Chapter 0080

“Are you sure he’s the one I’m looking for?” Tempest asked for the umpth 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 indication the gorgeous red hair man that was 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 red head flirting were 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.

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

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

The candy is bright red, covered with a fine layer of what seems to be powdered sugar and honey. The cherries are big and plump, the honey glistening with sweetness and the 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 promise 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 realize her assumption of this world is horrible wrong. The people of the Cardinal Realm or maybe just the people of the Magus Alliance are 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 challenge 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 sings stories of feats and bravery while scholar laud his accomplishments. Everywhere Tempest went in the Magus Alliance, the name Cardis Gourd was the gold standards of everyone, mortals or cultivators.

She’d expect 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 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 red head flirted with a man dressed in a long silken robes 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 chase the bastard when he flirted with their daughters and irate husbands chase 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 candidate 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 sucks.” Tempest had no choice. She straighten her spine and approach one the most handsome man 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, betrayal, love, hatred and misunderstanding, the young man became the Cardis Gourd of today.

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

The little inept spying done by a cute black hair 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 which he wanted to burst out laughing from the surprise look on her face or the look of absolute loathing the shows. Her puzzle 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 but a handsome stranger who takes her in and then she dedicates the rest of her life to repaying the debt of gratitude.

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

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