Chapter 0080
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Chapter 0080

 

 

 

“Are you sure he’s the one I’m looking for?” Tempest asked for the umpteenth time.

 

Yes.

 

“Are you really really sure?” Tempest asked again.

 

Yes.

 

“I don’t get it. How can this… this… this manwhore be the legendary Son of Volcano you are talking about.” Tempest indicated the gorgeous red hair man flirting with the candy vendor right in the middle of the city in broad daylight.

 

Tempest might understand if the vendor was a beautiful young woman or a woman with a mature charm, or heck, for that matter an innocent young teen. The target of the redhead flirting was none of those right now. The candy vendor is an old lady bearing the mark of time with fines lines around the eyes and mouth, sagging skin and breast though Tempest can’t say due to her attire. Her hands also attest to her age as well.

 

Women back on Earth pay attention to their faces. They buy creams and undergo procedures to make them look younger, but most rarely pay attention to the state of their hands. Tempest learns to judge a woman’s age by the state of their hands rather than their faces.

 

Old lady candy vendor has gnarled hands due to arthritis and the intricate work creating those bright red candies made out of what resembles cherries back on Earth.

 

The candy was bright red, covered with a fine layer of what seems to be powdered sugar and honey. The cherries were big and plump, the honey glistening with sweetness and sugars shining brighter than diamonds in the sun.

 

Tempest stared longingly at the candy in the old lady’s hand, forgetting her target together as she drooled over the no doubt yummy deliciousness being sold.

 

You can stop staring. He already left.

 

“Yeah, yeah. He didn’t go far.” Tempest was correct in her assessment. Her target didn’t go far. He went three stalls down to present the six-year-old girl with the candy he promised to buy her. While he was at it, he didn’t forget to flirt with the kid and extracted a promise from her to never forget him. When the little girl’s mother came by to check on her daughter, the shameless man flirted with her too.

 

Tempest realizes her assumptions of this world were horribly wrong. The people of the Cardinal Realm or maybe just the people of the Magus Alliance were crazy as hell.

 

The man she has been stalking for the last three days is supposed to be the legendary mage, Cardis Gourd, Son of Volcanoes, possessing the affinities for wind, fire, and earth.

 

He overcame his tribulation to become an immortal, or as some calls it a celestial, thousands of years ago. He later challenged the power of the sects in the Heavenly Mountains and drove them out of the Magus Alliance, shaping the Magus Alliances to what it has become today. Later, he led all of the cultivators in the Cardinal Realm to fight against the Devils in the thousand year war and consistently won.

 

Bards sung stories of his feats and bravery while scholar lauds his accomplishments. Everywhere Tempest went in the Magus Alliance, the name Cardis Gourd was the gold standard of everyone, mortals or cultivators alike.

 

She expected this legendary cultivator to be a somewhat elderly scholar with a powerful aura he tamped down to prevent harm from befalling the weak. He should be elegant, gentle, kind, strong and righteous or something of the heroic mean.

 

Instead, she got a manwhore who would flirt with anyone in a skirt, from a three-year-old child to an eighty-year-old grandma, from a weak mortal to a powerful cultivator, from a woman to a man. Yes, the redhead flirted with a man dressed in a long silken robe favored by the cultivator of the Heavenly Mountains. His argument was the robe resembled a skirt therefore, the cultivator had to be female. The obviously male cultivator chased Cardis down several streets but stopped after exchanging several blows.

 

It wasn’t the first time Tempest saw him being chased. Irate fathers chased the bastard when he flirted with their daughters and irate husbands chased him when he flirted with their wives.

 

Regardless of how he behaves, he is a powerful man.

 

“He has to be or he’d be dead from all the male aggro he’s pulling.”

 

There are other candidates suitable to be your teacher if you can’t tolerate Cardis’ personality.

 

“No time. I only have four months to find a suitable backer and earn the money to redeem my sisters. I already wasted three days coming to this city and another three days stalking the guy. I don’t want to waste any more time. Even though he flirts with everything that moves, I’ll have to admit, he hasn’t done anything to them.” Tempest was reluctant to admit it. The guy might be the most outrageous flirt she’d ever seen, but he doesn’t do anything aside from flirting.

 

You have a total of 121 days to redeem them before the karma between you and them ends.

 

“Are you sure it was four months and not one month. I only remember spending one month with them.”

 

You were secretly sedated for the majority of the time you were there. They also sedate you guys to move you to another located when the first one was compromised. You spent 121 days together, so you have 121 days to alter the karma between you and them.

 

“Karma and fate suck.” Tempest had no choice. She straightened her spine and approached one of the most handsome men she’d ever seen in both her lifetime.

 

 

 

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Cardis Gourd.

 

Cardis Gourd was the name he’d taken after he fully became a mage.

 

Before being Cardis Gourd, he was merely a pawn used by the immortals at the time to control the fate of a woman who was prophesied to destroy the world.

 

After much backstabbing, betrayals, love, hatred, and misunderstandings, the young man became the Cardis Gourd of today.

 

He doesn’t have many enemies now, but back then almost everyone, including the woman he thought was his mother, tried to kill him. He lived. He lived and got his revenge.

 

The inept spying done by a cute black haired girl was simply laughable compared to the method they used back then when he was still on the run.

 

It was interesting to watch the little girl’s expression from the corner of his eyes every time he flirted. There were many times that he wanted to burst out laughing from the surprised look on her face or the look of absolute loathing she shows. Her puzzled expression was also adorable. He decided to spend a few days teasing his little stalker before confronting her. He hasn’t had so much fun in years.

 

Ah, here she comes. Is she going for the lost little girl approach? He wants to see her act like a pathetic little brat, lost and alone in the world with no one to rely on but a handsome stranger who takes her in and then she dedicates the rest of her life to repay the debt of gratitude.

 

“Hello, Mr. Cardis Gourd. I would like a moment of your time.”

 

So she went with a confident approach. Well, it would be impolite of him not to oblige.

 

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