"Holy Skill?" Gando glanced at him. "That's something for those on the Knight Path. A being like me... I cultivate my natural talents."
He then fixed Carl with a look. "Young man! I know you have many questions, but do you know how I survived that great war from all those years ago?"
Before Carl could speak, Gando pressed on, "Curb your pitiful curiosity. Don't pry into certain existences; only then might you have a sliver of a chance at survival. That's why I lived while others died!"
Carl looked intently at Gando. Regardless, Gando was the first Third-tier being he had ever encountered, and he didn't seem dangerous. A Third-tier being inherently held many mysteries, not to mention this one had also survived the War of the Gods. Even if Gando's attitude was cold, Carl resolved to seek his guidance more in the future.
After leaving the Dark Market, Carl sat cross-legged on the Magic Flying Carpet and rose into mid-air. He lowered his gaze to the strip of flesh in his hand.
