Chen Lun toyed with the perfume bottle, his thumb slowly rubbing the octopus design carved on it, and said to her with a smile.
Froy froze for a moment.
She had not expected to receive praise.
Shaking her head gently, she said:
"This Mysterious Object doesn't distinguish between friend and foe. You'd better not use it... I'm sorry I wasted those materials."
"Oh, no, no. It really is good. It suits me perfectly."
Chen Lun reassured her.
He gently shook the perfume bottle in his hand and smiled again.
"I have a special resistance. Its toxins can't harm me... That means its drawback is no longer a drawback."
With [Hell Resistance], he had high resistance to both fire and poison. [Resting Perfume] could not have been more suitable for his own use.
"I see... That's wonderful."
Froy breathed a sigh of relief and could not help smiling.
Looking at the beads of sweat on the tip of her nose, Chen Lun hesitated, but finally reached out and gently dabbed them away.
"Go get some rest, Froy. I have something to go out for in a little while."
He picked up the top hat beside him and slowly put it on.
Then he turned and went out the door.
Froy "watched" his retreating figure, lost in a daze.
Inner District.
First Avenue.
It was a prosperous neighborhood where many nobles and council members lived.
On the central street, gentlemen in fine suits and exquisitely dressed ladies and young women strolled along, while carriages passed back and forth and coachmen rang bells to warn pedestrians.
A huge sheet-metal mailbox, painted entirely orange-red, stood by the road. It was a public mailbox, and a designated postman came every day to check it and collect the letters for delivery.
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