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.

after all your traveling, wouldn’t it be a good idea to rest in the tent

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go a month without sleep and still not tire. Furthermore, I must guard the mother plant of Pu’er tea. If someone were

feel fatigue either. Consuming that leaf invigorated me, making me feel incredibly refreshed. Fatigue is the last thing

mother plant’s 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 their overall

illness during this time. The mother plant’s leaves might not grant her

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

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

Omas’s secrets. The same held true

secret of immortality with a select few she deeply trusted. Aside from her wards, no outsider

each other, bound by shared trust and secrets. As dawn approached, their conversation continued, painting a vivid picture of their experiences. The sky

turned to Alder, “My Anne, shall we

your encounter with Morgana on

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

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

Clark, your expertise in tea cultivation should be employed

to dig, but as her hand approached the soil, she paused, exclaiming,

previous day. He marveled, “They’ve

“It’s not uncommon for leaves to regrow after picking,

her regenerative abilities, even if we plucked all

leaves grow undisturbed

his words, “Miss Clark, fear

preserving the roots, and moistened