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"Moreover, strong emotions such as madness and fear can also create new phantom books, but the amount required is enormous, almost the fear or madness caused by dozens of wars."

"..."

Speaking of war, Isaac has experienced more than ten. He grew up on the battlefield, and the smoke and fire of gunfire are commonplace in his mind.

"From the first moment I saw you, I could smell the foul odor emanating from you. It was the smell of dead people and blood. You must have experienced more wars than we can imagine. So whenever you pick up a pen, the madness in your heart gives power to the books."

"That means..."

"You've basically said goodbye to writing books for the rest of your life, you can't even write a diary anymore."

"..."

This is very uncomfortable.

He is a person from another world with a mad mind; whatever he writes in this world will become a phantom book.

Fran: "Sure~ Next time I write 'that kind' book, maybe I can summon pretty girls."

"you shut up."

“Well, someone like you is probably exactly the kind of person ‘that red guy’ is looking for,” Darian said with a smile and a shrug.

"You mean those two, the 'professors'? I'll chop them up sooner or later."

Isaac didn't think too much about having to stop writing. After all, the physical training textbook was already finished. At worst, he just couldn't write it in this world. He could write it slowly when he got back.

"Speaking of which, you haven't told me what happened here yet."

Isaac glanced at the two burly men lying on the ground, then at Fiona, who was standing there in a daze.

-

The old buildings in the business district, seemingly solemn structures, are likely the headquarters of long-established companies.

Greeting Hugh and his group from the president's office in the building was a middle-aged man with a well-defined hairline and a robust physique. He was the men's employer, or in other words, the company's president.

After the men who had been knocked unconscious by Hughie woke up and learned what had happened, they all said it was a misunderstanding and brought Fiona and the other four men here.

"My daughter Fiona was truly rude just now."

The president, who had taken a seat in the reception chair, bowed his head solemnly in apology.

"No, no, no, we didn't suffer any losses." Hugh quickly waved his hand and said, "It's me who accidentally injured a few of you, and I feel a little bad about it now."

"Oh, I didn't realize you were so young yet so strong that you could take down our bodyguards who have been working here for several years."

"Ah ha ha……"

Hugh scratched the back of his head and chuckled dryly.

It's not that he's amazing, it's that the fantasy book Isaac wrote is truly amazing.

The magic book is still in his pocket; Isaac gave it to him saying it could be used for self-defense for the time being.

"To my shame, my daughter is as clueless about social etiquette as you all know, and she causes me a lot of trouble even at work."

The president sighed slightly, as if mocking himself.

Hugh seemed to remember something and smiled bitterly.

"I was really shocked. She's actually the chief researcher at Farmania Corporation, and the president's daughter at that."

Famania is a cosmetics manufacturer, especially renowned for its perfumes.

Dalian, who was still eating fried bread, slightly raised her head.

"The chief researcher of the perfume?"

The president looked at Darian, who was frowning in confusion, and nodded embarrassedly.

"Despite her appearance, Fiona is a genius perfumer. She has been in and out of the research lab since she was a child, and she is the one who created our company's best-selling product, 'Azure'."

“I’ve heard of the name. The perfume famous for being a favorite of extremely popular foreign actresses, right?” Hugh said.

"Yes."

"Oh? That poor little girl can actually make perfume?" Dalian's mouth was as sharp as ever.

When Fiona came out, she was dressed in a white doctor's uniform, which seemed rather shabby to Dalien.

“Because perfumers don’t like to have an extra scent on them,” Hugh explained to Dalia. “That’s probably why she didn’t wear makeup. And her white robe was very clean.”

After he finished speaking, he casually looked out the window.

On the shelf by the window were samples of perfumes from the Farmania company, with glass engravings in the shape of books on the bottles.

"That perfume bottle... has a book pattern engraved on it."

"Haha, you found out?" the president laughed. "This story is very famous among perfume collectors. The old book has been passed down through generations in Famania. It seems to be a foreign book, and the first president, my grandfather, got the idea to sell perfume after acquiring this book."

