The Slime Doesn't Die from Mana Transfer-Chapter 27 : E-Rank Adventurer

After leaving the weapon shop, Rozelite pulled out the rest of her money and stared at it blankly by the door.
“What’s the matter? So excited about finally getting a proper weapon that you don’t know what to do with yourself?”
Russell teased.
Rozelite was quiet for a moment before murmuring, “Mr. Slime… honestly, I don’t think it was necessary to spend so much on a sword. My swordsmanship is just for show—I can’t really use it in a fight…”
“That’s true,” Russell nodded matter-of-factly.
“Since you know that too, then why make me buy one?”
She looked down at the few coins in her palm.
“We don’t have much money left. Will this really be enough to get us back to the capital?”
“Of course… not even close.”
Russell said it without hesitation.
Rozelite blinked.
“But then…”
“Roz, you’re still just a child. There are things you don’t yet understand.”
He rubbed her head gently, speaking with patience.
“First, money can’t simply be saved into existence. If you don’t have enough to begin with, no amount of scrimping will ever make it enough. Sometimes, being too stingy can even backfire and ruin everything.”
“Second, you really do need a weapon to protect yourself.”
“Having no sword and having one but not using it—those are two different things.”
“That difference matters.”
He sounded every bit like a teacher lecturing his student.
Rozelite nodded absentmindedly, though it was hard to say how much actually sank in. Then she muttered in wonder.
“Mr. Slime, even though you’re just a slime, you sure know a lot of life lessons. Everything you say sounds… oddly convincing.”
Russell: “…”
Was that praise? Or sarcasm? Hard to tell. Really hard to tell.
“Anyway, to put it simply: money can always be earned again. But when it comes to a weapon for your own safety, there’s no need to be stingy. One day, you’ll be glad you had it,” Russell concluded.
“Then… Mr. Slime, do you know how we can earn money?”
Rozelite asked.
“Well…”
Truthfully, he had no idea.
But after all that lofty advice, saying “I don’t know” now would kill the mood.
So, after a quick spin of the mental gears, he suggested.
“How about becoming an adventurer?”
“An adventurer?”
“Exactly! Register as an adventurer, hunt monsters, and earn money from their materials and the bounties!”
“Earn money… as an adventurer…”
Rozelite recalled the many adventurers who had once visited the palace. Each one had looked powerful and dashing. They always spoke endlessly of their adventures, brimming with stories, as if every day of their lives was an exciting chapter.
Compared to her dull, suffocating palace life, it had always filled her with longing.
There had been a time when she dreamed of becoming an adventurer too.
But after failing to improve no matter how hard she trained, she had quietly abandoned that idea.
“With my shallow sword skills… could I really be of use in battle?” she asked nervously.
“Don’t worry. You’ve got me.”
Russell’s tone was confident.
If nothing else, when it came to fighting monsters, he was sure of himself.
He had, after all, devoured an entire underground labyrinth on his own. As long as the monsters weren’t above level 50, he felt no pressure at all.
And beyond money…
Russell also wanted to slay as many monsters as possible.
The skill 【Symbiosis】 was tied directly to both his and Rozelite’s survival. The higher its level, the more effectively he could use Rozelite’s body. But he couldn’t get it from humans—only from rare monsters.
So, by becoming adventurers, they could both level up and earn money.
Two birds with one stone.
“You’re right… let’s give it a try.”
They needed funds one way or another.
Rozelite returned to the Adventurer's Guild.
She pushed open the heavy wooden doors. A mixed scent rushed out, the hall inside as sparsely populated as always.
Taking a deep breath, she walked up to the counter.
Behind it, a uniformed receptionist was sorting through paperwork.
When she noticed Rozelite, her eyes flickered with surprise.
“Are you feeling better? Have you remembered anything?”
The receptionist still recalled Rozelite’s “amnesia” story.
Rozelite shook her head.
Instead, she spoke directly.
“Actually, this time I came to register as an adventurer.”
The receptionist froze.
“You want to register? But…”
“Heh, heh, heh…”
A few faint chuckles drifted from the corner of the hall.
Rozelite instinctively started to glance back, but Russell forced her head forward.
“Don’t mind them. Just do what you came to do.”
“Little miss,” the receptionist said gently, “adventuring isn’t easy. It’s exhausting and often tedious.”
“Thank you, but I’ve made up my mind. Please, help me register.”
“…Alright. Since you insist.”
The receptionist slid a form across the counter.
“Fill out this registration form first. Can you read? If not, I can write for you.”
“No problem!”
Rozelite’s pen flew. In just a few strokes, she had most of it filled out.
Name: Rozelite.
Age: 15.
Specialty: One-Handed Sword.
The rest of the minor details she skipped over.
“And… there’s the registration fee. Five copper coins,” the receptionist added.
Rozelite’s body froze mid-writing.
Her money sense had grown extremely sharp lately—because she hardly had any left.
Under the receptionist’s puzzled gaze, she reluctantly counted out five copper coins from her pocket and pressed them onto the counter with the form.
“I didn’t expect you had to pay to become an adventurer, Mr. Slime,” she muttered.
“The Guild is so corrupt.”
“It’s just pocket change,” Russell sighed.
“When did this kid get so stingy? Just a couple of days ago she acted like a pampered lady with no idea of money’s worth.”
“Sigh… girls really should be raised rich. Otherwise, some sleazy brat with a flashy grin might swindle them one day.”
The receptionist gave the form a quick check, swept the coins into the till, then stamped it. She handed Rozelite a simple, plain-looking card.
“E-rank Adventurer, Rozelite. Registration complete. Keep your proof of adventurer status safe—replacements cost money.”
Rozelite swore to herself she’d never lose it.
She raised the card high with both hands, studied it carefully, then tucked it deep into her pocket with great care.
She was, at last, a real adventurer.
“Excuse me—where can I take monster-hunting requests?” she asked immediately.
The receptionist shook her head.
“Sorry. By rule, adventurers can only accept commissions equal to or one rank below their own. As an E-rank, you cannot take any monster subjugation requests. Even the lowest subjugation missions require D-rank or above.”
Rozelite froze.
“Eh? Then… what can I do?”
“There are still plenty of tasks suited for E-rank adventurers. For example—these.”
The receptionist placed a stack of commission slips before her.
Rozelite picked one up at random.
【Clear the Sewers: 8 copper coins】
【Shovel Snow from the Streets: 6 copper coins】
【Find a Lost Cat: 9 copper coins】
Rozelite: “…”
“So cheap.”
You could hire adventurers for just about anything. Truly convenient.
For some reason, her mind suddenly flashed back to the three silver coins she had just spent on that sword.
Her chest ached.