The Charismatic Charlie Wade

Upon hearing Maria’s inquiry, the old nun leaned in, her expression grave. “To be perfectly candid with Miss Clark, fifty miles
ahead lies the destination of Miss Clark and Mr. Wade. However, it’s a place Maria Clark and Morgana Mirren can visit, but
Charlie Wade cannot.”
“Master is aware of Morgana?” Maria’s shock deepened upon hearing Morgana’s name mentioned by the old nun.
Maria struggled to comprehend the old nun’s identity and why she possessed such formidable power. As far as she knew, only
Charlie, herself and Morgana were aware of Morgana’s existence.
The fact that this old nun could utter Morgana’s name suggested she had knowledge of Morgana’s life.
In essence, she might know that Morgana had lived from the Ming Dynasty, over three centuries ago, up to the present day.
Maria looked at the old nun with trepidation, her thoughts racing. “If she knows Morgana’s secret, does that mean she also
knows mine?”
At this point, the old nun abandoned pretense and spoke earnestly. “The humble nun and Miss Clark have opened the skylight.
To be frank, both Morgana and the Warriors Den are adversaries of the humble nun. Morgana is immensely powerful and the
Warriors Den has thrived for three centuries, making them nearly unrivaled.”
Then, the old nun’s tone shifted, becoming profoundly serious. “However, when compared to the individual fifty miles from here,
Morgana is but a three-century-old puppet.”
The old nun’s words sent shivers down Maria’s spine. In over three centuries, she had never felt as anxious as she did now. It
seemed as though everything she had kept hidden for centuries had been laid bare.
Suppressing her anxiety, Maria inquired calmly, “Is it Morvel Bazin the Master speaks of? Could he truly be alive?”
The old nun sighed ambiguously and responded, “Morgana’s hasty comings and goings would be clear to someone as astute as
Miss Clark.”
Maria grew even more anxious. In desperation, she pressed, “Miss, may I ask how all of this concerns Mr. Jagoan? Why can
Morgana and I proceed while Mr. Jagoan cannot?”
The old nun brought her hands together in prayer and said, “Amitabha, Miss Clark, it’s not that the humble nun wishes to
withhold information. It’s a matter of fate. Some matters can only be lightly touched upon. Excessive interference can bring

uncontrollable consequences. The humble nun’s intention was to caution Mr. Jagoan about the perils ahead. If Mr. Jagoan
proceeds recklessly, reaching there will render everything irreversible.”
Maria pursed her lips and sought the old nun’s opinion. “What is your view, Miss? Should I attempt to dissuade Mr. Jagoan?
Given his disposition, without a clear explanation, will he agree?”
The old nun spoke gravely, “This is why the humble nun asked her disciple to invite Miss Clark rather than inviting Mr. Jagoan
directly. I believe Mr. Jagoan holds a unique place in Miss Clark’s heart. Miss Clark persuading him is far more likely to succeed
than any attempt by the humble nun.”
Maria admitted somewhat sheepishly, “Master Jagoan is deeply invested in this affair. He eagerly anticipates the journey and
hopes to find answers to long-standing questions. Advising him to turn back without proper clarification would likely meet
resistance.”
The old nun nodded, her gaze steady. “Progressing further will expose Mr. Jagoan and many innocent lives to unforeseen
dangers. If Mr. Jagoan can momentarily set aside his grievances, he can buy valuable time and increase his chances of
success.”
The old nun locked eyes with Maria, speaking earnestly. “Miss Clark, the humble nun has been forthright with you and the matter
at hand carries great significance. It now rests on your shoulders to persuade Mr. Jagoan to change course.”
Maria glanced at her with a few words, her tone pleading. “Dear lady, please clarify further. Mr. Jagoan saved my life and if he is
indeed fated for calamity, I will spare no effort to save him, even if it means sacrificing my own. Please provide more insight and I
will find a way to resolve...”
With that, Maria began to kneel.
Observing her actions, the old nun rushed forward, intercepting Maria before she fully knelt and said, “Miss Clark, you have
witnessed the ebb and flow of centuries. The humble nun dare not stand in ceremony with someone of your stature. Please, do
not make this grand gesture.”
Supporting Maria, she continued, “Miss Clark, you comprehend the intricacies of fate. Even the slightest variations, barely
discernible, can yield vastly different outcomes. Excessive information could lead to unintended consequences. If you truly wish
to aid Mr. Jagoan, minimize the variables. The humble nun can confirm that danger lies ahead for Mr. Jagoan and Miss Clark, by
ensuring he turns back, and holds the key to the best possible outcome for all.”

Maria looked at her, absorbing her words. She realized the old nun had witnessed centuries of transformation and sensed her
prior blunder.
The old nun was correct, there were often unforeseeable nuances within the web of fate. Knowing too much wasn’t always
advantageous. She no longer pressed for more details but weighed the old nun’s words in her heart. She began to rule out
potential adversaries, first herself and Jagoan, then the idea of the old nun competing for relics left by Morvel.
However, a strong sense of sincerity emanated from the old nun. She wasn’t an enemy and their interests didn’t clash.
Therefore, the likelihood of her being genuine was high.
Maria inquired one last time, “Dear lady, I have one final question. Why did the Master assist Mr. Jagoan?”
The old nun’s tone turned solemn. “Over twenty years ago, someone opened Pandora’s box. At that time, the box was only
halfway ajar. Left unchecked, it would inevitably open fully within a few years, leading to unforeseen disasters. But now, can the
box be sealed entirely, or must it be fully opened? Mr. Jagoan is the one who has directly unlocked it!”