Chapter 502 My World
Archer approached Hecate, and when she looked up, she smiled before greeting him. "Hello My Love. What bring's you here?"
"Our date. You mentioned needing ingredients, so here I am." Archer replied.
The moon elf smiled when she heard him and nodded before turning to Eione, who was stocking shelves. ''Could you watch the shop for a couple of hours? I'm going to get some stock.''
The maid remarked, "So, you're going on a date with your lover, and you want us to cover for you?"
With her words hanging in the air, the petite moon elf maid smiled cheerfully at Hecate before diligently returning to her tasks.
Witnessing this, Archer couldn't contain his laughter. Hecate glanced at him, and he couldn't help but notice a subtle blush on her cheeks.
His smile widened as he addressed Eione, "Yes, I'm taking her on a date, but first, we're buying stuff for the shop."
Eione turned to him with narrowed eyes and answered. ''I will watch the shop, young master.''
''Just call me Archer,'' He quickly replied, which caused the maid to nod. Hecate felt relieved as the maid didn't give him a dirty look.
Happy with the situation, he took her hand, led the moon elf out of the shop, and went to the nearest alchemist store.
Archer and Hecate stepped onto the snowy streets, greeted by the hushed crunch of snow beneath their boots.
The air was crisp and filled with the serene quiet often accompanying a snowy day. Flakes drifted gently from the overcast sky, creating a soft, enchanting curtain around them.
While they were walking down the snowy street, Hecate inquired. ''Are you okay with buying the stuff? The shop earns enough coin.''
Archer chuckled and answered with a smile. ''I have more than enough gold to last me a lifetime. Buying you ingredients for the shop is the least I can do.''
They continued as the crisp winter air tingled against their cheeks. Fluffy snowflakes descended from the gray sky, coating the world in a serene white blanket.
The soft crunch of snow beneath their boots added a rhythmic melody to their stroll. As they ambled along, the quaint town bustled with activity.
People bundled up in scarves and coats, their breath visible in the chilly air, hurried to and fro.
Merchants displayed their wares in shop windows adorned with twinkling lights, adding a touch of festive charm to the winter scene.
Archer and Hecate exchanged occasional smiles, absorbing the lively atmosphere around them.
Children, their faces aglow with excitement, engaged in playful snowball fights, creating miniature battles along the street.
The aroma of roasted meat wafted from a nearby vendor, tempting passersby with its warm, inviting scent.
The distant sound of laughter and cheerful chatter created a harmonious backdrop to the seasonal tableau.
As they continued their leisurely walk, Archer's keen eyes caught sight of an alchemist shop at the end of the road.
Its windows adorned with mystical displays and colorful potions beckoned to them like a hidden treasure trove.
He nudged Hecate gently, a smile playing on his lips as he pointed towards the shop. "Look, there's an alchemist store up ahead. Shall we check it out?"
Hecate's eyes lit up with curiosity. "Absolutely! Let's see what they have."
The duo quickened their pace, anticipation building as they approached the alchemist store.
They entered, and as the door closed behind them, their noses were immediately assaulted by the pungent aroma of potions and exotic ingredients.
Bottles of colored liquids lined the shelves, and bundles of herbs dangled from the ceiling.
The air was thick with the mingling scents of rare herbs and mysterious elixirs. Archer wrinkled his nose, adjusting to the overwhelming assault on his nose.
Hecate chuckled at his reaction and grinned, "Welcome to my world, Arch. You will get used to it."
Archer nodded, overcoming the smell as the shopkeeper approached them. It was a middle-aged woman with a moody demeanor.
She halted before the two and spoke to them, "Welcome to Moonlit Alchemy. How can I assist you today?"
Having browsed the shop keenly, Archer turned to the shopkeeper and asked. "I'd like to buy every ingredient you can sell.''
The shopkeeper, a middle-aged woman with a moody demeanor, was visibly taken aback.
She blinked in surprise, studying Archer momentarily before responding, "Every ingredient? Are you sure, young man? That's quite an extensive list."
