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

replied casually, “I could go a month without sleep and still not tire. Furthermore, I must guard the mother plant of

leaf invigorated me, making me

leaf, it was nearly equivalent to a quarter of the Life Saving Pill’s potency. This could sustain an average person for a year or more, significantly improving

turned five hundred. She would remain free from illness during

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

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

secrets.

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

and secrets. As dawn approached, their conversation continued, painting a vivid picture of their experiences.

to

haven’t told me about your encounter with Morgana

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

and declared, “It’s

tea, he suggested, “Miss Clark, your

soil, she paused, exclaiming, “Look, Young

had plucked the previous day. He marveled,

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

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

let her leaves grow undisturbed for now.

in his words, “Miss Clark, fear not. I won’t

mother plant, preserving the roots, and