<h4>Chapter 407 Meeting Farloon Brimgan</h4>


    "Okay, lead us there." Maroppa took the initiative to ept the invitation, subtly observing In''s figure, ''Her demeanour ispletely different from when she talked to me before. Even looking at her eyes, I can no longer see any traces of someone with more than three Natures.''


    It meant that when necessary, In was able topletely suppress all traces of himself, a frightening conclusion to arrive at. It meant that the previous time they talked, Maroppa was only able to detect that he had more than three Natures precisely because In himself wanted to showcase it.


    ''He''s one scary lunatic!'' She tried her best to hide her thoughts and apanied Orakha to the third floor,menting in shock unanimously with Orakha, "Are these all Satellites?"


    "Oh, you have a great eye for luxury, dear customer!" In praised them tantly and pointed them to arge open cabin where they could have some level of privacy. Each cabin upied 16 square metres in area, bordered by hip-high walls engraved withndscape carvings.


    The table seemed to jut out of the floor, as if a geyser, realistically carved. As they took a seat on chairs simrly geyser-shaped, Orakhamented, "They look like marble, but somehow are soft."


    "What is this material?" He stared at In to ask, not even realising that the woman before him was none other than In.


    "It''s a secret of our establishment." In smiled apologetically and then presented forth a menu card to the both of them, "We have a long list of items avable here. Please take your time to order as many as you want."


    "We''ll start with these three then." Maroppa casually pointed to the topmost three items on the menu. She didn''t know how any of them would taste, since all the names were foreign to her—unique dishes created by the Misty ke Tea House.


    "I''ll bring them in a minute." Saying so, In left gracefully.


    "This ce is nice." Orakhamented as he peered outside and observed therge estates covering the ce, "The view is pretty good too. How did you find out about this ce?"


    "Well, one of my employees usually passes by this ce." Maroppa said, "They found out about this ce''s opening and told me. They said the owners of this establishment are pretty ambitious."


    "Figures," Orakha nodded and observed the sheer number of wares made using Satellites present in the ce. As he continued to observe, an aromatic scent wafted into his nostrils and sparked his appetite.


    In brought in two tea cups and made the table, pouring in the contents for the first item.


    Orakha had a sip and felt a gentle heat stir up in his stomach, causing his Mystic Bone Art to activate in response. He observed his Prana increase by two units, surprised once he nced at the price for the drink, ''It''s cheaper than if I used Parute Fruits for the same gain.''


    By now, Maroppa too hade to the same conclusion. But upon knowing that the Tea House was run by In, she knew the truth, ''He used a Prana Bomb to brew this. That''s how he can make such a refreshing drink.''


    ''But, what''s your endgame here, In?'' She was unable to find the answer. Soon, In brought in the second item and poured it into a new set of cups. Maroppa drank everything,plimenting in the end, "That was refreshing."


    "We''lle by more often in the future."


    "It''s our pleasure to serve you." In bowed faintly as he received money and watched Maroppa and Orakha leave. Until the end, Orakha didn''t even have a hint of suspicion, ''Yeah, he won''t be a threat in my race to obtain the Attribute.''


    Maroppa was pretty famous in the Spirit Weapon industry. And upon seeing her be a regr patron of the Misty ke Tea House, many others from the industry paid a visit.


    A month after the tea house was opened to the public, profits started pouring in at a decent rate, causing Wittral to be all smiles. "Business is booming."


    "Do we hire a few staff?" He asked next.


    "No, I can handle the crowd." In shook his head. Having a third party was a risk, as they could be used by the reincarnates to target him. Moreover, their presence would prevent In from moving as free as he did now.


    "Tell me if it ever gets overwhelming," Wittral spoke in concern.


    "It''s fine, I''m happy working like this," In said, quietly biding his time as news of the tea house spread to the wealthy customers of Akahah Street. And finally, it garnered the interest of Arlfarah Mansion.


    Forty days after the tea house was opened, Farloon Brimgan made his arrival, apanied by his wife. They made a beeline to the fourth floor, reserving the entire floor in their name. Since he nned a visit, he already gathered all the details regarding the tea house from his servants.


    "I heard good reviews about this ce." Farloon Brimgan exined to his wife. "This entire establishment is run by a couple. Pretty amazing, right?"


    "It is," His wifemented and stared at a flower vase in interest, "That''s…made from a Comet."


    She got up and touched the vase, confirming upon seeping her Prana into it, "This is indeed a Comet. How did they manage to shape it into a vase?"


    "My husband made them." Ady''s voice interrupted her, calm, pleasant to hear.


    Farloon Brimgan''s wife stared in the direction of the sound and was surprised, ''What a gorgeous woman!''


    Her attention fell on In''s thick, braided hair that reached her thigh, enamoured by its quality, "How do you maintain that?"


    "Oh, this?" In smiled and pointed at his hair, "I''ll write down my haircare routine. I created a couple of herbal pastes that can maintain my hair''s strength and glossiness."


    "We also have a drink that promotes hair growth." In took the chance to advertise upon seeing thedy''s interest.


    "Isn''t that wonderful, dear…?" Thedy looked at her husband to ask, only to see him stare at In with a strange, gaze, puzzled.


    "You…" Farloon Brimgan observed In as the feeling of nostalgia stemmed strongly towards thetter, "Your name?"


    "Amita." In made a curt introduction.


    ''Her demeanour is strikingly simr to him.'' Farloon Brimgan thought and asked, "Do you know anyone by the name of…Fhoong?"


    Seeing In''s eyes widen in surprise at the name, Farloon Brimgan realised that the two were rted. His gaze hardened a bit as he asked, "How are you rted to him?"


    "He''s my grandfather." In smiled wryly, "But how do you know him, sir?"


    "He hadn''t been here for ages."


    "Haha, I know him, of course. Who doesn''t know him?" Farloon Brimgan chuckled and asked, "How is he?"


    "He''s dead," In said with a tone of sadness.


    "I see," Farloon Brimgan sighed in mncholy as he nodded after a bit of thought, "I''m sorry about that."


    "That''s alright, sir. I''m just happy someone remembers him." Smiling widely, In walked away, making preparations for his orders.


    "She''s the granddaughter of Fhoong Brimgan?" Farloon Brimgan''s wife asked in shock, "Are you sure about that?"


    "Pretty much," Farloon Brimgan nodded, "They are strikingly simr. I can just feel it instinctively. I might have run into her before but didn''t recognise her. That might exin why I felt pangs of nostalgia for the past few weeks."


    "It seems she doesn''t intend to make use of her identity." Farloon Brimgan''s wifemented upon observing In, "But if Fhoong Brimgan''s supporterse to know of her existence, they might rally behind her."


    "What do you n to do in that case?" She asked.


    "Let''s wait and see first." Farloon Brimgan revealed a faint smile, "If she has inherited Fhoong Brimgan''s knowledge and shows sufficient talent, I''ll adopt her as my daughter."


    "At least, that way, our useless children will have a future as a Royal."