Thurinn's grip on his hammer tightened. "And why exactly do you want to know that?" "Calm down. I'm not here to pick a fight." Aiden's tone stayed calm. "My class advancement might need the old divine's power. Right now, the only way to reach them is through the Lost Temple." He added, "If there's another way to connect with that power, I'll take it." "Class advancement?" Thor and Thurinn traded looks, both doubtful yet curious. If anyone else had said that, they would've laughed it off. But this human carried old divine's energy, clear as day. Could he really be a messenger from the old divine? Thor's voice broke the silence. "This is complicated. We get what you're after, but the Lost Temple isn't something we can reveal so easily." Aiden frowned slightly. "Then what do I need to do for you to tell me where it is?" Thor rubbed his beard. "That depends on our mood… I mean, once we're sure you're on our side, we'll tell you." "Understood." Aiden nodded. In another world, this would've been a simple favor quest—gain trust, unlock answers. The location didn't matter. The connection did. All Aiden needed was a way forward. "Oh, one more thing." Aiden's eyes flickered with an idea. "If you can't tell me where the Lost Temple is yet, maybe you can help me with something else. I've got an artifact that needs appraisal." "An artifact? You really have one?" Thurinn's eyes gleamed with excitement. "Come on, show me already!"Thor's expression softened, though his excitement was obvious. "Artifacts don't usually need appraisal," he said, running a hand through his beard. "I know," Aiden replied. "But this one's different. I've taken it to multiple blacksmiths, and none of them could identify it. "I've heard the Dwarves' forging skill is second to none. You might be able to." Thor's lips curved into a proud smile. "Smart man. We Dwarves are the masters of creation. The blacksmiths you've met? They're nothing but amateurs. Trash, really." Thurinn puffed up his chest. "You came to the right people. This is what we live for. I swear, if we can't appraise that artifact, no one on this continent can. Unless, of course, the great Hephaestus Himself returns. "Now hand it over. Let me have a look." "Fine by me." Aiden opened his inventory and pulled out the Ravager Horn of the Destroyer. Thor took the artifact carefully, his eyes narrowing as he examined it. "Hold on. This doesn't look forged.""What do you mean?" Aiden asked. Thor ran his fingers along the horn's surface, his tone low and focused. "I've been forging weapons my whole life. I can spot the marks of a hammer in seconds. But this… this has none. It wasn't crafted. The material itself is exceptional. It must have absorbed some powerful element and evolved naturally into an artifact." Aiden's gaze sharpened. "So it wasn't forged at all? Then what kind of material could form something like this?" Thor took a deep breath. His voice dropped to a reverent hush. "If I'm right, this is one of The Destroyer's horns." Aiden's mind froze for a second. "You're saying this belonged to the old divine?" Thor nodded slowly. "Most likely. But that raises a bigger question. The old divine were unstoppable. Who could've severed a horn from one of them? Or did it just fall off on its own? "Nighthale, where did you find this?" Aiden told them everything about the Ravager Horn. Thor and Thurinn froze, their faces paling. "Wait—what? Those three massive energy surges that disappeared… that was you?" "Yes." Aiden gave a calm nod. "By Hephaestus! So you were the one who saved us!" Thor's voice carried awe and guilt. "Forgive my ignorance earlier. If that's the case, maybe I can tell you where the Lost Temple is." He hesitated before adding, "But I'll need to call a meeting with the clan first. It'll take some time." "That's fine." Aiden smiled faintly. Did they really think he pulled out the Ravager Horn just for an appraisal? That was adorable. Sure, having it identified was useful. But his real goal was to let them realize, in the smoothest way possible, that he had indirectly saved their entire race. That way, he didn't look arrogant, but the truth still landed right where it needed to. What was the point of doing something good if no one knew?The trick was to make it look effortless. Every word, every gesture—planned perfectly. It was subtle, but it was art. And it worked. The Dwarves might be loud and hot-headed, but they weren't ungrateful idiots.