Ever since he had looted the monastery's reliquary during the Son of the Devil incident, Salomon still had enough Holy Shroud to make several robes. Otherwise, he would not have used his original cloak as armor. As for the monastery's centuries-old wines, they had long since been turned into fruit vinegar reserves for salads in the City of Immortals' kitchens. Compared with his usual plain attire, he was dressed far more extravagantly now—his hands were encased in steel gauntlets resembling black snake scales, and he never went without his long and short blades. A gold-trimmed spellbook hung from his waist on iron chains, while exquisitely cut gemstone cuffs and finely carved silver collar pins gave him sufficient combat strength and survivability before he donned his Power Armor.
"Have Tita go to my private library. She can use her authority to retrieve Jacob's Limbs," Salomon said. "Tell her this is my reward to the Sisterhood. As for tactical instruction... ask General Hale whether he has a solution."
"Oh, and there's the matter of the regular army. Sophia whipped several soldiers from Northern Europe because they proposed taking weekends off. She suggested joint training, and her people will participate as well..."
"That is simply the standard of NATO soldiers. There is nothing surprising about it. As for training targets, with so many local warlords in Africa, are there not enough targets for training?"
"You mean warlord groups that can be wiped out with just a few armed helicopters?" Stephanie gave an uneasy smile. "We have taken out so many warlords funded by diamond merchants and oil merchants. Do you really think they will just sit by and do nothing?"
"Then take them out too. Last time, the Sisterhood trained against private armies belonging to financial conglomerates and African warlords. The results were