Revive Rome: Wait! Why not make the empress fall in love with me first?-Chapter 292 - 90: Get Ready

Despite the mastermind behind the scenes having died, the plague and rodent infestation within the Bavarian Duchy persisted for some time.

Massive disasters, a multitude of corpses, and numerous abandoned villages gradually expanded across the land.

Mingxing City welcomed wave after wave of refugees. The main roads were crowded to the brim, so Maximilian Hospital had to set up temporary medical camps outside the city, employing a large number of civilians given basic training to act as medical staff and care for the ever-accumulating tide of refugees.

In this effort, the antibiotics urgently provided by the Lixini Family played an indispensable role, with even more supplies continuously smuggled in: disinfectants, epidemic prevention kits, medical masks... and a special medical protection force.

"I’ve already told you not to follow!" Nora yelled impatiently.

"Miss, it is an order from the Valian Bishop, Your Highness," said the fully armed medical squad leader. They were uniformed in silver-white high-tech combat suits, wearing full-coverage tactical goggles, holding special rifles of unknown models, and forming a protective phalanx behind Nora with an almost transparent light-blue force field shield.

The refugees nearby looked towards them with faces filled with terror, their expressions a mixture of fear and curiosity.

"Damn it all," Nora sighed, stepping forward. The tactical squad guarding her moved with her pace, continuously scanning their surroundings with tactical goggles as if searching for threats among the refugees.

Several drones circled above the squad, spraying fine misted droplets into the air, the faint scent of aromatic agents causing Nora to sneeze uncontrollably.

"Turn off those robots!" she bellowed again, unable to contain her frustration.

"Sorry, Miss," the medical squad leader replied again, "There might be infectious droplets and germs in the air. We cannot restrict your movement, so we can only take this temporary measure of environmental sterilization..."

"I’m a professional doctor! Thank you very much!" retorted Nora, irritated. "I won’t let myself get infected!"

"According to our insurance agreement, our security obligations are not only to prevent you from becoming infected, but to also prevent you from coming into contact with any contagious pathogens," the squad leader continued, "The danger level in this place is too high, we have set up cleanrooms in Weisbach Palace..."

"Shut up!" Nora looked ahead, waving her hand forcefully. "Aske!"

Aske, who saw the commotion, showed a look of astonishment on his face.

Nora ran toward him, and the medical crew entrusted with her protection also sprinted at the same pace. Two armed medics accelerated, leaving the group to rush ahead to Aske’s side.

One swiftly removed his weapons and adeptly took out a disposable isolation suit from their tactical backpack, slipping it over Aske; the other had their rifle trained on him as if he were a grave threat, ready to restrain any of his uncooperative behaviors.

Aske recognized these people by their equipment—the Nightingale Medical Insurance Company, a professional security firm within Solomon’s territory, whose primary services were emergency first aid and tactical support.

Their annual premium was extremely high, but the advantage was that as long as the insurance was active, a call at any time would immediately dispatch the world’s most professional security force to protect the employer so closely that not even a mosquito could approach.

However, given the protected person, Nora’s own person, and her friendly relationship with him, the Nightingale Medical Insurance Company naturally wouldn’t easily harm him. So, Aske just stood still while the medical staff dressed him in the isolation suit and activated the air filtration system.

"Miss, the isolation suit isn’t all-powerful. Perhaps your friend carries a high-level Plague Sequence ability in him..." the medical squad leader futilely attempted to persuade her, but Nora had already run up to Aske and sighed,

"Sorry, I had no idea my brother would call these people..."

"I understand." Aske replied. Had he discovered his sister was on land ravaged by war, plague, and rodent infestation, he surely would have sent mercenaries to protect her, too.

Is it just this display that’s a bit much, should one say it befits the commercial powerhouse of Italy?

The two conversed for a while, feeling increasingly awkward. The medical squad around them watched Aske closely, their gaze upon him as if he were a ticking time bomb.

"Then, I’ll be leaving first." Aske said his goodbye to her, and then he removed the isolation suit and departed. Nora watched his departing figure, sighing deeply.

