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.

inquired, “Miss Clark, after all your traveling, wouldn’t it be a good idea to rest in the tent while I keep an eye on the mother plant? We

quizzed Alder, “Is the Young

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

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

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

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

point in assembling the tent

remained unaware of his identity

all of Omas’s secrets. The same

few she deeply trusted. Aside from

other, bound by shared trust and secrets. As dawn approached, their conversation continued, painting a vivid picture

illuminating the landscape, Maria turned to Alder, “My Anne,

about your encounter with Morgana on Hong Kong Island, narrowly escaping her ambush. What

master, I’d love

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

your expertise in tea cultivation should be employed to unearth the

approached the soil, she paused, exclaiming, “Look, Young Master! The leaves

the previous day. He marveled, “They’ve grown

not uncommon for leaves to regrow after picking, but at this

regenerative abilities, even if we plucked all her leaves,

“Sir, let her leaves grow undisturbed for now. Allow her to

words, “Miss Clark, fear not. I won’t

mother plant, preserving the roots, and moistened the