It was like a body odor mixed with some strange smell of sweat.
Hassan sat on a worn wooden chair and whispered, "Reno is indeed still alive."
"If you want to find him, you have to find Amir first. He is the only one who still knows where Renault is."
"Where is Amir?" Lin Ke asked.
Hassan shook his head. “I don’t know. He hasn’t appeared for a long time. Some say he’s crazy, and some say he’s dead.”
Lin Ke didn't want to waste time, so he stood up immediately and said, "Thank you, this is a small thank you gift, please accept it."
Hassan raised his head and looked at the gold coins handed over by Lin Ke, but there was only sadness in his eyes.
"If you can find Reno, please tell him we have never forgotten him."
Lin Ke looked at the other person and nodded with a little admiration.
He had no desire for gold coins at all.
That was the look only a true warrior with faith would have.
Before leaving, Lin Ke gave him an extra gold coin, then turned and left the wooden house.
"This...this way."
The slave led Linke through the crowd, looking for Amir's blacksmith shop.
Soon, he found the shabby shop with a rusty iron plate hanging on the door with "Amir's Blacksmith Shop" engraved on it.
Lin Ke walked into the shop and found it empty, with only a pile of unfinished ironware and ashes on the ground.
He frowned, with a bad feeling in his heart: "Is anyone there?"
After a moment, a disheveled man crawled out from the corner with a dazed look in his eyes.
He murmured to himself: "Iron...Iron...I want iron..."
Lin Ke looked at him, frowning slightly: "Are you Amir?"
The man raised his head and looked at Lin Ke with dull eyes, then suddenly laughed: "Iron...Iron...Hahahaha!"
Seeing this, Lin Ke was silent for a moment, then whispered in his ear: "Do you still remember Renault?"
The man's laughter stopped abruptly, a trace of fear suddenly appeared on his face, and then he shook his head frantically: "No...no...don't ask me! I don't know! I don't know!"
Amir has lost his mind.
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