Chapter 393 - Translation

Chapter 393 The Peeking Eye Arlfarah Mansion occupied an area of 1.8 square kilometres, absolutely massive given the property rates at Akahah Street. It was an ancestral property that had been passed down for generations, for Arlfarah Mansion also doubled down as an auction house for the wealthy. There was a pond at the entrance, home to a variety of marine Pranic Beasts that had been domesticated after centuries of sheltered upbringing. These Pranic Beasts lost touch with what they could do, drastically different from their wild counterparts. Beginner Silver Grade Pranic Beast—Phine Fish! This was the strongest Pranic Beast race found in the pond, their numbers limited, but their contribution was of pivotal importance. Their primary function is to maintain the ecology of their home and ensure it remains self-sufficient, doing everything in their power to maintain it as such, no matter how much the ecology gets damaged from external influences. Primary Nature—Satiety Upbringing! From growing moss to helping other races lay down eggs to help them hatch, Phine Fishes did everything in their power to ensure the pond thrived with vitality. Out in the wilds, they were aggressive, eating up anything that was invasive in nature and could disrupt the ecology. They would purposefully cause other fishes to breed in excess to birth more eggs than necessary. Phine Fishes would then hunt the excess eggs for game, deriving sadistic pleasure from the process. They had a virtuous effect on the ecology but were sadistic by default. In Arlfarah Mansion's Pond, the Phine Fishes had become tame, having been living here generation after generation. Their sadistic natures were curbed to the limit, turning them into gentle creatures that took care of their surroundings. The place was littered with ponds, with each occupying no more than a thousand square metres in area. Basically, if assumed to be a square, the sides were a bit longer than thirty metres. All ponds were connected by underground channels to create water circulation, also allowing the marine Pranic Beasts in one pond to swim into another and vice versa. Intricately carved bridges were laid arching over the ponds, made from the same beet red granite that formed the walls. The scene was picturesque as every pond was surrounded by a small forest, making them each seem like a separate world of vitality. There were three buildings in total at the estate. First was the main mansion where the owner, Farloon Brimgan lived. He was part of the Brimgan Royalty and had a cultivation at the 2-Life Stage. He wasn't a Prince and was merely one of the many members of the Royal Family. Farloon Brimgan had a family of eight—a wife and seven children. The oldest son was twenty-eight years old while the youngest was an eleven-year-old daughter. All his kids cultivated the Gold Kinesis Art, but their strength was minimal at best. Even the oldest had only recently entered the Body Stage. As the Brimgan Royalty had too many people, resources were only given to family members based on their achievements and contributions. The Brimgan Royalty was split into a main family and multiple branch families. Only the most exceptional among the current generation would get the title of Prince and Princess, with their respective families becoming part of the main family. Everyone else of the same generation would be relegated to branch family status. This process is repeated for every generation. Hence, the status of being part of the main and branch families changed all the time. Farloon Brimgan wasn't talented enough to become a Prince during his generation. He simply retired to Arlfarah Mansion and led a peaceful life. As his contributions were minimal, he wasn't given much Rutham by the Royal Family. Hence, his cultivation stagnated at the 2-Life Stage. There was no need for him to increase his strength, hence Farloon Brimgan relegated whatever Rutham he got to his children. All of his children were plenty talented, but compared to the monsters of geniuses gathering in the capital, they were nothing. Hence, he simply allowed them to do what they pleased, roping them all into his business, which was to run the auction house. Situated nearby the main mansion was a large tower that reached a height of 220 metres, acting as an auction house. It was one of the