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.

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

quizzed Alder, “Is

not tire. Furthermore, I must guard the mother plant of Pu’er tea. If someone were to uproot it, I’d regret

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

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 health. Regardless of the ailment,

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, but they provided boundless vitality. There was no fatigue,

their shared vitality, neither felt the need for sleep. Omas saw no point in assembling the tent and so, they sat together by Heaven Lake,

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

all of Omas’s secrets. The same held true for

sharing her secret of immortality with a select few

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 Anne, shall we be on our

haven’t told me about your encounter with Morgana on Hong Kong Island, narrowly escaping her

master, I’d love to share, but it can wait

declared, “It’s time to head

mother plant of Pucha tea, he suggested, “Miss Clark, your expertise in tea cultivation

was ready to dig, but as her hand approached the soil, she

fresh, dew-covered leaves where he had plucked the previous day. He

regrow after picking, but at this speed? Truly remarkable.

if we plucked all her leaves, they’d

advised quietly but firmly, “Sir, let her leaves grow undisturbed

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

preserving the roots, and moistened the soil