Hunting Slimes

The room was not large; it even felt a little cramped. But it had a window, and there was a small table beside the bed where he could put things.

The only thing he was somewhat dissatisfied with was that the entire city reeked. It was much like the alleys behind the imperial capital, carrying the odor of dried urine. Even after winter's snow and ice had swept through, the smell had not faded.

Because the inns in this area needed to do business, they were fairly particular about handling waste. There were dedicated brick channels leading waste into the sewers.

There were shared toilets on both the first and second floors, but they still made him somewhat uncomfortable. Once he had money, he definitely needed to move somewhere better. He had not been reincarnated into another world specifically to suffer.

That night, he planned to ask the inn for a pot of hot water so he could make himself some instant noodles. Still, he needed to be careful when eating something like that.

"Hello, do you have any hot water?"

"Little brother, do you want to bathe? The inn has a dedicated bathhouse, so you don't need to wash in your room."

"No, I want to use hot water to soak something to eat. Do you have drinkable hot water?" Mel had not explained himself clearly, but he had made the purpose of the hot water clear.

The innkeeper could accept that. Many adventurers liked soaking things to drink. Some liked tea, while others simply liked sugar water. The inn provided free hot water for its guests.

The innkeeper brought out a medium-sized kettle. Mel Carlo examined it carefully. The forging craftsmanship of this kettle did not seem like something this world's industrial standards could produce. It was exceptionally well-made and had some heat-retaining properties. It was probably filled with some sort of insulating layer.

"May I ask where I can buy this kettle?"

"They sell them throughout the city. They're goods forged and sold by dwarves. If they're imported from the Volcanic country, the quality should be even better, but they're also more expensive."

"Thank you." Mel returned to his room carrying the kettle.

He had truly underestimated this world's industrial standards. In all kinds of stories, dwarves were usually a Demi-human race skilled at forging, passionate by nature, and short but sturdy in build. It seemed he would need to make contact with dwarves in the future.

He took a bag of instant noodles from the System space, only to run into another problem. He had not brought a bowl. Whatever, he would just soak them directly in the bag.

After the noodles softened, he realized he did not have chopsticks either. Fortunately, he had not added much water, and the noodle block had absorbed most of it. He could grab it through the bag with his hand. Grab it, then bite it directly and eat.

After finishing, he put the bag back into the System space and went downstairs again to return the kettle.

"Little brother, are you here by yourself?"

"Mm. I'm an adventurer from the Adventurer's Guild, so I need somewhere to stay long-term."

It seemed like he had not answered the question, but Mel had already given his answer. If someone with bad intentions learned that a child was alone here, they might get ideas. Making his profession clear could reduce that possibility.

"Haha, an adventurer? I've never seen an adventurer so young before." The innkeeper clearly did not quite believe him.

"You hadn't seen one before, but aren't you seeing one now?" Mel did not argue. Instead, he responded with humor.

"That's true. Then I'll wish in advance that you become a great adventurer."

After returning the kettle, Mel Carlo went back to his room. The weather was still a little cold today. Simply wiping himself down was fine, but if he actually took a bath, he would probably freeze.

He slept soundly through the night.

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Early the next morning, Mel Carlo got up and took a bath. Hot water washed over his body, and a new day began.

Today's top priority was completing his Bronze-rank certification and seeing what missions he could take on.

In the game, many low-level monsters were scattered throughout the Oak City region. Slimes were his current target. They had little offensive power, making them perfect for grinding levels, and they would not inflict abnormal conditions like poisoning.

Mel Carlo pushed open the guild doors. Unlike yesterday's bustling atmosphere, today was exceptionally quiet. Of course, it was also possible that everyone else was still drunk and had not gotten up yet.

Still, one early-rising adventurer noticed Mel. "Oh, it's that little thief from yesterday. Pretty impressive. He became an adventurer at such a young age."

Although Mel could hear people talking about him, it did not affect what he needed to do.

He quickly walked to the notice board, where many mission notices were posted.

His gaze swept over them rapidly before he settled on his beginner mission.

Mission: Slimes have appeared in a nearby village. Hunt 10 slimes and collect Slime mucus. Reward: 30 Oren. Requirement: Turn in Slime core part mucus.

There were also missions to hunt goblins, of course, but hunting low-level goblins at level 5 was not so easy. Even an adventurer at Kate's level had accidentally been struck by an arrow before. Since he was choosing a beginner mission, there was no way he would choose goblins.

"I'll take this mission, but I'm not very familiar with the location." Mel Carlo brought the mission notice to the front desk.

Miss at the front desk took a look. "Hunting slimes is a mission very suitable for beginners, but since the reward is quite low, most people are unwilling to choose it."

"Even ordinary people can kill weak demon creatures like slimes, right?" Another newcomer pushed open the door and walked in. He was a boy around thirteen, with messy hair and obvious freckles across his face.

It was obvious that he was very confident.

Mel ignored him and merely listened as the front-desk clerk explained, "For slimes, it's best to use a longer weapon. If you use Dagger Attack, the slime may cover your face and cause suffocation. Of course, that's only my suggestion."

Next, the front-desk clerk explained the village's exact location and the route to take after leaving the city. If there were people returning to the village after selling crops, he could travel back with them along the way. Mel committed all of it to memory.

"Alright, thank you. If there are any other matters I should pay attention to, please make sure to tell me." Mel appeared very humble, because any information was a form of help to him.

Seeing Mel ignore him, the freckled boy turned his head away in annoyance. After Mel prepared to leave, he looked at Mel's retreating figure again. That little brat will probably wet himself when he sees a monster.

Although that was what he thought, he was still somewhat displeased that Mel had taken the title of Oak City's youngest adventurer from him.

The freckled boy walked to the notice board, took down a goblin-hunting request, and went to the front-desk clerk. "Miss Ainoor, I want to accept this request!"

"Are you sure? You're alone today. I recommend taking a slime-related request."

"Don't worry. I've hunted goblins before. The information says these goblins are only level 5, so they should be unarmed goblins. With my strength, I can definitely deal with them easily."

"Alright, I've registered you. Once you complete it, just cut off the goblins' ears. Pay attention to their numbers. If there are more than described in the mission, set it aside for now."

"Alright, I know. I'm not some child." The freckled boy left the guild hall impatiently.

Elnor shook her head slightly. Reckless adventurers did not live long.

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