8 Ch. 7 Running Around To Reach Sir Clove
The next participant in the emergence ritual was Sharleen. Because Paskha had past memories, he knew Sharleen had innate mana level eight, but her soul type was passive.
"Your level is above average, but unfortunately… your soul type is passive."
Sharleen looked glum to hear the older man's announcement.
"Don't worry. If you train diligently and relentlessly, I can guarantee you will become one of the best healers in this world."
Sharleen's face lit up instantly, and she said 'thank you' in a cheerful tone before running outside to find her friend.
"Paskha, Paskha!"
"How is the result?" Paskha already knew the answer, but he still asked nonetheless.
"I have innate mana level eight. Isn't that incredible? But… I only have a passive soul type."
'That's because the mermaid blood within your body is hiding your true soul skills.'
Paskha knew that Sharleen's soul type was not as simple as other soul masters. In the future, Sharleen could control the water element and rule the oceans and creatures in them. Besides, no one could surpass her healing abilities thanks to her mermaid blood.
Even without participating in immortal cultivation training, Sharleen's lifespan would automatically be many times longer than others. Sharleen would still age, but her aging was five times slower than humans.
Paskha didn't tell Sharleen the truth as he didn't know whether little Sharleen already knew the mermaid blood in her body or not. And above all, the fact that West Chester has Mermaid as their patron god was still a secret.
And that 'evil man' leaked this secret to King Yosha and incited the king to seize the Mermaid and control the entire western kingdom.
"Paskha!"
Paskha was awakened from his world of thoughts for the umpteenth time when he heard a voice calling him.
"Hmph! You've been daydreaming lately. Am I that boring?"
Paskha smiled a little to face the sweet taunt from his friend. "Of course not. How could you be boring?" without realizing it, one hand raised to stroke the back of the girl's head.
This was his habit ever since he was going out with Sharleen every time her lover sulked. Little Sharleen didn't expect it and held her breath as this was the first time her love interest stroked the back of her head.
A few weeks ago, Paskha suddenly hugged her in class, and since then, Paskha's attitude has been very different from usual.
Even though sometimes the boy still acts mischievous and playful, when Sharleen looked straight into Paskha's eyes, she couldn't help but feel like she was drowning in the firmness in the boy's eyes.
That explained why Sharleen often nervously hid her face or avoided direct eye contact. And at this time, Sharleen became wordless and lowered her face shyly.
Noticing the sudden change in the girl before his eyes, Paskha gasped when he saw his hand behind Sharleen's hair. No wonder why he felt something soft and smooth on his hands... turned out that his hands had moved on their own to stroke the head of his little lover.
Now that Paskha had memories of the past, he could recognize Sharleen did have a goddess-like beauty even from a young age.
Her eyes were round like dolls, her eyelashes were long and moved like a soft wind blowing, and her waist-length black hair flowed like a waterfall.
'You are so captivating.'
Paskha didn't realize he had said it out loud, but when he saw a blush fill Sharleen's face, he immediately covered his mouth with his hand.
"Ah, I mean…." Ugh! Paskha didn't know how to get out of this awkward situation. He could keep flirting around if they were adults, but now...
In the end, he decided to run away. "I have to find Sir Clove. See you tomorrow at school."
"Eh? Wait…" Sharleen could only look at Paskha's back sadly. "Why is he running so fast?" A mischievous whistling from next to her made Sharleen turn her head in annoyance.
"Someone has fallen in love, here. Be patient, Sharleen. Boys are too late to bloom. He will be yours in a few years," chirped a friend who also came from the western empire.
"Hush, Leona. I don't want to hear it from you?"
"Why angry? Aren't you two going to be together from now on? You can follow him into the same academy."
"No. We can't be together."
"Why?"
That was because Paskha chose to follow the path of immortal cultivation. Automatically, Paskha would not enter any academy in this mainland kingdom.
Sharleen could only accept this harsh reality and decided to support whatever Paskha wanted to do.
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Paskha ran here and there until he felt his stamina was reaching its limit, only to find Sir Clove. First, he looked at the man's house, but the housekeeper said Sir Clove was in the Barracks library. Wasting no time, Paskha ran to the library, which took almost half an hour from Sir Clove's residence. But when he arrived at the library, the librarian informed him that Sir Clove had returned to his house.
Ultimately, Paskha returned to Sir Clove's residence without being discouraged. He needed to meet Sir Clove as soon as possible to register as a candidate for an immortal cultivator's disciple.
Unfortunately, the people at home said that Sir Clove had not come back and only now told him that Sir Clove was going to the market after coming from the library.
If Paskha could send signals to specific targets, he could get Sir Clove directly. He remembered how to send a signal, but… his eight meridian points hadn't opened yet, and his brain's capacity to pick up on the return signal wasn't strong enough.
"Can I wait here until Sir Clove returns?" Paskha decided to wait for his teacher in this house instead of wasting his soul force in vain.
"Sorry, boy. But this residence does not hurriedly let foreigners in."
Of course, he knew that. Sir Clove worked as an ordinary teacher at a children's academy, but that man's existence was enough to shake this kingdom. Not just anyone could enter this residence; not even a king or other royal family members dared to offend that older man.
Sir Clove was not subject to anyone, and although he did not follow immortal training, it was no secret that Sir Clove's strength equaled that of an immortal.
Faced with the seven-year-old Paskha, how could the people guarding Sir Clove's residence allow the boy to enter?