Upon arriving at Fire Island, the majority of the girls were busy with their combat training, as war was on the horizon and there was no time left for leisurely daily life.

Peggy had ingested the "Poison I" Magic Potion, its main ingredient derived from the analysis of a hook-nosed man’s Extraordinary Traits. Now, she could synthesize toxins within her body as well as coat her weapons with toxins through touch.

Similar to the "Plague" Sequence, the current "Poison I" could only synthesize basic toxins. If upgraded to Poison II, it would enable the analysis of external toxins and the synthesis of even more potent substances (correspondingly, "Plague II" would analyze external pathogens).

Therefore, to some extent, the full combat potential of the Lord of Filth bloodline manifested later. It would not be until her "Plague" and "Poison" reached Level II that her offensive means would be fully formed. At present, her "Plague I" and "Poison I" were more about disrupting and exerting control than adding any significant output.

"Rather than adapting to new Extraordinary Abilities, I would suggest you first master the ’Undead Illusion Sword’ as soon as possible," Aske recommended. "You can look into advancing the ’Plague’ and ’Poison’ sequences to Level II later."

"Okay," Peggy nodded, not questioning why. She held 100% trust in Aske’s advice.

After instructing Peggy, Aske continued his inspection around Fire Island, looking like a squad leader overseeing his teammates’ training back in the days.

Medea and Thira were practicing their spell combat, with fireballs and air pressure bombs flying back and forth. Miel was learning the technique of blind shooting without using the sights, while Mia was beside her, counting targets (and slacking off).

Eleanor stood in silence, gazing at the longsword in her hand. In the previous days, she had finally completed the study of "Sigrdrifa," which meant she had essentially mastered the "Trinity Tactics."

For group combat, the Spear Shield Flow was sturdy and versatile, while for one-on-one combat, the Sword and Shield Flow was flexible in response. When necessary, the lethality of Sigrdrifa could be harnessed, and now with her newly acquired Observation Haki "Will II," Eleanor could be considered the foremost melee fighter under Aske. Herrera no longer counted, having shifted towards a combination of magic and martial arts.

"What are you doing?" Aske asked.

"I’m still learning the Holy Sword," Eleanor replied.

Oh, the Holy Sword. Aske almost forgot about it; after all, mastering Extraordinary Swordsmanship like that was purely reliant on inspiration (and luck)—most often if you couldn’t learn it, you just couldn’t, and no amount of perseverance would change that.

"Why can Peggy learn the Undead Illusion Sword, yet I can’t learn the Holy Sword?" Eleanor posed a rather difficult question.

"She was given a Thought Seed by someone, which allowed her to directly comprehend the essence of Extraordinary Swordsmanship," Aske reasoned, then added, "Additionally, she was lucky enough to receive aid from Extraordinary Items and a Demigod, successfully performing an Illusion Sword once. After that, delving deeper into learning it was much easier."

Eleanor nodded her head. No matter what, blaming it on "bad luck" was always more comforting than accepting "you don’t have an aptitude in swordsmanship like Peggy does."

"Perhaps it’s also due to my own reasons," she sighed, "I’ve been having nightmares frequently."

"Nightmares?"

"I dream of teammates on the brink of death, like Hood was back then," Eleanor said somberly, "Sometimes it’s Nora, sometimes it’s Thira...lying in pools of blood, begging me to grant them a quick end."

"My hand on the hilt of my sword, loosening then gripping, gripping then loosening, I...can’t do what you did at that time."

"Why were you able to thrust that sword, Aske?" she finally asked.

"Because you are not strong enough yet," Aske replied after a long silence, "As long as you become stronger, at least you will be able to avoid similar distressing situations in the future."

"Really?" Eleanor forced a smile.

This was a typical response expected from the style of a squad leader.

However, she had never intended to seek answers from the squad leader—after all, it was her own psychological issue, and only she could find the answer for it.

After chatting idly with Aske for a while, Eleanor walked back onto the open ground and drew her longsword once again.

She began practicing.

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