Ethan let out a sigh, glanced at the iron pot a few times, and said slowly, "I can't go back empty-handed, I'll just take something—better than nothing."
Grimmount's eyes narrowed a little, and he said casually, "Go ahead and take something, but not this iron pot, I still need it. Anything else is fine."
Ethan suddenly looked up at Grimmount, wearing a look like he'd been found out.
Grimmount smiled with pride, picked up the iron pot, and said, "Don't think you can fool me. This iron pot is what you're looking for, right? I haven't even checked it carefully."
Grimmount had already taken off the iron pot and the chain hanging it, leaving only a long, rusty iron bar, which Ethan grabbed without hesitation.
When he stretched just now, he had already confirmed that this iron bar was the long knife he was looking for!
Grimmount's eyes went wide at Ethan's move.
He'd been played!
Ethan put the iron bar straight into his storage, then smiled at the angry and helpless Grimmount.
