Angelo finished his breakfast. With his belly full and having new energy, he returned to Marguerite's room. He checked if Marguerite was still in bed.
"Mnn..n..no..." Closing one eye as she felt her perky breasts being fondled, the size of the monster's hand effectively squeezing her entire chest at once, the roughness of his hands making them especially sensitive to his touch. “Ah...though..we may be getting some fresh faces to these parts soon. They might be worth looking into.”
“No, stay. My brother was just leaving. He clearly needs to rest and get the imp's aphrodisiac out of his body!” Ophelia declared firmly as she got up and moved away from Benacio before looking at him again. “Go get a bath, bro – you need it. And try not to cause trouble for the maids there while at it.” She all but commanded, her tone leaving no room for argument.
"I figured as much." Allune said in a defeated tone, "Aside from the black knights, that faceless thing can also summon all those creatures. And the only weapon we have against him is trapping him in clay." She sighed, "Haaa, hmm. No, wait a minute. Now that I think about it, that guy didn't do much, did he? I mean, sure he summoned that blob. But aside from not dying from my arrow, he didn't do anything else." Allune shared her insight with her two companions.
The pig man raises an eyebrow, still handling her body. He reaches down to touch her cunt with his free hand. "Fresh faces? And whose would those be?"
Benacio blinks, and looks at his hands. "Ah, shit. Sorry, sis." He stands and leaves, ogling Felina on the way out. The maid approaches, ignoring what just happened. "You asked me to return, my lady?"
Ignatia nods. "That is interesting. Perhaps he can only summon things, and isn't dangerous himself?" Lukas takes a drink. "He may also have thought that we weren't worth the effort, or that we were just the tip of the spear for a larger force. We were coming out from a wooded hill, so he couldn't see that there was no one behind us."
"Thanks to you." She smiles. "I'm wondering what's going to happen. I've sent a rider to the local church. Hopefully they'll get word back soon to the papacy, of what happened in the battle."
"Mmm...we'll see. I don't doubt Miroslava must know at least a few other people who use the kind of magic that I do. Or at least people planning to learn. The idea is to make a kind of group to more effectively work for our interests...we'll see what comes of it. I don't think that will be right away. In the meantime, it's going to be serious training to improve my own powers so I can just save myself."
"I guess there's that too. He also did use, or tried to use a barrier against my attack against him. But, he didn't try to use offensive magic. And during their... assault, did he do anything else?" Allune asked Ignatia in a low tone, "It's hard I know, but, did you notice him doing anything at all?"
Mszczuj shake his head. "No yet, I have to keept eye on my men. I trust them, sure but when some men's pride come to voice, some things could spread out realy quickly." He said and look at as men enjoyed tavern. "By the way, priest tell in legends that some kind of important could be stoped by clay. Do you know that kind of magic or any of your friends posses such skills?"
"A coven?" He grins, as he begins to frig her cunt. "Aren't you the ambitious one? Well, I have no issue with that, especially if these new witches are female."
“Yes, I did,” Ophelia looked outside in the corridor to make sure her brother had listened to her, then got back inside her room and closed and locked the door, just in case. Then she stood in front of Felina. “First of all, I wanted to thank you for your help yesterday. Things would have been a lot more difficult if you had not told us about the tunnel and the hand cannon. Thank you, Felina.” She gave a warm smile to the maid. “Second, this place has a library, correct? Do you know if there are any books about magic there? And, you don't seem to be busy with anything in particular right now, so I was hoping you could give me a massage...” Ophelia licked her lips and openly ogled the maid.
'Yes, let's hope they make it,' Angelo said, 'What are we to do in the mean time? This expedition is effectively over with how few are left. Maybe we should try and inform the Teutonic Knights about what's happening?'
"Well, I was watching from the window before you arrived. He can reshape his own body, not just those of corpses. There was this guy, Pika, the best swordsman in our village. He attacked the faceless man, slicing off one of his arms. It seemed like he won the fight, but the monster turned the bony stump into a spike, and stabbed Pika with it." She sighs. "A shame, I kinda had a crush on him."
"I have no powers over the Earth myself, but yes, I know other druids who can reshape clay. This is because of Lieka?"
"I believe that magic is an interest of her ladyship, ma'am, but I can't read, so I don't know." She grins. "A massage? Of course, Lady Ophelia. That said, my massages are so much better without pesky clothes in the way."
Mszczuj nod. "Yes, if fire and holy water fails, I want to have something else to use against him if it will be necessary. If Lieka can't be killed, we can try to use ropes and fish webs to capture him. Tatars make such things on horses, so I think we can do it the same. "
