Alan grew pleased at the answer from the madam, if they were here there it should be possible to get them to meet the Butcher then Hiro wouldn't have to raze the city anymore.

The merchant couldn't help himself and grabbed Madam Xing's hands in excitement. "Please introduce me to them at once!" As Madam Xing seldom saw Alan get excited at anything her mind kicked into gear.

"While they are indeed here, why should I give them to you? They were girls the prince acquired at great lengths. I wonder how much I could get for such beauties?"

Alan then imagined what Hiro would do to Partisan if he found out someone else took his women. In worry the man grabbed the madam by the shoulders and warned her in the sternest voice he could muster.

"Xinger, whatever you do, do not let any harm come to them! The force behind them is more dangerous than even the royal army. Where are they now?"

The woman grew anxious at the sudden change in the demeanor of her business partner. Xing knew over the years that Alan was never a man that scared easily, so for him to act in this manner something big must have happened.

She noticed a lot of things however, such as Alan calling her by her given name instead of her title, the fierce grip of his hands that almost started to hurt her, and the extreme fear inside of her eyes.

Whatever plans she had in her mind disappeared when she saw how Alan acted. Being a merchant required a gut feeling of knowing when to press and when to back off. And not unless one intended to take on the criminal underworld, there were just some things that everyone was better off not touching.

Terrified out of her wits, Madame Xing wanted to get them out of her establishment as soon as possible. She meekly complained, "Alan you are hurting me." When the son of Srayver noticed his actions he grew regretful and let go.

Alan then decided that share everything with the woman before him. Madame Xing has always been his stalwart ally, and if not for her not only would the merchant have lost everything but he would have died.historical

He then pulled out an artifact called a silent room. This item was a magic device that cast a skill called [Sonic Screen] that prevented sound from coming in or out till the batteries in the item ran out. This was a fairly expensive item but had its use as it ensured secrecy above all.

Madame Xing who saw the device grew wary. Any discussion that needed a Silent room meant someone could die if the information got out. She was a fairly cautious woman. Even when she served as a spy, not knowing when to get out is a skill that determined who lived or died.

"Alan, I will give you the girls, I want no part in this. Take them and leave." But contrary to her expectations, the merchant took her hands and passionately spoke his next words.

"Xinger, I have found a master. And I intend to follow him into death. He has the power to give me everything I desire. The monster invasion is of his making. But we should be safe as he created the monster invasion to butcher it. The three girls are his women, and he told me that if the prince does not give them to him by the time he arrives he will raze the city."

Madam Xing who knew details of the supposed monster invasion grew silent. Brothels were excellent sources of information as the number one commodity in the world that would always sell is sex.

Everyone from soldiers to mercenaries to generals required a quick stress release from time to time. And the same men share almost everything when a skilled enough woman services them with their mouths or bounces on their crotches with her hips.

The Madam pulled away from Alan to not let herself get swayed by his eyes."Let's say I believe you, and he could fight and kill the monster invasion. Why do you believe he is heartless enough to actually raze a city? What kind of Lunatic did you decide to follow Alan?"

"Because he already did it once before. Do you have any news about Anvil? specifically the black market auction?" The woman brought her hand to her mouth in surprise. "How do you know about that? Even the nobles are keeping it hush-hush. The number of people who died was over a hundred! The Anvil Auction hall collapsed with only 30-something people surviving!"

Alan then added, "It should not only be in the hundreds there were two thousand people when he and his men got inside." Xing then threw herself onto the man with her. "Alan! you have to get away from them. They are terrorists! the nobles are starting to form a unit comprised of mid-rank [Adepts] to subjugate them!"

The man then laughed out loud. "Mid rank [Adepts]? To people that kill Goliath Dragoneaters and Jormungandrs? Xing, I am not worried about them. I am worried for you. I have let you know because I am now the representative of that man.

"While he lacks an organization under him, he will form it soon. Please do not stand against him. My first task is to retrieve his wives. Help me. I will let you meet him and you can decide what you want to do next."

Madam Xing then called her maids and gave them instructions. The four quickly left and after a few minutes, six figures came towards the merchant pair. Three of them were extremely high-class beauties that made even Alan take a second look.

Behind each of them was a person who wore maid clothes but wore a white mask, had bandages on their limbs and neck, and metal prosthetics for arms.

While the beauties were indeed extremely alluring Alan's focus lay on the maids that accompanied them. One was short like the size of a child, and the second lacked the curves of a woman and looked like a slim man. The third had small curves but reeked of oil.

The smell permeated the area which brought annoyance to the three beauties. "Didn't I tell you to stay at least 50 meters away from me?" one of them rebuked. She then slapped the masked woman in the face which caused the maid to fall.

The two other maids quickly came to her defense and were about to do something but the one who got slapped stopped them and silently stood up and did a quick bow and left. Once all three maids left the beauty then smiled and apologized.

"I am sorry you had to see that Madam, good help is so hard to find these days." While Madame Xing explained the details to the beauties, Alan kept looking at the three maids. Two of them had fake prosthetics on. He would know as he just bought five sets of them.

The combination of the three attributes was what the Butcher used to represent himself. The odds that some maids suddenly used the same symbol were slim. But if the maids were the butcher's wives then who are these beauties then?

Alan then got back to the conversation and asked the women. "You three are Raylene, Vanessa, and Jade I presume? Could you tell me more about the trash swordsman?"'

One of the beauties then started talking enthusiastically. "But of course Mr. Alan. We don't actually know his name but was a vigilante who went around saving people back at Valor city."