"Miss… "
"Hmm?" Eleanor looked up from her deep thought.
"We will set out soon." The squire knight of the Weisbach family said, "If you want to go back with us, you can sleep in the carriage at the back."
"Where's father?" asked Eleanor.
"The Duke is in another carriage," the squire replied. "He is feeling much better now and should be resting now."
"Well." Eleanor came to the carriage carrying Henry's coffin, "Where are my brother's sword and shield?"
"All of Viscount Regens's belongings are in the carriage at the back," said the squire.
Eleanor walked to the carriage at the back. This carriage was a boxless carriage with arched crossbars on both sides, which could be used for people to sit on and of course for transporting things. At this time, it was piled with Henry's weapons and equipment, his daily clothes, wine boxes, and some books and notebooks he often read, all packed in large and small open boxes.
Eleanor calmly placed the ancient book on top of the book box, turned around, and said sternly to the guard knight:
"These things must not be lost, and they must be sent back without missing a single one. Father is already very sad, and if he finds out that Henry's belongings were lost on the way..."
"Absolutely not, young lady." The squire hastily assured, "Our entourage will be watching these things from front and back, and will definitely not let them fall on the road."
"Okay." Eleanor nodded. "You guys go ahead. I'll go back to the tent to catch up on some sleep and then ride back here in the morning."
"Ah?" The squire was stunned for a moment, "Okay, then be careful."
This Miss Weisbach is not one of those weak and feeble noble ladies. She has actually killed people on the battlefield, so the squires and knights dare not disobey her wishes.
Eleanor returned to the tent of the Blue Sword Mercenary Group, lay down on the simple marching bed, and closed her eyes.
Goodbye, everyone in the mercenary group.
Nice to meet you.
After sleeping in a daze for another hour or two, she finally woke up slowly.
I opened my eyes and saw the dim morning light from outside shining through the curtain of the tent.
Eleanor got up from the bed, brushed her teeth with a bottle of water on the table, and ate some snacks she had prepared.
Then she took out her armor from under the bed and put it on one by one.
Finally, she put on the Gothic double-winged helmet with a visor, which was the helmet she wore when she first met Ask in the underground arena of the hotel in Constantinople.
She hasn't worn it in a long time.
She checked the weapons around her again: the long sword mixed with blood-marked steel given by the Spartans, the adamantium spear from the Constantinople Hippodrome, and the Imperial Eagle given to her by Ask.
With the skill of conceptual armament, Ask no longer needs ordinary weapons except for weapons made of special materials such as the dragon bone sword.
Eleanor confirms the Imperial Eagle's bullet count.
Six bullets, five for the emperor and one for himself. At the last moment, he pressed against the bridge of his nose and shot him in the head. The huge impact was enough to completely destroy his appearance.