He nodded firmly. "Absolutely. I don't care about the price.''
The woman nodded her head and went to start collecting stuff. She looked at them and spoke. ''Sit down, young master. It will take some time to gather everything.''
Archer and Hecate sat patiently in the alchemist shop, waiting for the shopkeeper to attend to them.
When they were sitting, he turned to Hecate with a smile and asked in a curious voice. "How's the shop doing? I see it's busy.''
She looked at him with red eyes and said happily, "Yes, it's been really busy. We seem to have a lot of regulars. This morning, there was an influx of adventurers, and Talila's friends also bought our potions.''
He was happy that she was busy and had something to do. The two continued to talk about their shop.
As they exchanged stories and laughter, the woman emerged from the back room, a sense of purpose in her stride.
She smiled at Archer, indicating that everything was ready for purchase. They followed the woman and noticed that the shelves were empty and everything was packed into paper bags.
When Archer saw this, he smiled before the woman stated the price. ''That will cost you eight hundred gold coins. There were a lot of rare ingredients. I hope you don't waste them, young man.''
As he opened his mouth to respond, the moon elf interjected confidently. "He doesn't use them; I do. Arch is just buying them for me. I am Hecate Wyldheart, the owner of Dragonheart Potions on Market Street."
The older woman's eyes widened at the revelation, a momentary surprise flickering across her face.
However, a broad grin appeared on the shopkeeper's face before Archer could utter a word. She burst into laughter, the sound echoing through the once-quiet shop.
"Well, well! A bit of competition, eh?" she exclaimed, still chuckling. "Congratulations, Hecate! Looks like you've shaken up the old potion trade in Starfall City. I appreciate the bold move."
Hecate, taking the unexpected turn in stride, grinned proudly. "Thank you. It's all about innovation, after all."
The shopkeeper extended her hand, shaking Hecate's with genuine admiration. "I like your spirit, young lady. May your potions bring as much magic to the city as your audacity has brought to my shop today."
Archer couldn't help but join in the laughter as he took out the pouch of gold and handed it to the shopkeeper.
She happily took it with a smile before speaking. ''Thank you for your purchase.''
''You're welcome.'' Archer answered.
That's when the shopkeeper gestured to the empty shelves. "Well, if you ever need more ingredients, you know where to find me. It seems Starfall City has a new potion master in town. Best of luck to you both!"
Archer led Hecate through the snowy streets until they arrived at a charming elven restaurant in the city's heart.
The soft glow of enchanted lanterns adorned the entrance, casting a warm and inviting ambiance.
The air was infused with the delightful aroma of elven spices and herbs as they entered. The interior was adorned with elegant elvish décor, creating an enchanting atmosphere.
Musicians played soft melodies in the background, adding to the experience. Archer and Hecate looked at the menu at a table draped in beautiful fabric.
The dishes were a fusion of exotic flavors, incorporating rare herbs and enchanted ingredients.
As they settled into their seats at the elven restaurant, a graceful waitress appeared, her elven features exuding an otherworldly elegance.
She handed them the menu, adorned with intricate elvish script detailing the enchanting dishes.
Archer, ever the enthusiast, looked at Hecate with a mischievous grin and turned to the waitress. "We'll have one of everything, please."
The waitress blinked, momentarily taken aback by the audacious order. Hecate's eyes widened in surprise, a mixture of shock and amusement playing on her features.
"One of everything?" the waitress repeated, her voice tinged with incredulity and amusement.
Archer chuckled, undeterred by the raised eyebrows. "Yes, one of everything. We're here to experience the full elven feast."
The waitress nodded with a playful smile, recovering from her surprise. "Very well. A feast it shall be."
As the woman walked away to convey the order to the kitchen, Hecate couldn't help but burst into laughter.
Archer and Hecate lingered in the cozy restaurant ambiance, Archer's keen eyes caught a subtle change in the atmosphere.
He glanced toward the window, where delicate snowflakes drifted down from the sky, painting the world outside in a soft blanket of white.
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