Watching Vernon scramble out of the room, Eleanor snorted and turned her gaze to the last tall young man.
"Garcia, come to me."
Hearing Eleanor's call, the young man took a deep breath, lifted the beaded curtain, and slowly walked to her side.
Eleanor's breathtaking beauty momentarily stunned Garcia.
The woman stretched out her finger and slowly stroked the man's resolute and heroic face.
Garcia grabbed Eleanor's hand, stopping her from doing anything further, and said calmly, "Let's get down to business."
Eleanor smiled slightly: "I'm listening."
“We may have underestimated Saladin before.” Garcia forced himself to calm down and began to think about the current situation: “When we helped him fight against the Abbasid Empire, our intention was to divert the empire’s attention and give the suppressed religion a chance to breathe. But what we didn’t expect was that Saladin would actually win battles that seemed impossible to win, and eventually unify the south.”
Garcia gently pulled Eleanor into his arms and continued, "Afterwards, we tried to exacerbate the internal conflicts within the Ayyubid Empire, aiming to incite a civil war. Unexpectedly, Saladin actually recaptured the Holy City, which had been occupied for a century. In an instant, his prestige and power reached an unprecedented peak."
Garcia said with a wry smile, "Why do I have this feeling that in this world, there seems to be no one who can stop that Caliph's advance..."
Eleanor brought her lips close to Garcia's neck and kissed him lightly in a mischievous way, whispering, "Someone will come."
Garcia looked down and asked, "Who is it?"
Eleanor left Garcia's embrace, straightened up, and with a flick of her finger, the thin veil covering her body fluttered to the ground, revealing her flawless body.
“I know perfectly well why that puppet, Rachel, came back.” Eleanor listened to Garcia’s increasingly heavy breathing and smiled contentedly. “Don’t worry, my darling, that puppet will lead us to that person.”
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