"My dad hired the team?" Addison's eyelids twitched slightly. "Yeah, your dad went through a lot to find them. It made your grandpa incredibly happy," Leon replied. "But because of that, your grandpa started looking down on me even more. Sigh. I can't seem to get anything right." As he spoke, a shadow fell over his expression. Realizing her mistake, Addison instantly regretted mentioning the topic—she had unknowingly touched a sore spot for Leon. Feeling a twinge of guilt, she hurriedly changed the subject. "Grandpa should be inside now, right? How about we give him a surprise?" Her words did the trick, and Leon's attention shifted. He nodded, saying, "It's pretty late now, so he's probably not out gathering herbs. He should definitely be inside." "Great! Let's go then!" Addison's eyes sparkled with excitement as she grabbed Leon's hand and started walking downhill eagerly. "Hey, slow down! Be careful not to trip—" Leon called after her. Still, seeing her lively figure, he could only shake his head helplessly and follow along quietly. In no time, they reached the bottom of the hill. Addison stepped forward cautiously and knocked on the door. A rustling sound came from inside before the door opened, revealing an elderly man with white hair dressed in white clothes stained with green herbal juice. "Grandpa!" Addison cried joyfully, throwing her arms around him. "Who ... who is it?" Matthew, startled by the sudden embrace, instinctively tried to push her away. "It's me! Addy!" she replied, beaming like a little sun. "Addy?" Matthew finally got a good look at her face. "Oh, it really is Addy!" Overjoyed, Matthew's voice trembled with excitement. "How come you are here? Come in, come in quickly!"Once he pulled her inside, Matthew shut the door behind them. "Hey, Grandpa, wait! There are still people behind us!" Addison quickly reminded him. "People behind?" Matthew turned around, looking confused. He hadn't noticed anyone else—his eyes had been solely focused on his precious granddaughter. It wasn't until he squinted into the distance that he saw two figures descending the slope. The man in the rear, strong and sturdy, carried multiple large bags yet walked briskly, even faster than the empty-handed man in front of him. In contrast, the man leading the way looked rather frail by comparison. "Leon and Morris came too?" Matthew squinted again to confirm. "Yes, Uncle Leon brought me here. Otherwise, I'd never have found the place." "Alright, come in then. Leave the door open for them; they'll make their way in soon enough," Matthew said, pulling her further inside, clearly eager to show her something. Sensing his excitement, Addison followed him curiously.They passed through a long corridor lined with elegant sconces that swayed gently in the wind, making a soft rustling sound. The creaking of their footsteps mingled with the wind as the two walked deeper into the house. "Grandpa, where are we going?" Addison asked, her tone puzzled. The further they went, the darker it became. The dim surroundings sent a faint chill down her spine. "You'll see soon enough," Matthew replied cheerfully, stroking his beard as he led the way. After a few more steps, he suddenly stopped. "Alright, here we are." Addison looked up and saw a massive pile of herbs stacked together, forming a towering wall. Upon closer inspection, she realized that the herbs in the pile were all incredibly rare and valuable. Some of these were the kind of medicinal plants that were nearly impossible to find on the market. Yet, here they were, carelessly heaped together. Her eyes widened in astonishment, and her heart skipped a beat. "This is unbelievable.""These are herbs I've gathered over the years from the valley. What do you think? I still have some skills, right?" Matthew stroked his beard with a proud expression. Addison could only nod, too stunned by the sight to say a word. Because of Herbs Valley's fearsome reputation, no one dared to risk their lives by venturing inside to gather herbs. However, many rare medicinal plants grew exclusively in the valley, making their supply scarce and driving their market value sky-high. Any single herb pulled from this pile would fetch a fortune, with countless buyers scrambling for it. To say that selling this collection could buy half of Kreshill was hardly an exaggeration.