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.

rest in the tent while I keep an eye on the

quizzed Alder, “Is the Young Master

tire. Furthermore, I must guard

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

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 health. Regardless of

she turned five hundred. She would remain free from illness during this time. The mother plant’s leaves

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

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 strength. Those in his

alone held all of Omas’s secrets. The same held

adopted countless orphans, sharing her secret of immortality with a select few she deeply trusted. Aside from

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

morning light illuminating the landscape, Maria turned to Alder, “My

told me about your encounter with Morgana on Hong Kong Island, narrowly escaping her

be shared, “Young master, I’d love to share, but

“It’s time to head

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

soil, she paused, exclaiming, “Look,

he had plucked the previous day. He marveled, “They’ve

not uncommon for leaves to regrow after picking, but at this speed? Truly remarkable. The mother plant’s vitality must be

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

“Sir, let her leaves grow undisturbed for

words, “Miss Clark, fear

the mother plant, preserving the roots, and moistened the