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.

good idea to rest in the tent

Alder, “Is

tire. Furthermore, I must guard the mother plant of Pu’er tea. If someone were to uproot it,

either. Consuming that leaf invigorated me, making me feel incredibly refreshed.

nodded, aware of the potent energy they’d tapped into. Considering the aura emanating from the mother plant’s leaf, it was nearly equivalent to a quarter of the Life Saving

her lifespan, setting a limit until she turned five hundred. She would remain free from illness during this time. The mother plant’s leaves might not grant her added longevity,

no point in assembling 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

held all of Omas’s secrets. The

a select few she deeply trusted.

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

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

encounter with

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

and declared, “It’s time to head to

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

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

plucked the previous day. He marveled, “They’ve grown so quickly! I hardly noticed

leaves to regrow after picking, but

if we plucked all her leaves, they’d

let her leaves grow undisturbed for now. Allow her

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

the roots, and