"Book?"

Dalian keenly grasped the meaning of the word.

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"Yes, it's a book."

The president nodded.

"Previously, our company was just a small business producing soap. After we started selling perfumes, we immediately became a recognized high-end brand representing the kingdom. It seems that what is recorded in this book is the advanced technology of manipulating fragrance."

"The techniques of manipulating fragrance... Is that book about how to make perfume?" Hugh asked.

The president's answer to Hugh's question was somewhat vague.

"Yes, I think so."

"should?"

"It's a great pity that I never got to read the contents of the book because my grandfather forbade it."

He shook his head again at this point.

"To be honest, even after reading it, I couldn't understand it. Because I don't have the talent of a perfumer. My grandfather's decision to let Fiona inherit that book was a wise one."

"Fiona? You mean your daughter?"

"Yes, her grandfather passed away not long after passing the book to her, so she should be the only one who has read it now."

Suddenly, Dalia asked, "Do you know the name of that book?"

"I have heard of this before," the club president said after a moment's thought. "It's called... the Incense Divine Book."

"So this is the one..."

Just then, a butler-like man walked in and found the company president who was talking to Hugh.

"I apologize that while you are having such a pleasant conversation, it seems that the people from the Padek Chamber of Commerce have already arrived."

The man whispered in the president's ear. The president's expression instantly twisted with displeasure.

"Okay, I'll be right there."

After speaking, the president smiled nonchalantly at the group.

"I'm sorry, I'll have to take my leave now. I think Fiona should be back soon, please wait here for a moment."

After a polite handshake with Hugh, the president and his entourage hurriedly left the room.

As Isaac watched the departing president, he turned to Fran and asked, "Have you ever heard of the Incense Manual?"

"The fragrance gods are a family of Hindu gods, specifically those related to Gandharvas. They store fragrances and manipulate them to perform divine mystical arts, and this book is about that," Fran replied.

"I see, it's a book from the Indian side."

"That's right. There are quite a few mythical books circulating in India because their religions originally had many gods."

"Thinking about it, there seem to be quite a few Norse and Greek pantheons as well."

Isaac smiled, but when he turned around, he noticed that Hugh's expression was somewhat serious.

"what happened to you?"

"No, I just heard the name Padek Merchant Guild earlier and it caught my attention a little."

Is there a problem with this chamber of commerce?

"I've heard some negative rumors. On the surface, it's a trading company, but in reality, it's involved in smuggling, intimidation, and the sale of illegal drugs—in short, it's a criminal organization."

"You mean, a thriving company is colluding with a criminal organization?"

"This is also what I care about. Why would a company with such a good reputation and wealth cooperate with a notorious organization?"

Darian: "Maybe they just came to buy perfume."

"...That's true, no one says criminal organizations can't buy perfume."

Although he said this, Hugh's expression showed a hint of disagreement, which contradicted his words.

The next second, without even a knock, the door to the president's office was rudely opened.

"Sorry to keep you waiting~"

Fiona, dressed in a white robe, walked in, a handbag hanging from her waist containing various glass containers.

"We meet again~ You're a very capable fighter, and... Hmm? It smells so good."

Fiona quickly stepped forward and sniffed at Darian.

"!!"

Dalian was clearly startled by this action and instinctively hid behind Hugh.

"The taste of pyridine compounds produced by the amino carbonyl reaction, hmm... flour, butter, and olive oil... it's fried bread, right!"

“Yes…so what? I’ve already eaten all the fried bread here. Even if you come and ask me for some now, there won’t be any left for you,” Dalian said in a panic.

"is it?"

Fiona smiled slightly and brought her face close to Darian's cheek to smell it.

"Hmm~ This smell is the smell of a lie."

"what?"

Dalian felt a chill run down her spine and backstepped. Although Dalian usually seemed very rude and sarcastic, she appeared helpless against Fiona.