The Amazing Son in Law 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.

He 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 could swap shifts.”

Maria quizzed Alder, “Is the Young Master tired?”

Omas replied 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 were to uproot it, I’d regret it.”

Maria’s response held a shy note, “I don’t feel fatigue either. Consuming that leaf invigorated me, making me feel

incredibly refreshed. Fatigue is the last thing on my mind.”

Omas nodded, aware of the potent energy they’d tapped into. Considering the aura emanating from the mother

plant’s leaf, it 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, improvements

were feasible.

Maria’s Eternal Green Pill had already prolonged her lifespan, setting 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, no weariness.

Given 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, conversing about their respective pasts under the stars.

Omas relished 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 close

circle gradually learned more about him, but he never disclosed the story of his “Apocalyptic Book” adventure.

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

Over three centuries, she’d adopted countless orphans, sharing her secret of immortality with a select few she

deeply trusted. Aside from her wards, no outsider knew her secret, except Omas Bjorne.

In 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 sky gradually

brightened as they spoke.

With morning light illuminating the landscape, Maria turned to Alder, “My Anne, shall we be on our way?”

Omas nodded, reflecting, “You haven’t told me about your encounter with Morgana on Hong Kong Island, narrowly

escaping her ambush. What happened?”

Maria’s smile hinted at stories yet to be shared, “Young master, I’d love to share, but it can wait until we return.”

“Agreed.” Omas stretched and declared, “It’s time to head to the airport.”

Pointing at the mother plant of Pucha tea, he suggested, “Miss Clark, your expertise in tea cultivation should be

employed to unearth the mother plant.”

Maria was ready to dig, but as her hand approached the soil, she paused, exclaiming, “Look, Young Master! The

leaves you plucked last night have grown!”

Indeed, Omas observed fresh, dew-covered leaves where he had plucked the previous day. He marveled, “They’ve

grown so quickly! I hardly noticed the growth!”

Maria shared his amazement, “It’s not uncommon for leaves to regrow after picking, but at this speed? Truly

remarkable. The mother plant’s vitality must be exceptional.”

Omas chuckled, “Given her regenerative abilities, even if we plucked all her leaves, they’d likely return in no time.”

Maria advised quietly but firmly, “Sir, let her leaves grow undisturbed for now. Allow her to replenish her energy.”

Omas grinned, reassurance in his words, “Miss Clark, fear not. I won’t touch her!”

Maria carefully unearthed the mother plant, preserving the roots, and moistened the soil with mineral water.

She turned to Alder, “Young master, we ought to set off.”

“Agreed!” Omas acknowledged, starting the car.

Just then, a man around sixty emerged from the village, eyeing their parked vehicle.

Observing the old man’s curiosity, Omas lowered his window and engaged him, “Sir, we’re from the Meteorological

Department. Did you hear thunder and rain last night?”

“Thunder and rain?” The old man replied gruffly, “Does your Meteorological Department not know if it rained?

You’ve come to ask me?”

Omas grinned, unfazed, “That’s right. Yesterday, we conducted cloud seeding. We heard thunder during that time.

We rushed here this morning to inquire if you noticed any rain.”

The old man waved dismissively, “No.”

Omas prodded further, “You mean you didn’t hear anything?”

The old man retorted in annoyance, “I wake up several times every night. If the neighbor next door sneezes, I’m

awake. You think I wouldn’t have heard thunder?”

He added, “I’m hoping for rain. It’s been over a month without any. Tianchi’s water level has dropped considerably.”

Omas nodded understandingly, “We’ll report back to our superiors and see if we can arrange another round of

cloud seeding.”

Without acknowledging, the old man shuffled away.

Omas rolled up the window and commented to Maria, “Seems the illusion was just that, an illusion. Perhaps it only

affected us…”

Maria concurred, “Most likely.”

Yet her furrowed brow suggested lingering concerns.

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