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what!
This smells so good, can't Frang smell it?
So obvious!
The incense was thrown to the ground, and the onlookers smelled the fragrance. They all looked at Frang with puzzled eyes.
Could it be that he really can't smell it?
"Hey, didn't you just say there was no smell? Now everyone can smell it, what do you say now!" The person who had asked Frang to try the fragrance earlier looked at Frang and shouted, his face full of confidence.
Because he couldn't possibly smell it!
I tampered with that bottle so that anyone who smelled it would lose their sense of smell. Then I smashed the bottle on the ground, leaving no evidence. It was perfect!
This is why even a brilliant detective couldn't find a single piece of evidence.
At this moment, the surrounding audience looked at Franger "067" with strange eyes, because he looked very confused and obviously couldn't smell anything.
why?
Isn't he a genius?
Franger shook his head helplessly, then walked onto the stage and picked up other incense sticks to smell, but...
He can't smell anything now.
My sense of smell has disappeared...
For a perfumer, this means saying goodbye to fragrance for the rest of his life. How can he create perfume if he can't smell the scent? It's simply impossible!
Many heroes from the King of Glory continent frowned upon witnessing this scene.
This setup is just too despicable!
They even completely ruined people.
At that moment, Cai Wenji stood up from her seat and angrily said, "This is outrageous! How can there be such a person? To frame someone like this is simply too much!"
Lan frowned upon seeing this. "How could this happen? She's such an excellent perfumer. I was really looking forward to creating a cool fragrance, but now it seems like that opportunity may not come."
It also……
What a pity.
It's such a great perfumer that he can no longer create perfumes. This is a devastating blow to anyone, and it's such a pity!
It's unclear how Franger will react next.
To be honest, if this happened to someone else, anyone would probably go crazy, but Frang seemed quite calm.
"I will no longer make incense; I have no sense of smell." Frang spoke calmly, seemingly without a trace of anger, but then looked at everyone with a relieved smile and said, "Actually, this is for the best!"
Franger just laughed to himself, looking as if he had been relieved, but no one knew why he was like this, it was really strange.
"Hmph, I didn't expect it to be detected so quickly. He can't smell it at all."
"That can't be right. I personally witnessed him refining it before. The quality was so high that it's rare even in our town, let alone outside. If you say he cheated, to be honest, I don't believe it!"
"What's the use of you not believing me? You saw it yourself just now. We can all smell the fragrance, but he can't. Doesn't that prove anything?"
"I simply don't believe that someone so young can refine so much incense. Isn't that a bit too incredible? It doesn't seem to be up to the standard for someone his age!"
……
The crowd below whispered amongst themselves, but Frang was too exhausted to do anything at that moment.
it's over!
It's all over!
With that, Franger, disregarding medals, turned his back and walked away alone into the distance.
However, the heroes of the King's Continent were all very puzzled.
What exactly happened? Why is this happening?
They had clearly seen that Franger had lost his sense of smell, yet he seemed to feel a great sense of relief.
Did this incredible ability put pressure on him?
This skin might not seem that powerful now, but everyone is drawn to the story because it doesn't make logical sense; nobody knows how it happened.
The scene suddenly changed.
Franco was alone in his studio, smelling the perfume again and again, blending it over and over. Because he hadn't slept all day, his eyes were covered in panda eyes. No one knew what he had been through!
"Why! Why isn't it perfectly fragrant? Why?!" Frang roared in fury, his eyes bloodshot and filled with resentment...
As others have said, Franger is a genius.
They are born with an extraordinary understanding of scents. No matter what the fragrance is, they can basically determine its origin and name just by smelling it.
This incredible skill made the other perfumers in the studio extremely envious.
To become a perfumer, each of them worked incredibly hard to stand here, but no one intended to truly care about a kid like Franco.
But what they didn't know was that the main character this time was Franger.
Even seasoned perfumers who have been blending perfumes for many years are no match for Franger; they don't know how to surpass this prodigy in front of them.
However, Franger couldn't see them.
He was surrounded by all sorts of flavors all day long, but none of them were to his liking.
He was determined to research and create the most fragrant incense!
"Why, why are these smells so annoying!" Frang said angrily, because his sense of smell was amazing, so there were countless smells bothering him.
All smells contain impurities!
"Throw it all away!" Frang said mercilessly, looking at the incense in front of him. "This garbage."
At Franger's command, servants immediately bowed their heads and came over to clean up.
At this moment, a butler with a white beard walked in and looked at Frang with some concern, saying, "Young Master, you don't need to be so serious. The incense you developed is already selling very well outside!"
The butler didn't understand, since every single fragrance the Third Young Master researched was a bestseller.
Demand exceeds supply.
It puts even veteran perfumers to shame.
But the Third Young Master always said it wasn't enough, that it was always a little short! Still a little short.
But I've been very successful every time, I just don't understand.
I really don't understand what my young master is thinking every day. Isn't it better to just live a peaceful and stable life?
"Sigh, Butler Lou, you don't understand, you don't understand what the ultimate fragrance is!" the Third Young Master said helplessly. He then took all the incense out and had his servants bring him the latest ingredients, which he then laid out on the table to continue blending.
Chapter 292: Unprovable, a fallen genius!
"Sigh!" Frang sighed, his eyes filled with longing.
Although everyone says that his perfume is the best in the world, Franger has great ambitions, and only he knows that this is far from enough!
only……
The sense of satisfaction he felt was something he himself didn't know what it was, had no clue what it was, and had no idea how to develop it.
So Franger locked himself in his room day after day, experimenting constantly, but he could never get the fragrance he wanted. It was just too difficult!
Even so, Franco did not give up and continued to refine perfume day after day. Everyone else in the family thought that the third young master had gone mad, after all, no one could refine perfume at such a high intensity for such a long time, only the third young master could.
But it's been so long...
Franco still couldn't create a fragrance that satisfied him the most, and he really didn't understand why!
Gradually, a hint of tyranny grew in his heart, though he himself didn't know why.
Then I got tired of it.
This time, the other party used tricks to make him lose his sense of smell.
For the third young master...
That's it, 09 was pretty good!
In this low-level martial arts world, although incense is the main method of cultivation, other cultivation methods are also emerging one after another. As long as the Third Young Master cultivates diligently, he will have no problem developing his own skills!
As for the fragrance...
Forget it!
After Frang left, the people below were also talking about it. When they returned to the family, they were all shocked to learn that Frang's sense of smell had been ruined.
He traveled the world seeking out renowned doctors, hoping to cure Franger's sense of smell.
However, countless renowned doctors came and all shook their heads. They had never heard of such a poison that could cause loss of smell, let alone consciousness.
The patriarch was extremely anxious. He didn't know how many years it would take for the family to produce such a genius, and he absolutely couldn't let him perish here.
However, Franger remained remarkably calm.
"Actually, this is quite good. I'm happy every day and don't need anything else. Besides, our family is so powerful that protecting a useless young master like me is a piece of cake." Frang said carelessly at this moment.
No one knows what the Third Young Master is thinking...