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.

Clark, after all your traveling, wouldn’t it be a good idea to rest in the tent while I keep an

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not tire. Furthermore, I must guard the mother plant

invigorated me, making me feel incredibly refreshed. Fatigue is

a quarter of the Life Saving Pill’s potency. This could sustain an average person for a year or more, significantly improving their overall health. Regardless

during this time. The

felt the need for sleep. Omas saw no point in assembling the tent and so, they sat together by Heaven Lake, conversing about their

Even his wife, Lydia, remained unaware of his identity and strength. Those in his close circle gradually learned more about him, but he never disclosed

alone held all of Omas’s secrets. The same held

immortality with a select few she deeply trusted. Aside from her

genuine confidants in each other, bound by shared trust and secrets. As dawn approached, their conversation continued, painting a vivid

turned to

encounter with Morgana on Hong Kong Island, narrowly escaping her

smile hinted at stories yet to be shared, “Young master, I’d love to share, but

“It’s time to head to

Clark, your expertise in tea

as her hand approached the soil, she paused, exclaiming, “Look, Young Master! The leaves

where he had plucked the previous day.

picking, but at

“Given her regenerative abilities, even if we plucked all her leaves,

advised quietly but firmly, “Sir, let her leaves grow undisturbed for now. Allow her to replenish

his words, “Miss

plant, preserving the