Dark Market.
After gathering supplies in the Magic Forest for several days, Carl once again came to the Dark Market.
CLANG...
Blacksmith Gando stopped his work. He looked at the pile of meat presented before him, his gaze inadvertently stirring.
"Young man, your curiosity is indeed strong, but there's nothing I can tell you about the Gods."
He had to admit that over the centuries, countless people had come before him, though not many had left an impression. Carl undoubtedly was one of them. Strength was one aspect. The key was that Carl always brought a large quantity of flesh and blood. This was a great temptation to Gando, who urgently needed nutritional replenishment to resist the devouring force. But regarding the Gods... he indeed had nothing to say.
"Senior," Carl bowed, "this time I've come to inquire about where I can obtain Holy Skills."
"Just pointing me in the right direction will do. Regardless of the outcome, this fine meat is yours, Senior."
