The Charismatic Charlie Wade

The nun’s words landed like a bolt from the blue for both Jagoan and Maria. Neither of them had anticipated becoming the focal point of attention right in front of a remote nunnery in the Shiwan Mountains, all while avoiding Morgana’s detection.

Without allowing Maria a chance to respond, Jagoan fixed the nun with a vigilant gaze and inquired, “Who are you? Are you impersonating a nun, washing clothes here just to lay a trap for us?”

The nun pressed her hands together and offered a slight bow to Jagoan. She replied, “Kind sir, I am no imposter. I am a bhikshuni of Greenwood Nunnery. I have dedicated myself to the path of enlightenment here. Our abbot knew that you both would pass by today and requested that I wait for your arrival.”

She then turned her gaze to Maria and continued with a sense of gravity, “Dear madam, our abbott believes you have a profound connection with Buddhism and wishes to extend an invitation for you to visit the nunnery briefly. It won’t take much of your time.”

Maria considered the proposition for a moment and nodded gently.

Jagoan interjected, “Very well, then I’ll accompany her.”

The nun gestured to the mountain road behind him and explained, “Sir, from this point onward, the entire mountain path falls within the Greenwood Temple’s jurisdiction. It is a place where novice monks and bhikkhunis cultivate their spiritual practice. Men are not permitted entry. I hope you understand.”

Jagoan’s tone turned stern, “This is absurd. Without me, how can I ensure my friend’s safety?”

The nun replied respectfully, “A monk practices compassion and would never harm another being. Please rest assured, kind sir.”

Jagoan was about to protest when Maria gently pulled his arm and whispered, “Honey, wait for me here for a while. I’ll be back shortly.”

Jagoan cautioned her, “Don’t act impulsively, be cautious of deception!”

murmured, “It’s alright. With you here, no one would dare harm me. So, just

of safety. She knew that Morgana and the Warriors Den were the only threats pursuing her in this world. When she arrived in the southern province with Jagoan, Morgana had

the individual didn’t belong to Morgana, the

at the base of the mountain. If the individual was aware of their association, they would think twice about

person knew about her, they must possess significant knowledge about her circumstances. Even more intriguing was their ability to calculate her and Jagoan’s whereabouts. It was nothing short of remarkable, given that they had decided on

explanation was that the stranger had orchestrated everything and was merely

these thoughts in mind, Maria eagerly longed to uncover the person’s

resolve, Jagoan surmised that she intended to proceed. If he forcibly accompanied her, it might deter the abbot from appearing, and he would be denied

from my sight.

quickly and assured, “Alright, just twenty

clasped her hands in respect towards Jagoan and said, “Kind sir, please

then turned to Maria and with equal respect, spoke, “Dear madam,

a reassuring smile at Jagoan and whispered in his ear, “I’ll be fine.

in agreement and watched as the two of them ventured

from view, with the young nun leading the way and respectfully opening the nunnery’s door for Maria, Jagoan’s unease

and Maria’s movements

Maria had entered Greenwood

a handful of bhikkhunis in residence,

didn’t boast a thriving incense trade. Upon entering, Maria found no