The Charismatic Charlie Wade

Omas found no reason to turn down Maria’s plea. The Shiwan Mountains posed formidable challenges for a woman like Maria, but with Omas by her side, those difficulties seemed insignificant.

With this in mind, Omas agreed, saying, “In that case, we’ll embark on this journey together.”

Maria beamed, excitement evident in her voice, “Thank you, Young Master! I promise not to be a burden.”

Omas chuckled softly, settling onto the ground beside the mother plant of Pu’er tea. “Let’s wait here for a while. Once dawn breaks, we’ll unearth this young plant and head to the airport.”

Seated by the lakeside, gazing at the serene surface of Heaven Lake sparkling under the moonlight, Omas turned to Maria and posed a quiet query, “Master, do you think that heavy rain we just experienced was real or merely an illusion?”

Omas pondered, “Was it an illusion? What do you think?”

Maria mulled over the question briefly before responding, “I sense it’s somewhere between reality and illusion.”

Omas’s brow furrowed in thought, “Aren’t those two options mutually exclusive?”

Maria shook her head gently, her eyes distant, “I feel as though it’s both true and false, real and unreal, false and real.”

Omas’s lips curved into a smile, “Tomorrow morning, you could ask the villagers nearby if they heard thunder and rain last night. The commotion was so intense; it’s unlikely they’d be oblivious to it.”

Maria nodded in quiet contemplation, her voice barely a whisper, “It seems like it won’t be that straightforward…”

Then, she turned her gaze to Omas and teased, “It appears the servant girl’s mind tends to complicate things.”

Omas responded with an unconcerned nod, glancing at the camping gear he had brought.

wouldn’t it be a good idea to rest

Alder, “Is

sleep and still not tire. Furthermore, I must guard the mother plant of Pu’er tea. If someone

held a shy note, “I don’t feel fatigue either. Consuming that leaf invigorated me, making me feel incredibly refreshed. Fatigue is the last thing

a quarter of the

a limit until she turned five hundred. She would remain free from illness during this time. The mother plant’s leaves

in assembling the

parents’ passing, he had kept people at arm’s length. Even his wife, Lydia, remained unaware of

of Omas’s secrets. The same held

three centuries, she’d adopted countless orphans, sharing her secret of immortality with a select few she deeply trusted. Aside from her wards, no outsider knew her

shared trust and secrets. As dawn approached, their

morning light illuminating the landscape, Maria turned to Alder, “My Anne, shall

reflecting, “You haven’t told me about your encounter with Morgana on Hong Kong Island, narrowly escaping

“Young master, I’d love to share, but it can wait until we

“It’s

of Pucha tea, he suggested, “Miss Clark, your

approached the soil, she paused, exclaiming, “Look, Young

where he had plucked the previous day. He marveled, “They’ve grown so quickly! I

shared his amazement, “It’s not uncommon for leaves to regrow after picking, but at this speed? Truly remarkable. The mother plant’s vitality

chuckled, “Given her regenerative abilities, even if we plucked all her leaves, they’d likely

quietly but firmly, “Sir, let her leaves grow undisturbed

words, “Miss Clark, fear not.

plant, preserving the roots, and moistened the soil with mineral