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.

to rest in the tent while

“Is the Young

not tire. Furthermore, I must guard

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

of the Life Saving Pill’s potency.

would remain free from illness during this

for sleep. Omas saw no point in assembling the tent and so, they sat

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,

Omas’s secrets.

with a select few she deeply trusted.

their hearts, they found genuine confidants in each other, bound by shared trust and secrets. As dawn approached, their

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

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

yet to be shared, “Young master, I’d love

and declared, “It’s time to head to the

of Pucha tea, he suggested, “Miss Clark, your expertise in tea cultivation should be employed

approached the soil, she paused, exclaiming, “Look, Young Master! The leaves you plucked last night

Omas observed fresh, dew-covered leaves where he had plucked the previous day. He marveled, “They’ve grown so quickly! I hardly noticed the

after picking, but at this speed? Truly remarkable. The mother plant’s

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

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

his words, “Miss Clark, fear

plant, preserving the roots, and moistened the