"No, it was just an ordinary mistake. Thank you for your help." Hunter smiled as he accepted the parchment.
"You're welcome. Remember to come teach calculus again tonight. This part isn't written in the Holy Scripture."
"Alright."
Hunter handed the parchment over, casually drew out a pen, corrected the misspelled word, and pushed it back into Alvarez's sweaty hands.
"You know each other?"
"Not very well. I occasionally take part in the Expeditionary Force's study sessions and teach a little calculus. We may have met before."
"Then... then why did he become a soldier?" Alvarez could not help asking. "With that kind of knowledge, wouldn't being a private tutor be far better than being a soldier?"
Seeing the faintly amused look in Hunter's eyes, Alvarez suddenly thought of a possibility so shocking that even he found it unbelievable.
He turned to look at the Expeditionary Force soldiers on both sides of the carriage.
Most of these soldiers had applied to withdraw to Blood Port and were not currently assigned any missions. Some were gathered in small groups chatting, some leaned back in their seats dozing off, and others sat with their heads lowered, reading.
Reading?!
Only then did Alvarez notice that nearly every soldier carried a book. They were not decorative props, nor were they copies of the Holy Scripture that the Silent Temple used to hit people with, but books with obvious signs of use—books that had truly been read.
All these soldiers could read?
How many soldiers were there? Alvarez craned his head to look out the carriage. There was one carriage after another, with more behind them still; he could not count them all at a glance.
If every one of these carriages was filled with soldiers, and all the soldiers could read...
Alvarez spent a long