Pushing open the gate, the courtyard of the stilt house was laden with vegetables and fruits. On the shelves beside it, withered vines still clung to the structures. These vines, during harvest month, would bear many "droplets," which Jon called grapes. Leon had tasted them and found them quite sweet, but now, the month for eating grapes had passed.,"Well, what if others misunderstand your intentions and you come in without speaking How would you open your mouth" Leon raised an eyebrow.,As soon as Angell heard Leon mention Jon, his brows furrowed slightly, and a hint of worry appeared in his eyes: "You know, the Master's health is deteriorating day by day. Every part of his body is gradually shrinking. Just the day before yesterday, the Master's legs completely lost their mobility. He just had medicine rubbed on him a while ago, and now he's resting upstairs."。