Han-gil was the living example that guts feeling could be decoded, and all of those calculation material to amplify the prophecy was acquired by reading and feasting upon information and information until he puked words out of his mouth.
Well, as much as I want to worry those two with their struggles, Roger and I had a guest of our own that was probably as equal to Nehemoth in term of risk and level of massacre.
"Faust of the Fool." Dorodoro donned a delighted smirk before slouching her head to the side. "Before we fought again, I have some questions for you."
"As much as I want to shut my ears from the words of someone who is deliberately trying to kill me, I think having some break is quite feasible."
"Huh, isn't she's trying to kill us?" Roger anxiously raised one of her eyebrows.
