"I remember now!"
"What did you remember?" Hook asked hastily when he heard his subordinate speak.
"I just remembered, I should go home for dinner..."
Hook and the rest of the Mole Party members: "..."
"Eat, eat, eat! All you ever do is eat! It's so annoying!"
Hook jumped up and smashed a hammer into the head of the mole gang member who wanted to go home for dinner.
“I saw the Stone Knight at the blacksmith shop a few days ago. He was arguing with the Stone Knight.”
At this moment, the unassuming henchman tossed out a clue.
Blacksmith shop?
Zhou Xiao raised an eyebrow upon hearing this.
He didn't quite understand why Xiao Hao went to the blacksmith shop.
"New lead! The Mole Gang! Follow me..."
Adhering to the principle of not letting go of any clue, Hook led the Mole Gang members to the only blacksmith shop in Rocky Town.
Before even getting close to the blacksmith's shop, Hook saw Uncle Awen, the blacksmith, come out of the shop with a large bag and throw all the stones into the trash can.
"Look! That's the bag that Knight Shi Zhihao usually uses to carry stones! He really is related to Knight Shi Zhihao!"
Hook immediately recognized the bag in Uncle Awen's hand. After seeing Uncle Awen walk into the blacksmith shop again, he and the Mole Gang followed him.
Upon entering the room, a pungent smell of blood assaulted the senses, making one feel an urge to vomit.
There's a problem!
There's definitely something wrong.
How could a blacksmith shop have such a strong smell of blood?
Hook and his group fanned their noses, trying to reduce the smell of blood.
Zhou Xiao glanced around the room and saw nothing unusual except for the blacksmith's equipment for forging and smelting metal.
"Oh, it's Little Hook! What brings you here today?"
Uncle Awen, somewhat surprised to see Hook and the other members of the Mole Gang, asked them a question.
"Hmph! Uncle Awen, is the death of Knight Shi Zhihao related to you?" Hook asked bluntly in his childish voice.
"?"
"Stone Knight Hao?" Uncle Awen was taken aback when he heard this title, but quickly realized that it seemed to be referring to Little Hao.
"Xiao Hao is dead?"
He was somewhat bewildered by the news.
"How did you come to the conclusion that Xiao Hao's death has anything to do with me?" Uncle Wen was very confused. How did he, an honest man, suddenly find himself carrying such a heavy burden?
Are all those who take the blame honest people?
“Because you had a quarrel with Knight Shi Zhihao before... the bag in your hand also belongs to Knight Shi Zhihao, and... there’s such a strong smell of blood in your room…” Hook listed all the points of suspicion.
This surprised Awen.
"A verbal altercation?" Awen thought for a moment, then seemed to remember something: "What verbal altercation? He was trying to negotiate a price with me, and I said I couldn't negotiate..."
"Bargaining?" Zhou Xiao was somewhat surprised. "What kind of things can he get from your blacksmith shop?"
"The scabbard..."
Uncle Awen looked innocent, then took out a black metal scabbard from the smelting table behind him. It had some decorative patterns on its surface, but it was only a semi-finished product, so it looked a bit rough.
"This child said he wanted to give a gift to a very, very good friend, and wanted a custom-made knife sheath. He spent ages comparing his measurements with mine, and then when it came time to pay, he started haggling over the price..."
"At such a low price, he basically didn't make any money, but I still softened and ordered it for him. As a deposit and a condition for negotiating the price, he would go to the mining area every day to select a certain amount of ore for me..."
"scabbard..."
Upon hearing about this object, Zhou Xiao subconsciously recalled that Xiao Hao seemed to have taken the long sword he had intercepted from Kafka and compared it for a while.
At the time, he thought it was just something Xiao Hao found novel, but now that he hears it...
Is he going to give me a gift...?
A gift.
Zhou Xiao lowered his head slightly to look at the long sword hanging at his waist. His face seemed to show no emotion, but in reality, he was feeling a mix of emotions.
"Waaaaah, I'm so sad! The Stone Knight actually wanted to prepare a gift for me!" Hook couldn't bear it any longer and tearfully accepted the scabbard.
He measured for a while and then asked Uncle Awen, "Why is there only a scabbard? Where is the knife?"
"A knife? A knife costs separately!"
Uncle Awen said that Xiao Hao did not ask him to make a matching longsword. After he finished answering, Hook glanced out of the corner of his eye and just happened to see the dark red longsword hanging at Zhou Xiao's waist.
As the one who forged the scabbard, he was naturally very sensitive to its size. After glancing at it briefly, he pointed to the longsword in Zhou Xiao's hand:
"Um... perhaps we should make a scabbard for this knife?"
"?"
Following the direction Uncle Awen pointed, Hook saw the dark red longsword at Zhou Xiao's waist.
“...”
Hook handed the scabbard back to Zhou Xiao: "Try it, Ruthless Owl Knight."
Zhou Xiao took it, and Kafka's long sword was smoothly placed into the scabbard. Although it didn't fit perfectly, the size was roughly the right.
“...”
"Big brother, is there anything you like...?"
Zhou Xiao recalled the question Xiao Hao had asked him back then. Perhaps... from that moment on, Xiao Hao had decided to give him a gift...
...
"Wait, you said the death of Knight Shi Zhihao had nothing to do with you, then why is there such a strong smell of blood in your house?" A member of the Mole Gang seemed to have realized something and questioned Uncle Awen.
"Can't I eat some meat?" Uncle Wen showed the kitchen to everyone, where a not-so-fat kun had been plucked and bled, and the bloody smell in the house seemed to be coming from there.
“...”
"Uncle Wen... is so rich." The members of the Mole Gang couldn't help but swallow hard when they saw the Kun. It was indeed not easy to get a live Kun in the lower district.
"fine..."
"Uncle Wen, do you know where Xiao Hao has been lately besides here?" Zhou Xiao's attention was not distracted by the Kun.
He stroked the unfinished scabbard in his hand, as if he could feel Xiao Hao's burning heart.
He needs to do something.
He wanted to do something for Xiao Hao...
"Activities?" Upon hearing this, Uncle Awen thought for a moment, then said, "Besides my place, there's only the mining area and... the fight club."
"It seems that Xiao Hao has been doing odd jobs there recently."
Fight club!
Hearing about this place again, Zhou Xiao frowned. He went to the fighting club every now and then, so why hadn't he seen Xiao Hao?
How could this be...
Zhou Xiao turned and left; he was going to the fight club to ask Scott, that unscrupulous businessman, about it.
...
P.S.: I'm begging for everything.
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