the stool and handed it to Aaron:
"Then perform a beautiful magic trick for me!"
Aaron smiled slightly and took the stool:
"Keep it wonderful!"
Aaron was wearing gloves, a red glove on his left and a white glove on his right.
He placed his red hand on the stool, and the next second, flames burst forth from the stool.
A gasp of amazement immediately erupted from the car.
The happiest person was Reagan, who jumped up and clapped in the car:
"Beautiful! Beautiful!"
Others also expressed their admiration.
At this point, Reagan said:
"Then, hurry up and put out the fire."
Aaron shook his head: "It's impossible."
"Huh!" Reagan exclaimed in surprise. "Isn't this a magic trick?"
"Yes, but my trick is to light a fire, not to extinguish it."
Reagan shrank back and hurriedly stepped forward to stomp on the fire, trying to extinguish it.
But it doesn't work at all.
The others hurriedly said, "Get it off quickly, or the whole car will catch fire!"
In the end, Reagan could only tearfully throw the stool behind the car.
Laughter immediately filled the car.
Just then, the car stopped.
Hall asked, "Henderson, why did you stop the car?"
Henderson didn't turn around, but you could tell from his voice that his expression was serious:
"Don't you guys feel like we just walked this road?"