Isidoro fell silent for a long moment upon hearing this, lost in thought as he reflected on everything in his past. Just as Guts had said, that was indeed how he had always lived: using every possible trick to survive, or to defeat formidable enemies he could not match head-on, employing every scheme and clever tactic to snatch ultimate victory. After a long while, he looked around and saw Hao Qi reading a book nearby.
Hao Qi had followed the group along their journey, but given his immense strength, he would occasionally disappear for an hour or two. The others had simply assumed he was wandering about, but in truth, on several occasions Hao Qi had traveled to cities hundreds of kilometers away. With his abilities, a round trip took only an hour or two, hardly causing any delay.
The books in his hands had been obtained from those cities. Logically, he shouldn't have understood the local script or language at all, yet he communicated with everyone effortlessly and even grasped the writing with ease—any writing whatsoever. This was presumably due to some fortuitous encounter of his own.
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