Two guards raised their halberds at the approaching figures but upon recognition they immediately lowered them.
"Ah if it isn't our cum witch! We haven't seen you in a while! How did the harvest go?" One of the guards jokingly said.
"Where is the rest of your little expedition?" He pointed at Alan.
"Dead." She shrugged.
"Ah right dead... wait dead? How? What?" Both seemed shocked.
The elf woman then went into details on how her camp was attacked by an overwhelming amount of goblins and weird beasts that she has never seen before.
"Well at least you were lucky enough to have such a heroic mercenary!" He turned to Alan. "You really earned your keep, my friend! God knows what we would do without or cum witch!" The guard laughed.
"Right, you go on ahead, please report the whole thing to authorities inside." He visibly shrugged, his armour clanking a little.
Meanwhile, other guard pushed open the small wooden gate, with a bit of effort, it creaked open, revealing a nealy cobbled road and houses lining up either side of it.
"Welcome back to Langwald."
Alan and Silva walked through the open gate and found themselves on a busy street with small shops scattered throughout it, with oil lanterns scattered in-between the stalls.
"Well my little bodyguard, you should go to my shop and wait for me there. I will help you with everything once I am back." She slid her hand across Alans breastplate.
'I can sense a strong energy coming off of him, it's intoxicating. I need to get my hands on him and his seed before other alchemist realise it.' 'The Swallower' as she was known in the town, found a spark that reignited her passion for alchemy.
She increased her walking speed as the anxiety was rising. Silva sprinkled mushroom dust over Alan, during his sleep, which should disguise his unique energy from other cum alchemists.
Still, she could not hide her worries. 'I found him, he is mine and no one steals from me!' With a determined mind she stormed towards the HQ of Beneveres Trading Company.
Left alone, Alan scratched his head. 'Well I have the address but... I don't know this town...' He sighed and looked around. Soon enough, his eyes found a plaque pinned to a post, it read: Merchants Square.
Few arrow shaped plaques were pinned below it, one of them pointed towards desire street.
'Found it! That was quite easy, whoever manages this place seems to be quite good.' Alans thoughts quickly shifted just like his scenery. As he was walking past various shops and stalls, his surroundings suddenly became more depraved.
People, kissing and hugging each other at the edge of eyesight, many hands travelling across various bodies, as if discovering new pathways to pleasure. The vibe here was completely different, making Alan feel out of place.
He himself was a good looking lad. Whoever he was, it was clear that his body had been trained well, muscular enough to show through the clothes, short brown hair and emerald like eyes. During his travels with Silva, he had cleaned up his appearance. Quick bath in a river, shaved using a scavenged knife and fast haircut, curtesy of Silva.
Eyes naturally turned towards him as Alan entered the desire street. All nearby women began waving and gossiping about the new face in town.
Feeling overwhelmed by surrounding lust, he swiftly moved towards his destination. Surprisingly over time his anxiety started washing away.
"Hey there handsome, your looks must have been blessed by Lilith." One woman chuckled.
"Hey boy, come to auntie! I will take care of you." She blew him a kiss.
One even approached Alan and wrapped her hands around his arm. "You want a quickie or full package?" She rubbed her very big breasts against his arm.
Eventually he started reveling in all this attention, feeling something unfamiliar waking up in him.
Just before Alan could answer, all nearby people started freaking out. "The Swallower is coming! Quick, run for your lives men!" Familiar to Alan elf, appeared infront of her shop, glaring daggers at the woman molesting Alan.
She coughed. "He is mine, scram." Unhappy, the woman let Allan free from her clutches. Then Silva faced Alan.
"You, my dear have to be careful! What if someone eats you up before me?" She let the question hang in the air, uncomfortably long before motioning with her hand.
"Well don't just stand there, get inside." She held the door wide open. His senses were warning him but there was something in the way Silva was looking, something enchanting.
With a quick push from his younger brother downstairs, Alan entered alchemists shop.
Hidden men that observed this situation, offered a quick prayer to the next victim of the most infamous woman of Langwald.
"I will give him a single day, all looks, no muscle." One scoffed.
"What! He was incredibly fit! I felt it with my own hands!" A woman that attempted seducing Alan motioned to her hand. "At least a week!"
"You are crazy, woman."
"Just remember, she would never even look your way, little man!" She mocked the man.
"H-how dare you, you slut!"
"Well aren't we all sluts here?" She laughed at his poor attempts of insulting her. "Micropenis." She finished the argument with that. The man visibly fainted.
Meanwhile inside the well stocked and organised shop, Alan was being guided upstairs, where Silva lived.
Alan opened a fancy looking wooden door and stepped inside a cosy looking room. It had a sturdy bed, cute fireplace, alchemy workstation and several scattered flasks. Oddly enough there was a strong smell of something familiar, yet he couldn't put his hand on what it was.
Before he could question it, door behind him closed and Silva looked at Alan with dangerous eyes, he had seen them before, in the goblin cave.
Her hands skillfully took off his armour, surprised and petrified, Alans mind raced.
Silvas hands went under his linen shirt, it was then her hands found something unexpected.
"Huh, this medallion... that would explain a lot..." She took off Alans medallion, a metallic piece of art, representing a bear head...