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 while I keep an eye on the mother

Alder, “Is

must guard the

that leaf invigorated me, making me feel incredibly refreshed. Fatigue is

Considering the aura emanating from the mother plant’s leaf, it was nearly equivalent to a quarter of the Life Saving

from illness during this time. The mother plant’s leaves might

vitality, neither felt the need for sleep. Omas saw no point in assembling the

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

Omas’s secrets. The same held true

of immortality 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 conversation continued, painting a vivid picture of their experiences. The

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,

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

and declared, “It’s time

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

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

previous day. He marveled, “They’ve grown so quickly!

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

we plucked all her leaves, they’d likely return in no

let her leaves grow undisturbed for

“Miss Clark, fear not. I

the mother plant, preserving the roots, and moistened the soil with mineral