"Soap?" She picked up a piece and sniffed it. She could indeed smell the fragrance of roses.
"Yes, it's hard to imagine that before it was made it was a sticky paste. In order to make it full of fragrance, His Royal Highness also added perfume to it."
Mey subconsciously glanced at the price on the paper. The price of 25 silver royals per piece could be regarded as a luxury, but compared to the more expensive perfume, the price was obviously set too low. "Are you sure it's perfume? When I performed in King's City, a great noble gave me three bottles of perfume. Each bottle was only the size of a thumb, but its price was more than five Golden Dragon. Such a big piece of soap, shouldn't it be at least half a bottle's worth? "
"Is that so?" Carter was startled. "Perfume is so expensive?"
"Of course," Mey gave him a blank look. "It's one of the proudest products of King's City's Alchemist Workshop. Apart from crystal glass, perfume is the best-selling product. I heard that in addition to the batch of perfume given to the royal family, nearly a thousand bottles of perfume are sold on the market every year. Those who can afford to buy this kind of thing are the upper nobles and wealthy merchants. If it wasn't a gift, I would never have used the remuneration of several plays to buy a bottle of perfume. "
"But when His Royal Highness made the perfume, he didn't use any rare materials … According to him, it seems to be made from sugar cane?" Carter saw Mey's puzzled face and added, "Sugar cane is a sweet stick, a crop from the Fjords. It looks like a stick, and when you bite it, your mouth will be filled with sweet water. At present, it's only grown in the castle's backyard. Next time, I'll ask His Royal Highness to see if I can bring one out. "
His Royal Highness again … After Mey came to Border Town, the name she heard the most was Roland Wimbledon. Whether it was Irene or Carter, whenever they talked about the changes in Border Town, they would always mention him. It seemed that His Royal Highness was omniscient, omniscient, and all these novel things were created by him.
Could there really be such a knowledgeable person in the world? She doubted it. No matter how smart a person was, it would take time to learn new knowledge. Whether it was King's City or Longsong Stronghold, the recognized erudite people were all white-haired old men. There was even a saying among the people of the Western Region: The longer the beard, the wider the knowledge. The prince was only in his twenties. How could he know so many things?
Mey's expression remained the same. "No need. If it can be used to make perfume, it must be a very rare crop. Especially the perfume formula, it can be sold for a sky-high price in any alchemy workshop. You must not inquire about it from His Highness, and even if you see it, you must not say it. "
"All right," Carter answered. He took out a handkerchief and wrapped the four soaps in it.
"You want to buy so many?"
"Each person can only buy two pieces at most. We'll pretend to buy them separately and give them to you when we get out of here. Don't disagree yet," the Knight reached out to stop Mey from saying what she wanted to say. "I can ask His Highness if I run out of them, but I don't know when I'll get new ones if they're sold out. You can take these four pieces and use them for a long time."
Mey looked at the other party's serious expression and felt as if something was burning in her heart. Use for a long time … She pursed her lips and didn't say anything. She silently watched as the Knight wrapped the soap.
"Since you're here, let's look at the other goods," he picked up the cloth bag and laughed.
...
When she returned to her "home" in Border Town, it was already dusky outside the window.
The evening glow shone through the window and dyed the furnishings in the room a touch of orange red.
Since staying here to perform the follow-up play, Mey had also received a set of the same room as Irene. Although it wasn't big, it had everything.
She placed the novelty goods she had bought from the convenience store on the table. In addition to the four pieces of soap, there was also a bottle of wine.
This bottle of wine was different from the common ale and wine in pubs. It had almost no color and was as pure and transparent as water. She remembered that the product description said it was called white wine. It had a high concentration and shouldn't be drunk too much.
White wine, she smiled. From the appearance, the name was really appropriate.
Pulling out the wooden stopper, Mey poured herself a glass. She raised the glass and a pungent smell hit her nose, making her frown. But after the smell, a wisp of wine floated into her nose. It was sweet and mellow, completely unlike the taste of the inferior wine in pubs.
Because acting required a high degree of concentration, she rarely went to pubs. Only after the success of the play, when the theater celebrated, would she drink a few glasses. The feeling of being drunk wasn't bad, but after witnessing the behavior of many actors when they got drunk, she always controlled her alcohol to a level where it wouldn't affect her thinking.
However, May now had a strong urge to get drunk. Otherwise, she wouldn't have bought this expensive bottle of liquor despite Carter's dissuasion. She had heard from other actors that after getting drunk, they would be able to block out distracting thoughts and concerns. Seeing the true answer in their heart, she wanted to give it a try.
May closed her eyes, tilted her head back and poured the wine into her mouth. Suddenly, a burning sensation exploded in her throat, causing her to spit out the wine she had not yet swallowed. She coughed so violently that she choked on her tears.
What the hell? Is this even wine?
When the burning sensation completely subsided, she bit her lips and tried again. This time, she only dared to swallow it in small mouthfuls. After the burning sensation, there was a rich mellow taste. The two tastes mixed together. It couldn't be said to be delicious, but it gave her a strange feeling.
After only half a quarter of an hour, May felt a sense of dizziness welling up in her mind.
She took out a fist-sized iron box from her pocket, opened the lid, and saw a bright mirror facing her. This mirror was different from the copper or silver mirrors in the past. Its surface was smooth and flawless, and the scene reflected in it was extremely clear. It must be very expensive. Through the mirror, Mey could see her slightly red cheeks and confused eyes.
This was a gift from the Chief Knight when they parted. She wanted to refuse, but he turned around and left, not giving her a chance to refuse. He walked away quickly and turned back to wave goodbye to her. To be honest, when Carter Lannis didn't open his mouth, his appearance could be considered impeccable. But if he wasn't a chatterbox, it was unlikely that he would be able to keep her.
So, should she take root in this place? Far away from the bustling city, coming to this remote town to start anew, and the only people who knew her identity were the few people in the crew … The fear of the unknown made it difficult for her to make up her mind.
Mey spread out the letter on the table – it was sent to her by His Royal Highness through Irene. The writer was Pérot, the manager of the Stronghold. From the letter, she learned that the Stronghold Theater had announced that her whereabouts were unknown, and that Pérot himself wanted her to return to the Stronghold to continue performing.
His Royal Highness didn't hide this news, he gave the choice to her.
Mey drank the rest of the wine in her glass, and her vision gradually became hazy.
She staggered to the desk, spread out a piece of paper, and began to write a reply.
In the midst of her overlapping thoughts, she saw the Stronghold Theater, Irene, Filin Eltek, the town square filled with deafening cheers, and those third-rate actors who were so excited that they couldn't control themselves … In the end, these images slowly faded away, and the only thing left in her mind was Carter Lannis' grinning face when he extended an invitation to her.
"Hello, Miss Mey, can I buy you a drink? "
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