The two proceeded towards the airstrip.

Even though Sean's farmhouse was isolated, it sprawled across a vast area. It boasted not only a laboratory but also a private airstrip.

Upon boarding the plane, they promptly set off for their destination.

Hayden Barnes resided in a specific city in the country of Alvonia, situated deep within a mountainous forest.

Standing before the wooden two-story cabin, Freya felt like she was stepping into a primitive society.

Enclosed by fences, the yard housed two peach trees and a birdcage dangling from the eaves, occupied by a parrot.

As they approached, the parrot greeted them warmly.

"Hello, Hayden..."

Freya: "..."

Turning to Sean, she inquired, "Sean, how long has Great Uncle been here?"

"Around seven years."

"No way, isn't he afraid of living alone here? This deep mountain forest must be teeming with wild animals, right?"

"There are many, but my grandpa is tough. The trick is, he's dug traps all around, so the wild animals dare not come close."

After Sean finished, she gestured towards where Freya stood. "If you take a step forward, that's a trap. Falling in won't kill you, but you'll be injured."

Freya glanced down and quickly retreated two steps in fear.

"So, whenever you come here, don't wander around. My grandpa used to fight on the battlefield and excels at digging these kinds of traps."

Sean touched his nose, lifted his foot, and stepped over the trap.

Following his lead, Freya also entered.

The two stepped into the house one after the other.

Suddenly, a slender figure darted out from inside, and something shiny flashed by.

Freya narrowed her eyes and slightly dodged to the side.

With a clank, a dart embedded itself into the wooden stake opposite.

"Not bad, you actually dodge my dart!"

An old man with a goatee, arms crossed, looked at Freya, his eyes brimming with vigilance.

"Grandpa, I've come to see you. Look, I've brought you some good stuff."

Sean set down the bag in her hand and opened it.

Upon seeing its contents, Hayden's eyes lit up. "Kid, where did you get so much good liquor? Wow, this is aged sorghum liquor."

Hayden grabbed the liquor bottle, removed the cap, and took a sip directly.

After drinking, he let out a contented sigh.

"Good liquor!"

"So, Great Uncle, you like to drink?"

Freya didn't anticipate that just a sip of alcohol could captivate the old man like this.

If she had known, she would have brought along some of her own collection of fine wines she had been storing for years to offer him.

"Who are you calling me Great Uncle? Don't call me that randomly. I don't have such a big niece."

After setting down the wine bottle, Hayden approached Freya and looked her up and down.

"Tsk tsk, Sean, could this be the daughter-in-law you've taken from somewhere?"

"Great Uncle, you really are my great uncle. I'm Sue Barnes' granddaughter."

To confirm her identity, Freya took out the group photo and showed it to him.

Hayden squinted and scrutinized it for a while, then expressed doubt.

"Sue, my sister?"

"Yes, Sue Barnes is my grandmother!"

After that, Hayden slapped the table and exclaimed angrily, "Nonsense, Sue is only eighteen years old. How could she have such a big granddaughter? Don't try to fool me."

Freya was taken aback.

If her grandmother were still alive, she would be in her seventies.

But why did Hayden portray her as an eighteen-year-old girl?

"Great Uncle, how old are you this year?"

Hayden stretched out his fingers, then touched his well-groomed, shiny hair and stated, "Thirty-eight."

Thirty-eight…

Freya gazed at Sean in disbelief, who also shook her head helplessly.

Hayden went outside to drink the alcohol.

Sean and Freya sat face to face, their expressions serious.

"You saw it, my grandpa's mind is a bit scrambled. His memory has always been stuck at thirty-eight, the year my grandma passed away."

Freya indeed noticed.

Although Hayden was in his eighties, his mental age resembled that of a child.

But it added an intriguing aspect to things.

"You need to be prepared. He's forgotten all memories after thirty-eight years. Although my grandpa has interacted with the Beast Army and studied this poison, he has now lost those memories too. So, I can't guarantee whether he can help you develop the antidote."

"We won't know until we try."

Freya furrowed her brows slightly.

If Hayden forgot all about his medical skills, it would indeed be challenging to convince him to put on the white coat again.

But it's okay, where there's a will, there's a way.

"By the way, besides drinking, what other interests does Great Uncle have?"

She needed to grasp the old man's hobbies first before knowing how to approach him.

"Apart from drinking, I really don't know what else he enjoys."

Sean shook her head helplessly. He had grown up in the laboratory since he was a child and then went abroad for further studies, so he didn't spend much time with his grandfather.

He only discovered his grandfather's fondness for drinking in recent years.

"Oh, he also particularly enjoys hunting."

Sean suddenly remembered something and said.

"Hunting?"

Freya blinked, but she wasn't surprised at all.

Sean had mentioned that Hayden had been on the battlefield, and it was normal for such a passionate man to excel in archery and enjoy hunting.

"Okay, I'll go make contact with him first and see what to do next."

Freya didn't chat much with Sean and headed towards the yard.

As she took a step forward, she remembered that the whole place was full of traps and hesitated to go back.

"Sean, you have to tell me first how to know where the traps are."

"The traps are covered with peanut shells."

Sean reminded.

Freya nodded and specifically avoided places with peanut shells, but she still didn't see Hayden's figure.

"Grandpa may have gone into the woods again."

Sean shrugged. "Let's go, I'll take you to find him."

…

In the woods, wild beasts could appear at any time, so for safety, both of them brought weapons.

When Freya was in the countryside, she often ran in the mountains, so she had a special feeling for the forest.

They had walked a long way without finding Hayden.

"How are you sure he went into the woods?" Freya was still a little curious.

"My grandpa has a pet monkey, and monkeys love to run in the woods. I didn't see it at home just now, so I guess it ran out again."

That's how it is.

But blindly searching for someone like this was really dangerous.

"Wait, Sean, maybe I can lure out that monkey."

Freya stopped and patted Sean's shoulder.

"What method?"

"You wait here."

Freya searched her body, and suddenly, her expression changed...

The whistle?

Where is her whistle?

She had been wearing it for the past two days, thinking it might come in handy when going up the mountain, but now it was gone.

This was the only token she could use to find that man. How could she lose it?