I'll Surpass The MC
chapter-394

There wasn't any change in Farloon Brimgan and his wife. However, of course, the drink was altered to only affect those who practice Gold Kinesis Art, the cultivation technique of Brimgan Empire Royalty.

The fluid ingested by Farloon Brimgan would have to be digested by his stomach for it to take effect. As it would take a while, Inala calmly remained in the ceiling and kept watch.

Three hours later, he noticed Farloon Brimgan's eyes turn red for a moment as he wiped a droplet of tears that streamed out.

"Strange, why do I feel this way all of a sudden?" He muttered in confusion and shook his head. There was a feeling of nostalgia building up in him, followed by a mild sense of longing.

Upon seeing the effects, Inala retreated into the ceiling and began to make his return. His objective here was done for the time being.

The effects of the drink were very subtle. It'll cause Farloon Brimgan to develop a familial sense of longing for Amita Brimgan, as if he had a debt towards Fhoong Brimgan, and only by taking care of Amita Brimgan could he repay that debt.

At present, he wouldn't know that and would just feel as if something was missing. Of course, thanks to the drink, he would be able to recognise Amita Brimgan with a glance. Moreover, Inala had made an influence in such a way that the smell of a certain drink that he would brew in the future would bring Farloon Brimgan to that place, lured in by a feeling of nostalgia.

This nostalgia would be what would allow Inala to legally enter Arlfarah Mansion and make a living there.

Halfway along his return, Inala subtly barged into the treasury of the place and stole a bag of 1400 Briga, the Brimgan Empire's currency. One Briga equalled eight Parute Fruits and was a decent sum of money.

1400 Briga was a sum of money Farloon Brimgan wouldn't even notice the disappearance of. Inala stopped at that amount for that was enough for his current needs. He could use that as a deposit for the tea house he would purchase later.

He didn't want to steal anymore, for he wanted Wittral to have a goal—buying the tea house—to pursue and be busy towards. 1400 Briga was merely for his convenience, nothing more, nothing less.

Inala soon exited Arlfarah Mansion and arrived at his concealed spot between the wall and the shrub. It was nighttime now and the street was lit by oil lamps.

Luminescent moss was common on Sumatra Continent and was generally used in all places. They were the most common sources of light, since all they needed for maintenance was moisture. There were glowing rocks following suit, used in places lacking moisture.

The oil lamps here were expensive and used for aesthetic purposes. It produced a gentle orange hue and the generated smoke was aromatic, creating a scenic atmosphere on the night-lit Akahah Street.

Inala exited the street slowly while employing his Skill of Natural Presence. Soon, he was strolling on a street far away from Arlfarah Mansion, watching carriages of all sorts ply the road.

Plenty of looks were shot his way, for he was eye-catching thanks to the beautiful lock of hair covering his head. He flashed a gentle smile towards a man skating on the opposite side, chuckling upon seeing the latter become so enamoured that he forgot to look out in his direction of movement and slammed into a wall nearby.

'It seems I'll be pretty well received in Brimgan Society's beauty standards.' He already knew this beforehand, but personally experiencing it spoke volumes, and also the risks associated with being a drop-dead gorgeous beauty.

His eyes shot towards a metal banner that formed a shop's plaque, using its reflective surface to spot a group of three shadowing him from thirty metres away. They obviously weren't up to good. 'Indeed, this will happen.'

The trio were merely at the Spirit Stage. Even if they were at the Body Stage, Inala could kill them instantly. But the Brimgan Empire had a competent investigative team that would conduct a search once concerned people of the trio lodged a complaint about their disappearance.

Just based on Fhoong Brimgan's data alone, it was impossible to avoid being captured. Inala would have to rack up his head to avoid capture. This data was already outdated on many fronts as it was many centuries old.

The Brimgan Empire's methods would have evolved after Fhoong Brimgan's era. Therefore, without knowing what they had in their arsenal, putting a target on his back would end up wasting too much of Inala's time and effort. Hence, losing sight of the trio would be the fastest.

Thinking as such, Inala continued to walk. The moment he approached a corner, he leaped to the terrace of a building, used the Skill of Natural Presence, changed clothes as he reverted to his male form, and landed on the street.

There was a mild smirk on his expression as he saw the trio run past him in confusion.

"Dammit, where did she go?"

"Spread out! Contact more of our brothers!"

"We'll have to find out who she is."

'I can use them to keep Wittral occupied.' Inala thought and returned to their hotel, entering the room to see an anxious Wittral prancing around.

"Why are you looking like that?" Wittral frowned upon seeing Inala enter the room in his male form.

"Well, some goons came after me." Inala sighed and slumped on the chair once he became a female, "I managed to avoid them like this. But it's still a pain."

He activated Mystic Mist Art to cause all the hair on his body to fall off and watched Wittral burn them off. "I managed to find some good locations, but I can't make a decision so early."

"I'll accompany you tomorrow." Wittral said, "I brewed more than enough for the time being. We're running short on cash too."

"Just tell me if anyone harasses you. I'll kill them." Wittral snorted in anger.

"I'm strong enough to take care of them myself. But it'll be a pain," Inala groaned in annoyance, "There will be consequences to killing someone here. If we do something like that, forget setting up a tea house, we'll probably be forced to flee this place. Otherwise, we'll be spending our lives in prison."

"Free Humans are annoying." Wittral clicked his tongue and then accompanied Inala to have dinner. Following that, the duo entered their respective rooms to sleep.

The next day, Wittral accompanied Inala as they looked through prospective locations. But aware of his target, Inala led Wittral towards buildings with routes leading towards Arlfarah Mansion.

"This building looks good enough," Wittral commented on the fifth day of their search, staring at a two-storey building that had seen better days. It was a shop selling Spirit Weapons and had gone out of business after the owner died during a raid.

The owner's son had prospective employment in the capital city and didn't have time to bother with this failing business. Hence, he put the shop on sale.

"It needs some repairs, but this looks pretty great." Inala nodded, knowing very well that by simply using Prana Bombs alongside Subtle Terrain Domination, they could give a spectacular makeover to the place and transform it into a unique teahouse.

And best of all, it was situated at a corner on one of the routes leading to Arlfarah Mansion. If Farloon Brimgan wanted to head to the railway station, he would have to pass by this place, which made it the perfect location.

"Let's buy this place." Inala nodded in approval, watching Wittral grin in response and contact the owner of the place to receive a quotation.