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 in the tent while I keep

quizzed Alder, “Is the Young Master

“I could go a month without sleep and still not tire. Furthermore, I must guard the

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

the mother plant’s leaf, it was nearly equivalent to a quarter of the

her lifespan, setting a limit until she turned five hundred. She would remain free from illness during this time.

no point in assembling the tent and so, they sat together by Heaven Lake, conversing about their respective pasts under the

relished these exchanges with Maria. Ever since his parents’ passing, he had kept people at arm’s length. 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 the story of

of Omas’s secrets.

a select few she deeply trusted. Aside from her wards, no outsider knew her secret, except Omas

shared trust and secrets. As dawn approached, their conversation continued,

the landscape, Maria turned to Alder, “My Anne, shall

with Morgana on Hong Kong Island, narrowly escaping her

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

declared, “It’s time

tea, he suggested, “Miss Clark, your expertise in tea

soil, she paused, exclaiming, “Look, Young

previous day.

after picking, but at

abilities, even if we plucked all her leaves, they’d likely return in

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

his words, “Miss Clark, fear not. I

preserving the roots, and moistened