Wrestling his tongue with the cow girl’s tongue and squeezing her giant milk jug breasts just one last time for satisfaction, Devon pulled his lips away and winked as he put on his coat. “I’ll see you later,” he said, smacking the cow girl’s fat ass before waving goodbye to her.
As she waved back to him with a happy nod, Devon exited the guest bedroom and found the butler waiting for him respectfully in front of the room. The butler had a medium cuirass fitted with platemail by his side. “Please, try this Master Devon.”
Devon nodded. He stood in front of the butler in the middle of the hallway and allowed the elderly man to examine his measurements, from his arm length to his shoulder width, and begin fitting him properly. “This is some of the finest armor from the earl’s private regiment,” the butler explained. “Normally this quality of armor is reserved for captains, but due to the extraordinary circumstances, the earl wishes for you to have every advantage he can grant you in battle.”
Devon glanced at the armor he was being fitted with. Unlike some of the armors that he saw other soldiers wear, this particular set was on the lighter side, allowing for ease of mobility while providing some protection. Most importantly, the piece was suitable for novices. “Give the earl my thanks,” Devon said.
After fitting him with armor, the butler activated a communication crystal and spoke directly with the earl. “Preparations with master Devon are complete, sir. We are ready to mobilize your forces.”
“Get on with it,” the earl replied hastily. “Send them out. I’ve already contacted both the royal forces and my old pal, they will both be sending troops to the site. To think that those Algorian bastards really had it in them to kidnap a noble, then demand to negotiate terms…”
Devon frowned, not understanding what they were talking about. The earl caught sight of his confused look and began to explain. “Ah, that’s right, you aren’t from here. Algorians are a nasty bunch– they’re a subjugated minor faction under the empire, but every few dozen years they try to rebel against us. Their methods of attack are always bombastic. Imperial sabotage, arson… although this is the first time they’ve resorted to kidnapping. Clear them out for me, will you, Devon?”
“I’ll do my best, sir,” Devon replied. It sounded like some internal strife between the empire and a rebelling faction to him, which made him worried about Countess Ilyana’s safety. But as long as she held diplomatic value, he didn’t think that they would hurt her. Then again, there was no way of knowing what would happen when tensions ran high.
“I’ll be going now,” the earl said. “Best of luck out there, Devon. Butler, send the troops.”
The butler nodded and acknowledged the order, then the earl ended the communication crystal’s signal. He and Devon joined up with the commanding officer, who was a square jawed short man with a big forehead and a curly moustache.
“Captain,” the butler said. “This is Devon. I’m sure the earl has already told you about him.”
The captain gave a curt acknowledgement. “Yes. You’ll be working with me as a guest participant in the combat, Devon. There is no obligation on you to participate, but if you wish to join the fray, I will give you a go ahead to join the attacking force if the situation unfolds in such a way. I hold no direct command over you, but for the sake of both of our situations let’s try to form a mutual understanding. Is that alright with you?”
“Yeah, that’s fine,” Devon replied. “I have some special… talents that might need solo maneuvering, though. I’ll let you know beforehand. And whatever I do, don’t come after me to save me.”
“Understood,” the captain nodded, taking Devon’s statement as a noble gesture, when in fact the real intent behind Devon’s statement about solo maneuvering had everything to do with his unique passive that prevented death. “I will not commit soldiers to rescue you if the situation is bad.”
“Let me explain a bit about the Algorians…” the captain began, and he spent the next five minutes giving Devon a brief run down on the history of Algorians with the empire, and how their fighting tactics could unfold, as they moved through the estate and to the small private army mobilizing outside.
“This is both a personal affair due to the kidnapping, and a kingdom-wide threat, so we will work together with the royal army for this rescue operation,” the captain continued.
“Now… about our strategy to rescue her…”
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