biggest auction houses in the Brimgan Empire, often trading valuable goods. And finally, situated behind the main mansion was an outhouse, meant for the guards and servants of the mansion to stay at. They were part of a generational lineage of servants. The talented ones among them became guards and protected the estate while the inadequately talented ones remained maids. Their kids would take up roles in a similar fashion. More than two hundred people were living in the servant house, maintaining the estate with their everything. Twenty metres away from the outhouse stood a tree, one amongst many in the small forest. Suddenly, one of the barks parted open to reveal an eye that stared at the outhouse and observed the servants in action. A couple minutes later, the eye retreated into the tree as the bark reverted to its original position. From time to time, an eye would open amongst a random tree bark and observe the surroundings before vanishing, its existence uncaptured by anyone part of Arlfarah Mansion. Gradually, the eye got closer to the main mansion and soon, it popped open amongst one of its hallways, acting as the eye of one of the paintings there that had opened up. "Hmm?" A maid stopped and turned to the side and stared at the painting of a woman holding an earthen pot, wearing revealing clothes to symbolise the fashion sense from a classical era of the Empire. The maid catered to one of the older sons of the mansion, primarily in charge of cleaning the rooms. He frowned and stared at the eye of the woman in the painting, "Did something move?" There was no difference in the painting, causing him to stare at it for a few seconds before proceeding about in his way. As a maid, he was only at the Spirit Stage, possessing inadequately developed senses. Once he left, the eye of the woman in the painting opened once again and observed him. A few seconds later, it vanished. There was no evidence left behind, but someone was moving through the walls, as slowly as possible to ensure everything before and after his arrival remained the exact same. At a snail's pace, Inala moved through the walls, occasionally inching his eye closer to the surface to peer out and note down his position. Eventually, he made his way to the master bedroom and observed the figure of Farloon Brimgan engaged in nightly activities with his wife. He kept watch for a few minutes until the activity ended, following which he retreated into the ceiling and made his way to the kitchen, watching the maid there prepare a cool drink for Farloon Brimgan and his wife. It seemed the husband-and-wife pair made love at this time every day, hence the maids were making routine drinks. Upon noticing that the drink was almost completed, Inala smirked and sent out a string of Prana generated through his Tertiary Nature of Tangible Psychokinesis. The string remained transparent and seeped into the drink, unable to be detected by the maid who wasn't using any Prana detection methods. The string stirred the drink faintly while seeping a tinge of Inala's Prana into it, generated after he activated Mystic Mist Art. 'It's done.' Smiling in response, Inala retracted the string and retreated into the ceiling, peeking out of the ceiling in the study where he observed Farloon Brimgan and his wife had gathered to discuss work as usual. Before them were empty glasses of the drinks that he had altered just now. !

**Chapitre 393 : L’Œil aux aguets** Le domaine d’Arlfarah couvrait 1,8 kilomètre carré, une superficie impressionnante compte tenu des prix exorbitants de la rue Akahah. Transmis de génération en génération, ce manoir ancestral servait également de salle des ventes pour l’élite fortunée. À l’entrée s’étendait un bassin peuplé de Bêtes Praniques marines, domestiquées après des siècles d’élevage protégé. Ces créatures avaient perdu toute trace de leurs instincts sauvages, devenant méconnaissables face à leurs congénères libres. **Bête Pranique de Grade Argent Débutant — Poisson Phine !** Race la plus puissante du bassin, leur nombre restait limité, mais leur rôle crucial. Leur mission ? Maintenir l’équilibre écologique, œuvrant sans relâche pour préserver leur habitat malgré les perturbations extérieures. **Nature Primaire : Élevage par Satiation !