The Slime Doesn't Die from Mana Transfer-Chapter 101 : Brandy Charlotte

Though her father had been a failure in business, he had still taught Sherry a few things.
When it came to becoming a great merchant, the hardest step was without a doubt—the initial accumulation of capital.
Back then, Sherry’s father had started by selling fruit on the streets, scraping together enough savings to finally begin legitimate trade. Slowly, he entered the Dawn Chamber of Commerce and built up his career. That process had taken him over ten years.
Sherry’s starting point was higher than her father’s, but even so, she couldn’t honestly say that the small amount of money she currently held could possibly repay his debts within a single year.
However, if the Chamber was willing to lend her money, that was a different matter.
With such a sum, Sherry could skip over more than a decade of her father’s painstaking accumulation, relying on both that capital and the commercial acumen she had absorbed from him.
One year! It was truly possible. She could repay her father’s debts in a year, then use the capital to earn far more, establishing her own business empire! She wouldn’t repeat his mistakes—she would climb higher and go further than he ever had!
And the price? Just a slightly higher interest rate…
That was nothing!
At the thought, Sherry’s hand trembled.
She hesitated, not because she doubted her own ability, but because it was hard to believe such a good opportunity came at such a small cost.
“I have one more question, Lord Falant.”
Sherry steadied her voice.
“Why are you willing to lend me so much money without requiring collateral? You know my father took his own life after failing in speculation. Aren’t you afraid I’ll repeat his fate?”
“Heh…”
Falant chuckled.
“You look in the mirror often, don’t you?”
“…What?”
Sherry blinked.
“If you did, you’d have noticed the three moles on your left ear.”
“Three moles…?”
Sherry touched her ear hesitantly.
Indeed, she had three small moles there, just as he said. They were tiny and easily overlooked, and with her long hair always covering her ears, even she rarely thought about them.
“And what does that mean?” she asked.
“Ahem… There was once a mage skilled in divination who said those with three moles on the left ear are born with extraordinary fortune. The deeper the crisis, the more likely such people are to turn defeat into victory through a unique mix of luck and logic. I want to believe it—see if it brings me luck.”
Falant clasped his hands and smiled.
That’s it?
Just some absurd superstition?
Sherry found it unbelievable.
But Falant’s face was utterly serious.
He soon drew a contract from his drawer and slid it across the desk. Sherry read it carefully. It clearly listed the principal, the interest rate, and the repayment deadline. No hidden clauses, no tricks. It was just a straightforward loan agreement.
“Sign, and the money is yours,” Falant said.
“…Then I’ll accept.”
Sherry no longer hesitated. She picked up the pen and signed her name decisively.
This was a devil’s contract.
Her father had been crushed to death by just such a contract.
But she was different.
She would do better than him. Faster, higher, stronger!
“I hope a year from now you’ll repay both your debt and your father’s,” Falant said with a smile, leaning back in his chair.
“We’ll meet again in a year.”
Sherry bowed slightly, then left with the black card in hand, never looking back.
Falant watched her leave. Her footsteps faded down the corridor, then vanished completely.
“Someone clean this place up.”
“Yes, sir.”
A servant entered quickly, tidying the spilled wine and shattered glass.
Just as Falant lifted his cup to finish the last of his drink, a voice suddenly spoke from the corner of the room.
“Who would’ve thought—you, of all people, talking about believing in destiny and fortune-telling. Makes me wonder if you’re even a real merchant anymore.”
Falant whirled around.
In the corner stood an old man with silver hair, weary from travel, leaning casually on a staff.
Falant bowed at once.
“Lord Brandy, when did you arrive?”
“I’ve been here all along. You just didn’t notice,” Brandy Charlotte said, strolling leisurely through the room with his staff.
“I came in such a rush I didn’t bring much luggage. Couldn’t find any good wine in the city, so I came to your place to fetch some. Didn’t expect to see such a show.”
“My apologies for the spectacle,” Falant replied respectfully.
The Dawn Chamber of Commerce was one of the Charlotte family’s enterprises. The chairman was not self-made, but appointed. Every year, the Chamber delivered astronomical dividends to the Charlotte family. With their backing, the Chamber had grown to its present size.
“Alas, I don’t have much choice either,” Brandy sighed.
“Stirring up trouble in Alexander’s territory makes me uneasy. If possible, I’d rather keep things quiet.”
“Lord Brandy, the one you’re searching for… are you certain they’re in Skopje?”
Falant asked cautiously.
“Forgive me, but no such person has been found here. And since they’re wanted across the realm, it’s hard to believe they’d dare come here.”
“Mm… No mistake. I have a way to roughly sense her location. I don’t know the exact hiding place, but she should be somewhere in this city,”
Brandy chuckled.
“And how do you intend to flush her out, my lord? Should I…”
“No need. Honestly, I’d rather she leave sooner. If too much noise is made, everyone will know. Besides, if she’s hidden herself this well, finding her won’t be easy. Let it be.”
“Wise as always, Lord Brandy,” Falant said.
“Heh… Let me share an inside tip.”
Brandy beckoned him closer.
Falant leaned in eagerly, ears pricked.
“The throne is about to change hands. No later than… a month from now.”
“…!”
The news struck Falant like a bomb.
But he quickly recovered, bowing in thanks.
For a merchant, a single insider secret—news ten days or half a month ahead of others—was enough to make a fortune.
“Many thanks, Lord Brandy. May I ask, is this the will of the Charlotte family, or…”
Falant broke off mid-sentence.
Because before him, there was no one left.