** Des algues qu’ils cultivaient aux œufs qu’ils aidaient à éclore, les Poissons Phine déployaient une ingéniosité remarquable pour enrichir l’écosystème. À l’état sauvage, ils se montraient agressifs, dévorant toute espèce menaçant l’équilibre. Ils forçaient même d’autres poissons à se reproduire en excès, puis chassaient les œufs superflus par plaisir sadique. Bénéfiques pour l’écologie, mais cruellement pervers de nature. Dans le bassin d’Arlfarah, leur sadisme s’était atténué au fil des générations. Ils étaient désormais des gardiens bienveillants, domestiqués par des siècles de captivité. Le domaine comptait de nombreux bassins, chacun ne dépassant pas mille mètres carrés — soit un carré d’une trentaine de mètres de côté. Des canaux souterrains reliaient ces plans d’eau, permettant la circulation des Bêtes Praniques. Des ponts en arcure, sculptés dans un granit rouge betterave, enjambaient élégamment les bassins. Chaque étendue d’eau, bordée d’un petit bois, formait un microcosme pittoresque, une bulle de vitalité harmonieuse. Trois bâtiments composaient le domaine. Le manoir principal abritait Farloon Brimgan, un membre de la famille royale. Cultivant au 2ᵉ Stade de Vie, il n’était qu’un aristocrate parmi d’autres, loin du titre de prince. Sa famille comptait huit personnes : son épouse et sept enfants. L’aîné avait vingt-huit ans, la cadette onze. Tous pratiquaient l’Art Kinésique d’Or, mais leurs talents restaient médiocres. Même l’aîné venait tout juste d’atteindre le Stade Corporel. La famille royale, pléthorique, ne distribuait ses ressources qu’au mérite. La lignée royale se divisait en branche principale et branches secondaires. Seuls les plus talentueux d’une génération obtenaient le titre de prince ou princesse, élevant leur famille au rang principal. Les autres étaient relégués à l’écart. Ce processus se répétait à chaque génération. Farloon, insuffisamment doué, avait renoncé à toute ambition et menait une vie paisible. Ses contributions minimes lui valaient une allocation dérisoire en Rutham. Il stagnait au 2ᵉ Stade de Vie, consacrant ses ressources à ses enfants. Bien que compétents, ils ne rivalisaient pas avec les prodiges de la capitale. Il les avait donc intégrés à son affaire : la gestion de la salle des ventes. Près du manoir s’élevait une tour de 220 mètres, l’un des plus grands hôtels des ventes de l’Empire. Derrière, une dépendance abritait gardes et serviteurs, issus de lignées attachées au domaine depuis des générations. Les plus doués devenaient gardes, les autres domestiques. Leurs enfants perpétuaient cette tradition. Plus de deux cents personnes y vivaient, dédiant leur existence à l’entretien des lieux. À vingt mètres de la dépendance, l’écorce d’un arbre s’entrouvrit soudain, révélant un œil scrutant les allées et venues. Quelques minutes plus tard, l’œil disparut sans trace. Par intermittence, il réapparaissait ailleurs, observant invisiblement les environs. Peu à peu, l’observateur se rapprocha du manoir. Un œil s’ouvrit dans un tableau du couloir, fusionnant avec le regard d’une femme peinte en tenue suggestive, vestige d’une mode révolue. « Hein ? » Une servante s’arrêta, fixant le tableau. Attachée à l’un des fils du manoir, elle nettoyait les couloirs. Elle fronça les sourcils. « Quelque chose a bougé… ? » Rien d’anormal. Après une hésitation, elle reprit sa route. Simple servante au Stade Spirituel, ses sens limités ne détectèrent rien. Dès son départ, l’œil du tableau se rouvrit, la suivant du regard avant de s’évanouir. Une présence silencieuse glissait dans les murs, avançant avec une patience d’escargot. Inala progressait ainsi, sortant parfois son œil pour s’orienter. Il atteignit enfin la chambre principale, espionnant Farloon et son épouse dans leurs ébats nocturnes. Il patienta jusqu’à la fin, puis se retira dans le plafond pour gagner la cuisine. Une servante y préparait une boisson fraîche pour le couple, routine manifestement quotidienne. Voyant le verre presque prêt, Inala sourit. Un filament de Prana, issu de sa Nature Tertiaire de Psycho-Kinésie Tangible, s’y infiltra invisiblement. La servante, sans technique de détection, ne remarqua rien. Le filament agita légèrement le liquide, y insufflant une trace du Prana d’Inala, généré via l’Art de la Brume Mystique. *C’est fait.* Satisfait, il retira le filament et regagna le plafond, émergeant dans le bureau où le couple discutait. Devant eux, les verres vidés de la boisson altérée attendaient.